Doors Of Stone Will Never Be Released Novels & Stories

"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

“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.

He stared at Philip and the others coldly while saying mockingly, “Wow, I didn’t expect to see you alive here. It’s really gratifying.” Philip frowned, glanced at the arrogant Hugh, and ignored him. Instead, he looked at the huge stone door in front of him! The door was more than ten meters high and dozens of meters wide. Many totems and portraits were carved on the stone door. They were of many creatures that could not be explained in modern society! The stone door also exuded a terrifying aura that suppressed everyone. It was as if there were creatures that did not belong to this world behind the stone door. As long as the stone door was opened, they would rush out and massacre the human w

My jaw dropped as I looked carefully at the image of the stone. The same stone, encased in my mother's locket, was not just a beautiful gem; it was a legendary artifact with mystical properties. The Arctic stone, described in the book as a legendary gem, possessed mystical properties. It could grant unparalleled power to its possessor, but the condition was as extraordinary as the stone itself – a single drop of essence from every existing supernatural species. The revelation left me breathless, my mind swirling with questions about my mother's possession.

Killian and the others joined us, their expressions tense as they took in the discovery. “How do we open it?” I asked, my voice quiet. Nova ran her fingers along the edge of the stone, her expression thoughtful. “There’s something written here. It’s faded, but I think I can make it out.” She leaned closer, her eyes narrowing as she read aloud. “Only the pure of heart may pass. The unworthy shall face their greatest fears.” A chill ran through me as the words echoed in the stillness. “Sounds like a trap,” Drystan said grimly.

Didn’t pretend to. "What the hell does that mean?" "You bled," he said, stepping closer—and the air seemed to narrow, like the chamber inhaled. "You woke the gate. That makes you ours." Ours. The word curled through me like smoke. Like a noose. My stomach twisted, cold and sour. "I didn’t mean to—" "No one ever does," he murmured, crouching beside the pedestal with the grace of falling dusk. "The stone is old. Older than the ruin. Older than your kind’s memory. It does not open for blood unwilling."

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 ;

Even in the dim twilight filtering through the curtain gap, the jade seemed to pulse with a faint, cool luster. "Your mother told me that this stone carries the promise of your family's true destiny," Mrs. Thompson whispered, taking a thin leather cord and looping it around my neck. The cool stone rested directly over my hammering heart. "Never take it off, Evelyn. Never let anyone see it. It is the only proof of who you really are."

It radiated a gentle, silvery glow, its energy enveloping the atmosphere. “We discovered it,” I exhaled. However, just as we were about to approach, a thunderous roar vibrated through the room. "They've arrived," Marcus stated, his tone serious. The Neglected Beings swarmed into the graveyard, their contorted shapes outlined by the moonlight. “They are unable to obtain the Stone,” Marcus stated. "We must eliminate it." I looked at him in disbelief. "Annihilate it?" However "There's no alternative," he stated. “If they manage to obtain it, it’s all finished.”

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