A Deep Blue Stone Atop A Dais Novels & Stories

He told her, turning away from us. “Well, show us the way.” She teased. She took me by the hand, and we followed the man behind the building, through an open field, to a barn. “He’s in there. He’s not gonna do it for free, though. Did you bring payment?” He asked Diana. She nodded. He motioned for us to go in, and we obliged. When we walked in, you would think we walked into a castle. It looked similar to the old castle hall, but with purple carpets, and pale white stone. There was a huge table, and there was a man sitting alone. He had jet black hair, very pale white skin, and glowing blue eyes. Being in his presence made the hair on the back of my neck stand straight up.

We did not arrive in time to prevent their silencing, but the truth we hold within our hands remains indestructible, a weapon far more potent than any political maneuvering or silver-coated spell. I walk up to the central dais, holding the audio stone high in my hand as the magic-dampening fog swirls around our ankles. The elevated platform offers a commanding view of the entire assembly, placing me directly beneath the massive, stained-glass crest of the Crescent Moon Dominion that casts fractured shades of crimson and gold across the metallic statues.

At the far end of the hall, elevated on a triple-tiered stone dais, sat the throne. It was not gold. It carried no velvet cushions or delicate filigree like the throne Ethan had boasted of in the Shadow Moon packhouse. It was a massive, jagged monolith of solid volcanic glass—polished obsidian so dark and sharp it looked like a frozen shard of midnight torn from the earth. "Every inch," Brida barked, pointing her thick finger across the vast, empty sea of stone. "Start at the doors and work your way to the foot of the dais. Don't leave a single droplet of grease, or you'll scrub it twice tomorrow."

Chapter 34: The Obsidian Registry The golden and green dust of the shattered jade throne settled slowly across the nine marble steps of the dais, forming a glittering crust over the dark basalt floor. The silence inside the massive amphitheater of the inner citadel was heavy, suffocating, and absolute. The twelve elderly chamberlains remained prostrated in their silk vestments, their foreheads pressed so tightly against the stone that their ragged breathing sounded like dry leaves scraping against winter ice.

She just watched every one of his movements. Aurelian opened the box. And inside was a piece that carried weight far beyond its size. The necklace held a rare blue diamond at its center. The stone was deep and vivid, its color rich and intense, like the heart of a still ocean under moonlight. It reflected light in a way that was not loud, but powerful. It did not sparkle wildly. It glowed. The design around it was precise and refined, with smaller stones set carefully to enhance its presence without taking attention away from the center. The matching earrings carried the same deep blue diamonds, shaped to complement the necklace perfectly.

Leo muttered, his eyes fixed on a massive, glowing dais at the center of the ruins. Resting upon a pedestal of white marble was a raw, uncut gemstone that pulsed with a warm, golden rhythm—like a heartbeat echoing through the silence of the void. The Stone of Life. "We found it," Luna breathed, taking a step forward. "Stay back!" Seraphina warned, throwing her arm out to stop them. The ground groaned as a massive, spectral warden materialized before the pedestal. It was an entity composed of ancient stone and starlight, wielding a spear of pure cosmic force.

Every stride seemed to last forever. The deck's hardwood boards gave apart beneath our boots with an unusually loud creak amid the tense silence. I noticed recognizable individuals, including Raven, who seemed shocked and had her mouth hanging open. Killian, his face impossible to decipher. And there Davis was, on the outskirts of the crowd. His deep, black eyes pierced me with a look that was equal parts surprise and mystery. As he hoisted the Luna's crown, the older man on stage appeared confused and shook his hands. It was moonstone inlaid silver filigree, exquisite and delicate.

The entire room was bare of furniture, but that wasn’t what captured my attention. At the far end of the room, sat dais. On top of that dais was a shimmering stone the size of a watermelon. How in the hell would I carry that from Castle Mist? With my broken wrist and aching body, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to. The thing had to weigh at least a hundred pounds, and that was if I was lucky. The stone was a deep shade of black, flecked with flashes of white and silver. The white within the stone grew, melting into the black like the colors of the churning sea. It was my strange fascination with this stone, and the excitement of finding it, that helped me crawl to my feet. I cradled my shattered w

Duke Leon took out a dark blue crystal stone necklace in the shape of a center dice and gave it to Viscount Igor. “It does look like Sapphire stone, however, it is a very steep crystal and is only found in Belize, the great blue hole, you can buy 3 mansions with this” he said as he placed the necklace near them. “And don't forget to cover Viscount Igor's pants, madam.” added Duke Leon while looking at Viscount Igor's pants. Duke Leon left them, Altair who was still holding his wrist that felt stiff looked scornfully at them. As he passed Altair, Duke Leon gave a signal to follow him.

I gave him a little smile, and he returned it before I faced the dais again. This dais was higher than the one in the dining hall. It had ten steps of lavender stone leading up to a circular space which the thrones were set upon. The throne on the left was larger than the one on the right but other than that, they were identical. Made from intricately carved pieces of wood, their blackened feet faded up into purple and then lightened to lavender near the top. The peaks at center back were both adorned with a silver star and the inset cushions were deep purple velvet. Between the thrones was a small table holding a purple cushion which in turn held a feminine version of Keir's crown. Then, be