Fake Marble Pillars Novels & Stories

It’s… it’s so exquisite. The floors are marble gold with fluorescent jade cracks. The walls are a burgundy red with gold detailing. The pillars appear to be made from the most vibrant jade with carvings of snakes wrapping around the pillars. Large golden vases are spaced out against the walls and every walkway above us is made from golden wood. Golden lanterns hang from every walkway and every hallway has red lanterns hanging from the ceiling. It’s gigantic and looks like something out of a fairy tale. I’ve never seen anything like it.

They had bought themselves time. The Monoliths did not stand like statues; they pulsed like beacons. Located five miles from the valley floor on a plateau of jagged sapphire glass, the three pillars rose sixty feet into the thin, violet air. As Audrey and her team approached in the "Frost-Skiffs"—lightweight hover-sleds powered by the city's residual Synthesis—the air around the pillars began to hum, a sound that bypassed the ears and resonated directly in the bronze lines of Audrey’s skin. "The markings aren't etched into the stone," Mara noted, her gloved hand hovering inches from the surface. "They’re suspended within it. It’s a data-lattice. This isn't just rock; it’s a solid-state memor

“You need to be more careful. I could help you this time, but there seems to be an energy in this ancient ruin that isolates my senses from the outside world. If you’re in danger again, I may not be able to help you in time.” Philip finally realized that it was the big roc who saved him just now. “Thank you, Big Roc. I’ll definitely be careful in the future. This won’t happen again.” In fact, Philip was not to blame for this matter. The main function of these two stone pillars was to create illusions for the entrants as the first trap. Once an individual fell under the stone pillars' spell, even a powerhouse at the peak of nine stars might not be able to break the spell with their strength.

They were finished. They were done for this time. In front of them was a field of stone pillars. There were at least thousands of them. Each stone pillar had a diameter of half a meter, densely packed there. Each of the stone pillars was different in height. They had been there for ages to become this way. From a distance, they give off an ancient and desolate feeling. When she saw the stone pillars, Lilo's exquisite face had a hint of despair.

There is a feeling of community everywhere I look, and the pack seems to be one family, although it is quite large. At the foot of the hilltop, there is a building that is unlike any of the houses, public buildings, or even the mansion. For one, it is made of stone, a white-colored stone that Alexander tells me is called marble. It’s a cuboidal structure with a large, tall doorway at the front, in front of which there are four massive pillars erected. There are large braziers on either side of the doorways, well lit, and golden in color. As I get closer, I notice that there are writings on the pillars, strange little pictorials, and letters that I can’t read. I don’t know the language they a

Manolya’s POV We stopped at the foot of the stairs. The first eight pillars at the entrance, four on each side, were adorned with sculptures at their bases. Humans and warriors carved into the stone, their strained bodies bent beneath the weight of the columns as if they were holding the temple up with their bare hands. Pelin didn’t move. I could hear her breathing beside me, shallow and uneven. “Okay,” she said finally, though her voice betrayed her. “You go first.”

Could it be that in the depths of the memories inherited from those ancestors, the pyramids had some special meaning? However, the pyramids were not the most dazzling buildings in this vast underwater world. Ding Hao's powerful Divine Senses swept over the place. The huge pillars, which were like Sky-Supporting Pillars, were very eye-catching. There were ten towering pillars with a radius of a pyramid. They went straight up to the top, just like the key stands. At a glance, Ding Hao could see that there were 108 such giant pillars here, all supporting this underwater world. Upon closer inspection, he found that numerous statues were carved on each of the huge pillars.

The throne room is a mausoleum tonight. The pillars lean like watchmen carved from shadow and bone, their ancient stonework weathered by centuries of bloodshed and broken promises. The torches burn lower than they should. Every shadow feels alive, writhing with whispered accusations and the ghosts of those I have slaughtered in my ascent to this cursed seat of power.

It is overall empty with the exception of 4 large stone black pillars that only look to be a couple feet shorter than the trees. "The pillars are shadowstone and moonstone, no magic can destroy them or break through their wards. It is safe to practice any magic here, no matter how destructive." Aylin says eyeing me before turning her gaze to Roman "my father will be here to collect you in a few minutes. You can have a seat there while Amara and I get started on our lesson" she says pointing to our left where a small cluster of chairs sit. "Thank you, your majesty" Roman says before pulling me to him in a kiss "good luck, little Devil" he says to me as he runs his knuckles along my jawline

Redecorating would've really hurt the overall look. Plus, it was set into the wall and usually covered by an oil painting, so it really didn't stand out. However, just as Amelia was about to make her move, people realized that the stone pillar actually stood facing the decorative fish pond. There was a thin line on the ground that could only be seen as a golden glimmer when the light hit it, as if they were originally one whole! "What was this again!" The bosses who came here today all thought the Environmental Energy they'd seen before was lame. Compared to this scene, any landscaping was just so-so.