Doors Of Stone Release Novels & Stories

God knew what was waiting for me. “Enough chatter, it’s time to tell you Miss Holland that I won’t leave you alone!” that male voice intervened and every time I heard it sent shivers through my body. “I see, Mr Stone…” I approved by looking at him, but the bandages still bothered me. “So you do know me...” His voice got a tone lower. “Who doesn’t? Are you here because...” I had to acknowledge the actor’s notoriety but there was no guarantee that the man in front of me, whom I couldn’t see, was actually Dominic Stone.

ZANE Arms crossed, back pressed to the wall, I wait. The bastard’s taking his time. Every second that ticks by grates at my nerves, winding them tighter. When the suite door finally creaks open, Stone stumbles out like he’s got somewhere urgent to be — duffel bags slung over each shoulder, head down, avoiding the world. He doesn’t see me right away. Fumbles with the door like it’s giving him a hard time. When he finally clocks me standing there, his body goes rigid. “Za—”

Left alone and locked out of my own room, I felt adrift. To keep my hands busy, I finished the dishes, the thick foam Jinkyu used feeling strange between my fingers. Eventually, I drifted toward the sofa and spotted the objects M had been tinkering with. They were several small, square stones. As soon as they hit my palm, they began to emit a faint glow in two distinct colors, a deep crimson and a pale violet. I was turning them over, trying to figure out if they were a puzzle or a weapon, when the front door opened again. It wasn't Felix this time. It was Monty. "Baby M, You're home early" I noted, trying to hide the stones behind my back for a split second before realizing he probably knew

After Axil did what I instructed, I bit my lip and swiped my blood across my finger, watching as it dripped onto the floor and began to spread all over the room, expanding and connecting all of the symbols together and lighting them up a bright fiery red. I began to mutter. "The curse that was placed The malice that gave birth Release this caged race That belongs to the earth Let them cry no more Let them suffer not I open this broken door To release what the world forgot." I whimpered in pain as my head throbbed, watching as many images of people across the town flashed before my eyes. "Buried beneath the stones they slumber Arise you will be cursed no longer Turn to me as I release your ch

The stones underfoot pulsed with the same rhythm as the mark on my skin. Each step closer made it harder to breathe. By the time we reached the archway to the vault, the ache had become pressure. The seal on the door—normally dormant—was glowing. Alive. Awake. I reached out, fingers trembling. The stone recognized me before I touched it. The air thickened. Theron drew closer, his hand ghosting just behind my back, ready to catch me. The seal brightened, runes flaring gold and crimson, and the door split down the middle with a sound like breath drawn in reverse.

Callum stayed close beside me with his hand on my arm to guide me, Zane a step behind, quiet and morose. The stairs finally ended, and a narrow passageway opened up into a small chamber in which was set a circular stone door. Around the seams of the door was a shimmering energy, a magical lock I supposed. “This is as far as we go,” one of the students said as the other pressed her small hands to the center of the door. The stone began to glow around them as she murmured words under her breath, ripples of light flowing outwards until they met the light around the seams. “It’ll stay open a while. But when it shuts, it shuts, and we won’t open it again. So don’t be on the wrong side of it.”

Every door was slightly open, with a strong and manic purple aura rushing from the crack of the door. The pillar of the purple Dragon Qi, which almost rose to the ground, overflowed from the six doors with tiny gaps. "What is the origin of these doors? Who put them here?" Ding Hao was extremely shocked. He had thought that there would be something strange at the bottom of the Great Abyss. He hadn't expected it to be six ancient stone gates. He carefully approached one of the stone gates to observe it. He stretched out his hand and rubbed it, and the touch was cold and rough. He condensed his Divine Senses and tried to extend through the gap of the stone gate to observe the situation behind i

"Mom, you did it. The sky... the sky is blue again outside." "You actually pulled it off, Mom," Leo breathed, a massive wave of relief washing over his youthful features as he slumped against a rock. "I've never seen anything like that." Seraphina raised her right hand. Resting gently in her palm was the Stone of Life. It was completely purified, glowing with a soft, warm, and comforting light that felt like the gentle morning sun. "It's safe now. It will never be used for darkness again." A sudden commotion at the grand entrance of the chamber made them turn their heads. The heavy oak and iron doors were thrown open, and a massive vanguard of their allied army poured into the room, led by t

I press my palm to the Assessment Stone. The stone is cold. The formation hums under my skin — a faint vibration, like a distant bell. For a moment, just a fragment of a second, something shifts in the space behind my sternum. Something that feels less like a spiritual root and more like a door with a very heavy lock, pressing back. Then the Stone displays its result. The characters are dim. Brownish-grey, the color of unlit embers, barely bright enough to read in morning sunlight. The crowd reads them first because they're watching for exactly this.

The soldiers nervously raised their weapons. Against what, I wasn't sure. No sword could stop that thing. No army could. I stared at the door. At the symbol. At the mark on my wrist. Then slowly stepped forward. The moment my hand touched the stone— Agony exploded through my arm. I screamed. Silver light erupted from the mark. The entire door shook violently. Ancient mechanisms groaned to life. Dust poured from the ceiling. The chains carved into the stone began glowing. One by one.