A Deep Blue Stone Atop A Dais Novels & Stories

At the center of the room stood a single, raised dais made of silver-veined marble—the Lunar Threshold. Elara stood at the base of the dais, her fingers trembling as she smoothed the skirts of her ceremonial white tunic. Behind her, Silas stood like a statue carved from shadow. He hadn't spoken to her since the night before, his presence a heavy, suffocating weight that both terrified and anchored her.

The large dais in the middle had the same odd-looking words chiselled into them. "This... oh, hell, this is incredible. I had no idea it was going to be so... spectacular." Dave's voice became strained. Shawn grinned, half excited and partly frantic to find a method for them to survive, as he looked at Catherine, who appeared to be enthralled by the sheer beauty. He was well aware that they just had a few minutes to make their move. He made his way to another enormous dais by crossing over to the pillar on his left. This one was crafted of gleaming stone with ruby and jade accents on each corner. He dipped the torch into the ancient fuel torch once more, and the wall in front of him glowed w

The palace in front of Darryl glistened with gold. Everywhere he looked, it was adorned with gold to exude indescribable luxury and excess. A massive Icy Jade Stone made of thousand-year-old cold jade stood in the center of the main hall. The cold jade stage was nearly three meters long and more than two meters wide. Standing near the door, one could feel the chill from the Icy Jade Stone. There was a crystal coffin on top of the stage.

"If you hand over the Sky-fleeing Stone Key, Deep Blue Mansion won't invade Qing River Town." A domineering voice rang out from the Spear-holding Guard. Ding Hao remained calm, just opened his palm and a deep blue triangular token appeared. Without a word, he sent the token to the Deep Blue Soul Bird with a flick of his fingers. A force like a blue sea tide bounced out and turned into a hand to hold the token. "How come you have my Deep Blue Mansion's Deep Blue Repayment Card?" the domineering voice asked in surprise. "The ruins of the Sacred Hall and the Towering Buddha," Ding Hao said word by word.

Along the perimeter, wolf totems carved from bone stared down at me with hollow eyes, their jaws agape as if mid-snarl. At the far end of the chamber stood a dais, and on it a throne. It was hacked from black stone shot through with veins of glowing moon-crystal, the surface shifting faintly as if it were breathing. The seat itself shimmered faintly with silver light, as though it had been kissed by the moon itself. On either side of the dais curved six lower chairs, each etched with claw marks. One chair was larger than the rest, probably built for someone of authority, but it was still beneath the power of the throne at the center.

The Hollow's ancient temple loomed high on the cliffs, an open-air arena carved from obsidian and bone, encircled by ivy-covered stone and runes etched by generations long dead. Every pack elder, noble family, and enforcer lined the crescent-shaped steps, shoulder to shoulder, murmuring in tense anticipation. At the heart of the dais stood the Moonstone pedestal—black as the void, with a jagged crystal blooming from its core, glowing faintly with a silver pulse. The stone pulsed like it breathed.

Kael stood near a massive stone pillar, surrounded by a tight pack of giggling, flirtatious she-wolves. The moment his eyes locked onto mine, his smile vanished completely. He raised his glass to me, his expression a mix of resignation and intense, burning curiosity. I looked right past him, ignoring the salute entirely. "Look at the main altar," Stone whispered, his grip on my arm tightening by a fraction. At the highest tier of the stone platform sat the Blue-Claw Pack delegation. Chloe, the acting matriarch, sat perfectly erect in an embroidered chair, her fingers clutching a silver goblet.

Since he isn’t around, I try to press my ear to the wall to hear the song better but instead fall through the door. Looking around, I notice the statues are gone. All that’s in the room is the golden dragon that once held the stone. The music gets louder as I approach the dragon. Suddenly the eyes of the golden dragon glow red, and after a flash, a glowing stone materializes in its claws. The appearance of the stone reminds me of a salt rock lamp, but there is no cord, and the stone seems dull. “Taran! Taran, that stone is back!” I yell.

He took a tentative step forward, his heart pounding in his chest, and Kaida followed closely behind. The source of the light was a pedestal, atop which rested a crown – the Sapphire Crown. It was both beautiful and powerful, its sapphire encrusted design reflecting the faint light that filled the chamber. Aric reached out a trembling hand, hardly daring to believe that the object they had sought for so long was within his grasp.

Sofia whispered, her voice echoing in the small, circular space. In the center of the room sat a pedestal made of translucent quartz. Resting atop it was an ornate, silver vessel—a chalice of such intricate design that it seemed to be woven from frozen moonlight. Its surface was etched with scenes of three races standing in a circle, their hands joined over a central point. It was clearly designed to hold the Heartstone, the anchor of the Fae realm. But the chalice was hollow. The Stone was gone.