Doors Of Stone Release Novels & Stories

They’ve breached the outer walls, their armor and skin gleaming, their weapons soaked in the multi-colored blood of the evil creatures they’re cutting down. “We need to get inside while they’re occupied,” Rowen says as we run toward the gates. “Before reinforcements show up.” “Anyone see a way in?” Alexander asks, scanning the structure. The gates are obvious—two massive obsidian stone doors, smooth and polished to a mirror shine. They gleam in the combined glow of hellfire and angelic light. You can see where they’ll part, but there’s no handle, no lock, no seam to manipulate. The clash of war echoes around us, the sky full of cries and steel. I see the four Thrones fly out to meet three fi

From behind his head, the door began to open. O

He gestured towards the guardian, its hulking form dwarfing them. The creature rumbled in response, then extended a massive paw, its obsidian claws brushing against the intricate carvings on the door. A faint blue light emanated from its paw, tracing the glyphs with an otherworldly glow. The stone door rumbled to life, the ancient mechanism grinding with a slow, inexorable groan. Dust rained down from the ceiling as the gap between the massive slabs widened, revealing a blinding shaft of light beyond.

Arvana attacked him the next second, slamming the life out of him… "No!" He snapped his eyes once more. “Go. Now!” His eyes carried anger now. I glanced more at him, then at the door, before I turned and moved… The keys went in..then the runes of the stone walls began to glow..turning brighter and brighter— Then, a voice came… Heir Recognized. Then the doors opened with a groan. I moved in at once, staring back ar the chaos as the doors closed slowly.. Arvana spotted me, his red eyes locked—

Chapter Thirty-Two The exact fraction of a second the heavy wooden bedroom door finally closed behind our bodies, isolating us from the suffocating toxic atmosphere of the clubhouse, Stone turned the brass deadbolt lock with a loud, distinct, and incredibly heavy click. He stood perfectly still in front of the door frame for a long, quiet second, his massive back completely turned away from me, his broad shoulders tightly hunched up with a suffocating amount of lingering tension from the dining hall battle.

“What happened?” “The Hollow Army has retreated.” Leon frowned. “Retreated?” “They’re not attacking anymore.” Cassian’s face darkened. “That’s worse.” “Why?” “They’ve already achieved their objective.” ⸻ Far beneath the earth… Mordrath stood before an enormous stone gate. Only one chain still held it shut. One. Behind the gate… Something breathed. Not loudly. Not violently. Just… Patiently. Mordrath placed the Fourth Key into an ancient socket.

But she didn’t pull back. Didn’t break contact. Because this— This felt different. Not like the chaos before. This felt… Recognizing. The symbols carved into the stone flickered to life. One by one. Glowing faintly beneath her hand. The ground trembled slightly. The lock— Not mechanical— Not physical— Broke. With a sound that echoed like something ancient shifting in its sleep. The door cracked open. A slow, grinding movement that felt too loud for something buried this deep. The darkness inside wasn’t empty.

Hurry. The light seeping through the small barred window has begun to fade, painting the cell in deepening shades of grey. I measure my breaths and try to gather what little strength remains in my battered body. Then the lock on my door turns with that familiar heavy sound. Elder Stone appears in the doorway, her face tight with an urgency I have not seen before. Gone is the calm, calculated cruelty. Something has rattled her perfect composure. “Change of plans,” she announces, gesturing sharply to the guards behind her. “We move now.”

Her breath hitched as she pressed her fingers into it. The crack widened into a small wooden door hidden in the stone. The voice roared with rage. “Don’t you dare, daughter!” The city walls trembled as the statue’s arms stretched out toward her. With great effort, Camela stood up, each step sending agony through her trembling body. She grabbed the handle tightly. The statue let out a furious roar while buildings collapsed and streets wailed out in chaos. Camela pulled the door with all her strength — The door creaked open.

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.