Novel & Cerita A Deep Blue Stone Atop A Dais

"I am indeed announcing my engagement today, but it's not to you. Don't flatter yourself." My voice wasn't particularly loud, but it was enough to send shockwaves through the crowd. Michael's smug expression froze instantly, while Howard and Jeremy exchanged uneasy glances. Even Tahlia's expression morphed from sorrow to panic. At that exact moment, the doors to the hall swung open once more. A strikingly handsome man wearing a white suit walked in. There was an ethereal air about him, and each one of his movements radiated a serenity untainted by worldliness.

The Hall of Sacrul rumbled with the low growl of dragons. Fourteen great beasts sat in their true forms around a dais made of deepstar stone, a mineral said to have fallen from the bones of dying stars. Each dragon revealed its true form in silent contest, the weight of their might pressing against the air. Heat shimmered between them, an invisible storm of pride and restrained carnage.

Diana Standing in front of the mirror, I adjusted the folds of my gown. The deep sapphire blue fabric shimmered under the light, and its gold-threaded hem formed beautiful patterns of leaves and vines. The neckline plunged modestly—just enough to command attention without compromising its elegance. A golden belt cinched my waist, accentuating my figure, while an attendant held up the gown's train as I moved. My crown, a circlet of diamonds, rested on my head, complementing the sapphire earrings that dangled from my ears.

“Well, that’s not ominous.” Kael gave a dry smile. “Welcome to the heart of the kingdom.” The descent was slow, the air getting colder with each step. No torches lined the walls, and yet the space was lit with a strange silver-blue glow, as if the walls themselves breathed with trapped starlight. As they reached the base, the chamber opened wide. Cradle froze. Dozens of mirrors. Floor to ceiling. Each framed in blackened gold, arranged in a circle around a stone dais. And on that dais—bound in glowing chains—sat a man.

Heavy. Selene’s heart slammed in her chest. “Is it the rogues?” “No,” Aleron growled. “It’s worse.” They burst into a clearing bathed in silver light. The air felt electric. At its center stood a circular stone dais—weathered, ancient, and etched with runes that pulsed faintly in the moonlight. Selene stopped, drawn toward it. “I’ve seen this in my dreams.” Aleron’s jaw tightened. “Then it’s beginning.”

Representatives from every major house, minor lordships, merchant guilds, and artisan collectives had gathered to witness what many suspected would be the most significant coronation in living memory. At the ceremony's heart stood a dais carved from single piece of midnight-black stone that seemed to absorb light rather than reflect it. Upon its surface rested a crown that defied every convention of royal regalia—not gold or silver, but crystallized shadow that held depth and complexity like captured starlight given form. The crown seemed to pulse with subtle energy that made the air around it shimmer with barely contained power.

His eyes swept over the silver-lit walls, tracing the looping script engraved into the stone—ancient runes that shimmered like frost in moonlight. Elyra remained at the door, her hand pressed to the sigil that had opened it. “No one may enter once the rite begins,” she said solemnly. “This is your final moment to turn away.” Kael looked to Aria, jaw clenched. “We’re not here to turn back.” Elyra nodded once, then gently shut the door behind them. --- At the center of the chamber stood a single dais carved from moonstone, with a bowl nestled into its center. It pulsed faintly with a silvery glow—soft, inviting, and impossibly ancient.

The Khan’s Empire board members sat around the long mahogany table in expectant silence. Isla, as always, took the head seat, dressed in her pressed navy-blue blazer and suit. Her sapphire ring caught the room’s light as she folded her arms beneath her chest, eyes fixed on the glowing projection on the screen. “Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you the Blue Flame Stone,” the presenter announced, stepping aside so the members could see the rotating image of a dazzling greenish blue gem glowing on the whiteboard.

noticing. It's a magic trick, and the king is skilled at it. His eyes see me at the top of the stairs and lock on me. The crowd follows his gaze. Some look confused, others recognize me due to the Crown Diamond title dispute. A few focus on my dress. Envying how adorned I am, wishing I were in my shoes. _____________ This morning we witnessed a miracle - resumes the king. - Ayla Marin, the main participant for the diamond crown came to us, begging us to forgive her, she informed us that she was forced to go along with the prince, he threatened her family, so this young woman had no choice but to obey the on his orders, however, as soon as she had the opportunity to escape the clutches of th

“You have not yet partaken of the full ceremony. You have given your strength, but not your submission. Tonight, I think that will change.” She didn’t wait for his answer, simply turned and moved towards the center of the room where a great, onyx dais stood. The signal was given. The soft murmur of the crowd died, replaced by a charged, breathless silence. The mortals, a dozen or so, moved with a dreamlike slowness to kneel at the edge of the dais, baring their throats and wrists in a silent, willing offering.