Doors Of Stone Release Date Novels & Stories

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN THE FIRST BLOOD AWAKENS Marcus stood before the black stone door, his heart hammering against his ribs with a rhythm that felt less like a heartbeat and more like a war drum calling soldiers to battle. The word inscribed upon it—"Choose"—glowed with a faint crimson light that pulsed in time with his pulse, as if the door itself was alive, breathing, waiting for his decision.

There wasn't even a gate around the property nor were there any werewolves guarding the borders. So we entered carefully and started to run towards the far end of the property where the bunker was. When we got there, I noticed a steel door on the ground. "This is it. eyes and ears open." I started as I opened the heavy steel door. Once I opened the door, Kara's scent of fresh flowers and vanilla was very strong, so I knew that she was close by. I didn't even hesitate when I smelt her scent. I ran down the steps and right to the door she was behind. I didnt even think twice as I busted the steel door from its frame. The door crashed to the floor with a loud thud that caused Kara to jump out o

Unfortunately, it was locked. “I hope you haven‘t used up all your strength just for me?” Margaret asked coquettishly. “You'd be surprised how much strength I have, lady,” Darren replied. He leaned back a little and kicked the door with all his might. The wood cracked loudly on impact, but the door stayed in place. Darren did not give up. He repeated the kick several more times and finally the old rusty hinges could withstand the attack no longer. The door opened with a bang, revealing a dark, narrow tunnel.

The bond between us will be too strong, making it difficult to push him away. I lowered my eyes to the dark grey floor. "I'm not strong enough," I responded. She laughed and returned to her table, removing an object from a small chest box. Then she came back to me, slowly revealing a necklace with a small, round, light gray stone pendant, resembling the moon, in the palm of her hand.

With a thought, a massive stone shot out from his spatial pocket, smashing heavily against the door. But the door didn't budge. He pressed his hand, recalling the stone back into the space, then sent out a second kinetic stone. Place. Recall. Place. Recall. After only a dozen repetitions, the door finally splintered open. This door had to be specially made. Otherwise, with the destructive power of the kinetic stones, one hit would have pierced a normal door long ago—their prior experiences had proven that. Yet, this one had required more than ten stones to break. Specially reinforced, without a doubt.

“One of several I expect you have. And I have questions of my own, and then perhaps we should make room for civilized conversation and discuss the best course of action. She is practically my daughter. I raised her before you could learn about her connection with the heart while you just let her cry under this cursed barrier.” I looked at the statue holding the gem, trapping us in this realm even after death and noticed the vines wrapping it and overgrowth dissipating. The statue was like a throne where a woman sat down holding a cube in a majestic demeanour; she was definitely a woman but her clothes were of a man, with a drawing on her forehead in the signs of a star similar to the one I s

It’s just there. One morning. Where a wall of throbbing, veined stone was, now there is a door. Plain. Unvarnished wood. A simple brass knob. It doesn’t belong. It’s an obscenity of normalcy in our living cathedral of flesh and stone.

is really shit." He chuckled, as we kept riding along. We kept on the path, and rode up to a giant black metal gate, surrounded by a big stone wall that seemingly went on for miles. "This is it, princess, are you sure you want to keep going? It only get's more dangerous from here." Gideon told me, getting off of his horse, and helping me off of mine. I took a deep breath, and nodded. "I've got to find out what happened to my family, and what happened to my kingdom in my long absence." I told him, walking to the gate. There was a giant lock that seemed to groan as I approached. "Do you happen to know where the key is? I obviously don't have it." I looked at him, hoping he had the answer. "Yo

It spoke directly into her mind. "You stopped him," it said. "But you don't get to keep the stone. It was never yours to take." Kael drew his blade. The metal sang against the sudden silence. "Then come take it," he growled. The Moonstone pulsed again. Brighter this time. And the doors of the temple, sealed for centuries, began to grind open from the outside.They weren't alone anymore: --------------------- The End Chapter 20 ;

“She didn’t want anyone finding what lies inside.” Lyra met his gaze. “Then why did she leave me the key?” Killian hesitated. But in the end, there was only one thing to do. Lyra pressed her palm against the stone. The moment her skin touched it, the door shuddered. A wave of raw energy pulsed through the chamber, surging up her arm, searing through her veins. Recognition. The door knew her. And it bowed to her. With a deafening crack, the stone split open.