Doors Of Stone Release Novels & Stories

"It’s waiting for the hand. Rule 39, Damian." ​"Tell me." ​"The gate only opens for the one who isn't trying to break it down." ​The Activation of the Second Stone ​I stepped out of the craft into the blistering heat. The Thorne guards leveled their weapons, but they couldn't hold their aim. The frequency coming from the ground was so intense it was blurring their vision, turning the desert air into a shimmering mirage of golden script. ​I walked to the center of the Eye, where a single, black obsidian pillar rose from the sand. I didn't use a drill. I didn't use a code. I simply placed my ink-stained palm against the stone and spoke my name.

With a flick of his hand, the inscriptions floated toward the door, then disappeared into it. At that moment, a chilling sensation swept over them. The mystical lines on the stone door became active, constantly flickering and changing positions. Crack! Soon, a sound rang out. The Ice Curse on the stone door was dispelled, and some rocks fell off, revealing an ordinary stone door in their sight. James was the first to walk over and gently pushed the door open. What they saw was a seemingly ordinary stone chamber. Lemuel and Latrusse also entered the stone chamber. Latrusse looked at the surroundings, furrowing his brows, and asked, “Why is there nothing here?”

As they studied the door, a soft whisper brushed against their ears, carrying an otherworldly promise of truth and revelation. With a shared glance, they nodded in unison, understanding that this was the moment they had been preparing for - the moment when their perseverance and unwavering belief would be rewarded. Jericho reached out, his fingers tracing the constellations etched into the stone, invoking a long-forgotten incantation that resonated deep within his very essence. As the incantation left Jericho's lips, the stone door began to tremble, cracks spider-webbing across its surface. A blinding light erupted from within, pouring forth like a river of stardust. The door swung open with

“The stone?” Jordan said and Damian handed it over to him as he brought it out from his pocket. Jordan took it from him an placed it in the space created for it on the big doubled doors that protected Casterly Rock. After a while the door creaked open after being shut for almost a thousand years. They stepped into the room and in the big hall only one thing could be seen, a box kept on an stone with drawings engraved on it. “What are these pictures on the stone?” Ashley said and her voice echoed in the empty space.

Everyone said. “Good,” Haven said as she started to think of the easiest way to get out the doors. She went out of the doors, and two officers had to run ahead of her. She was calling out the directions as Mack pulled her hand back to him. He kept her next to him, knowing they had no real idea what they were walking out too. When she swiped the ID to open the last door with no alarms going off, she smiled at him. “Nice to know you made some friends here,” Mack said with a chuckle.

“It’s a thief we need.” Tawny’s sweet voice comes over the monitor and moves closer to the screen, her yellow eyes pinned on Lyric. “Once upon a long time ago, many, many moons before now, The doorways to the realm of the gods were sealed by four powerful gods and goddesses. They created four stones, one per each god’s magic. These stones not only sealed the doorway, but they also became the key to reopening it. We recently discovered a book with an explanation, a doorway, and some other papers.” She casts Crimson a sideways glance and he shrinks in his seat. “And that’s what I stole? One of these four stones?” Lyric asks.

"Each of the eight stones can be divided into twenty-two pieces that are to be handed down to each new generation. Each of the pieces turns into a key that can be used on any door in the world. When you press the stone into a door, it turns into a portal that will transport you to our coven's hidden cottage. This is where all of the coven's most precious possessions can be found. It is like a safe room for the royal coven's family and inner court members so that we can escape to safety if the coven was ever to be attacked and taken over. There are a couple of caveats to these powerful stones; they only work on doors, and they won't work on a wall or the floor. The door can't have any large o

The door was waiting for her. This stone door had been shut for five hundred years. It had never been locked. The echo Nyx had left in the stone wall had said so: *The door is not locked. It was only sealed shut.* Now the seal had zeroed out. The door was simply closed—like a book shut for five hundred years. If someone just gently turned the first page with a fingertip, the entire book would open on its own. She withdrew her hand. The pulse between her palm lines and the obsidian did not break, trailing a fine, pale arc of light through the air. The ancient mechanism within the stone door had sensed the bloodline of the Mother of Wolves and was actively releasing the final physical seal.

Stone is probably angry that one of the rooms is still occupied, and Haeden sounds amused. What time is it? Glancing out the window, I notice the sun is high in the sky. I see my phone on the nightstand and grab it. It's almost noon. Stone slams his fist against the door once more. "Wake the fuck up, and get out of my house!" I scramble to my feet, hissing as the cold floor touches my bare feet. When did I take my shoes off? After finding them scattered on the floor, I quickly put them on. Then I unlock the door, my other hand flying to my head in an attempt to ease the pain.

It was Kelvin, that annoying guy who had been bothering me. I couldn't help but wonder what he was doing here. He seemed equally shocked to see me, but at that moment, I didn't care about his presence—I just wanted to find a way out of this trap. As I noticed the door slowly closing again, panic surged through me, and I quickly sprang into action. I stood up and rushed towards the door, trying to prevent it from shutting completely. Unfortunately, my efforts were in vain; the door closed itself, leaving Kelvin and me trapped in this room, likely until death.