Ancient Stone Tablets Novels & Stories

I went through boxes of brittle scrolls, books bound in leather and strange woven cloth, records kept secret for centuries by families and orders who had guarded them without ever really understanding what they meant. Late on the seventh night, I found it. Tucked away at the very bottom of a locked chest, wrapped in heavy oiled cloth, was a small slab of smooth gray stone, covered in fine, deeply carved markings. It was not written in any language I knew, but the symbols were familiar — the same ones I had seen woven into old tapestries, carved into the walls of the deepest vaults, marked on the very first texts my mother had left behind. I carried it to the main hall where Alexander waited,

the old man accepted it and held it like it was a delicate baby, "This is a guess with the time! It is indeed from the 14th century BCE. This is one of the other portions. This small but precise votive tablet or plaque is made of fired clay with traces of red paint or lacquer and is gilded with gold leaf. It dates to the late Ayutthaya or early Bangkok period (18th or early 19th century), and possibly earlier but Anthony mentioned that it was older than or somewhere late in the 14th century." The three listened as the old began its story. "These cuneiform symbols here are something important," he paused, "Actually, I have taken a picture of the one that is missing. Maybe we can decipher this

Unless his entire body, including his soul, was frozen, keeping him in a state of deep sleep and keeping that little bit of life. Other than that, there was no other way! In front of the elder, there was a tall stone tablet standing outside the hall. The stele was full of momentum, like a spear, rushing into the sky, making people feel fearful! Different times of Ancient Draconic era characters appeared on the stone tablet, and the holy aura on it was faintly discernible.

In the crater, there seemed to be a stone tablet! Philip enlarged the picture, looked at it carefully, and found something that shocked him! On the stone tablet, there were actually ancient Orienta characters! Moreover, there was an obscure pattern that seemed like a geomancy formation! More terrifyingly, there were several stones around the stone tablet arranged in a formation. It was as if they were suppressing something! Huge characters on the stone tablet revealed ancient and harsh killing intent! [Monster imprisoned here!] Hiss! Everyone gasped. There was a stone tablet on Mars with ancient Orienta characters on the stone tablet and more frighteningly was the meaning behind those words!

I crouched down and opened it. Inside were layers of fabric, papers, and a bundle of letters tied with a ribbon. Old photographs in a cardboard sleeve. A small wooden jewelry box that I set aside to take. And underneath all of that, wrapped loosely in a piece of old linen, was something hard and angular. Curious, I pulled it out and unwrapped it. It was a small stone tablet covered in markings around a central relief of a wolf howling at the moon. “What the…” I stood, walking over to the window, and held it up.

(Selene’s POV) The archives smelled like old rain and silver dust. That was the first thing I noticed as we stepped inside—rows upon rows of towering shelves carved directly into living stone, each lined with crystal tablets, scrolls bound in pale leather, and floating glyphs that drifted slowly like lazy fireflies. Soft light glowed from the walls, lighting the dimly lit place. “This place is restricted,” the elder said as she led us in. “Many of these records haven’t been touched in centuries.”

He asks, holding up a block of stone. Aiyla’s eyes widen and mine eyes almost fall out of my head as I see the glyphs carved into the stone. It’s the missing half of the tablet! It HAS been here all along! Sebastian walks over and places the broken piece in my hands, and with slow gentle movements, I trace my fingers along the carvings. “You were using part of an ancient prophecy, written by the Goddess Fretez herself… as a paperweight?” I ask in a slow voice. Sebastian shrugs, “I didn’t know what it was. I thought it was just scribble,” he says defensively.

I pull the heavy, dusty tome from the shelf and stare at the cover. It has a single symbol on it. To the untrained eye it looks like nothing but a series of triangles and stripes arranged in a random pattern, but I recognise it right away. “What is it?” Simone asks. I flip the book open and stare at the yellowing pages. It’s old, but it’s made from relatively modern materials, which means someone took the time to copy the cuneiforms from the original clay tablets. “This is Akkadian,” I say as I slide my eyes over the pages.

All the hardships he had encountered along the way had failed to shake his determination. Phoebe watched him quietly. In her eyes, there was a hint of admiration. The Dragon Emperor had inscribed the Royal Dragon Text onto a stone tablet. That tablet was made of a strange material from beyond the sky, and for tens of thousands of years, no one could carve a single word on it. Therefore, it was called the Tablet of Eternal Silence. But with the Dragon Emperor’s supreme power, he not only carved words but also inscribed a complete text on this stone tablet. After that, the tablet came to possess immense power.

stone carvings, broken weapons, and cracked tablets covered in indecipherable runes.“What is this place?” Timbre asked, her voice hushed.“This,” Alison replied, “is where we’ve kept the last remaining artifacts of the forgotten wolves. When their downfall came, the survivors of our kind sealed away what little was left of their legacy, hoping to bury it forever. But now, it might be the only thing that can help you.”Timbre stepped into the chamber, her eyes drawn to a large stone tablet propped against the far wall. The carvings on its surface were intricate, swirling patterns that seemed to pulse with an ancient energy. She could almost hear whispers in the back of her mind as she approache