Novel & Cerita When Her Heart Turned To Stone

And as Lyra stared at it, the stone in her chest pulsed once, a single beat that echoed in her very soul. "They’re coming," Thalia growled. Lyra clenched her fists, her resolve hardening. “Let them.”

Over my dead body. “Anything you've learned about Adira?” He asked. That made me silent for a moment. I looked at the ceiling of my room while remembering every movement of Adira earlier. “She's a stone,” I replied. That's what I noticed the most. Adira Sanchez is a damn stone. She won't give in easily, and she's too independent. She doesn't rely on anybody and she believes that she can do everything on her own. “That’s the reason why no one can ever kill her,” I added.

Her golden hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall of sunshine. This woman! She ruined him. She turned his life upside down. She was the reason he couldn’t trust anyone anymore! She was the very reason for his hatred towards the world, the one who had turned his once-lovable, carefree spirit into a broken man. That boy had loved her fiercely, but she had crushed that love beneath her heels. He was no longer that boy; he was a man hardened by betrayal and loss. She had taken his heart and crushed it, and now she stood before him, a ghost from his past that he had tried so hard to forget.

Stubborn was in her blood—but too many years under someone else's roof had taught her when to lower her head. This time, begging wasn't gonna save her. She was done begging. "Fine. Have it your way." His voice dropped cold. "Since you won't talk, I'll choose. I want your legs." The cane came down—fast, brutal. "Ahhh!" Her scream tore through the rain. And it was only the start.

The stone turned back to its original dark color. Trying to understand what just happened, I spotted Eridesce at the corner with the stone in her hands. A sinister smile was plastered on her face as she stared down at the stone like she had just won the trophy she was told she could never win. Her smile began to fade away as she turned the stone in her hands. "No! No!....it has to glow. It has to. You can not deny me this right now." She yelled, flipping the stone around her hands like doing that would bring back the glow. She would have none by now, for the stone was in the wrong hands.

He asked and she sighed. "I don't trust anyone." She said and his frown disappeared, suddenly his ears turned red as he stared at her. She trusted him....he felt like he was on cloud nine. She looked at his red ear which was almost matching his hair. She couldn't help but faintly smile. Her faint smile vanished in an instant when she felt her chest burning. It was always her throat that burnt for a while when she overused her magic, it was never her chest. She was confused within and thought the stone that she kept within her chest had done something.

“While the fires burned our history and the Silver Fangs killed my guards, the Northern Council’s elite assassins didn’t go for crowns or gold. They went straight for the treasury vaults. They stole the Heart. For ten years, they hid in their mountain fortresses, experimenting on the stone. They sacrificed hundreds of rogues and prisoners to unlock its secrets. And now, they have finally learned how to tune it to the frequency of the Lycan Queen.” The weight of her words pressed against my chest. I needed to get away from that stone. That afternoon, I went to the high cliffs overlooking the southern pass. The wind was biting, carrying the sharp smell of coming rain and the lonely cry of a ha

He raised a hand, and a barrier of hard light flickered into existence, stopping my blade inches from his throat. "You are obsolete, Kael," he whispered. He kicked me in the chest, the force of it sending me flying toward the crystal pillar. I hit the stone hard, the breath leaving my lungs in a violent rush. I scrambled to my feet, but the girl was already there, her hand resting on the stone basin. "The heart is choosing," she said, her eyes wide with terror. I looked at the pillar. The amber heart inside was turning from orange to a deep, blood red. It wasn't waiting for a volunteer. It was reaching out. A vine of violet light shot out from the stone and wrapped around Maya’s ankle, pulli

“Mia.” Her hand paused against the frame. “The child,” he said quietly. “The one you lost.” Everything inside her went still. She could not turn around. Her fingers tightened against the cold stone. “That night by the window,” Zyren continued carefully, “when the glass cracked beneath your hand… the stone reacted to your grief.” She shut her eyes. “It recognised it,” he said. “Before you even knew the heartstone existed.” The room felt unbearably quiet. “The heartstone remembers every soul it has ever touched,” he said softly. “It has carried your grief since the moment it found you.” A small pause. “It has not forgotten her.”

Song: Heart Of Stone, IKO I couldn't believe my ears as her words rang in my head. Something twisted in my chest—shock first, then something warmer that I shoved down before it could take root. I couldn’t afford to feel that. Not now. Not with her staring at me like that, waiting for me to fall apart. “You think that changes anything?” My voice came out rough, hollow. I hated myself for how cold it sounded. “If anything, it makes it worse.”