Romans & histoires Heaven Stones Oblivion

“Please… stop calling me that.” Matthew was looking at her in surprise. “What do you…” “Stop calling me by that nickname!” Allison cried out, letting the tears finally fall from her eyes. “We’re not lovers anymore, Mattie… you have to stop calling me that… just…” Suddenly, the world swam before her eyes. It was as though the room was spinning, the ground tilting its way to meet her. Her body felt like it was burning, the heat spreading throughout her limbs like wildfire.

She paused and frowned, "What is The Roghnoir for now?" The stones were almost at their full size, towering over them as massive boulders taller than some trees. Ambrose held firm, making the final adjustments to their structure and balance, making sure they would hold strong against any attack. And with the last few feet of stone inching out of the ground, Ambrose stopped them from growing further. They were ready. "It is worthless, nothing more than a plain obsidian fire-pit. Any power that it held died along with the Veil-Stones when they were destroyed." Ambrose said, dropping his hands by his sides and letting out a tired exhale.

And there had to be a clue here somewhere. “Shit,” I breathed, inching closer to the wreckage. Magic fizzed and spat in the air, sparks of purple and gold hissing at the sky. Stones of onyx lay shattered on the ground, large rocks and tiny, glittering shards staring up at me pleadingly. “Marla wasn’t exaggerating when she said obliterated,” said Davin, toeing a stone thoughtfully. He hadn’t changed it since the ball, and the sleek black dress shoe looked wrong against the mess of the portal.

The salesperson brought James to a golden Saucer and said, “This is an upper-tier Divine Tool with a price of eight hundred billion Sage Stones. You only need three hundred years to travel to the Holy Realm using this Saucer. Besides, this Saucer has an extremely low consumption level. It only needs the energy of approximately ten billion Sage Stones to arrive at your destination.” Hearing the price, James almost staggered backward. He had a certain understanding of the currency in the cultivation world. Back when the Spiritual Energy of Earth was reawakened, spiritual crystals became the currency. Further up were Sage Stones, which were followed by Holy Stones. In any case, he did not have

He clenched his fists, frustration bubbling just beneath the surface as the question echoed unanswered. Above, the heavens remained fractured, the jagged split in the sky visible only to those cursed to perceive it. Victor could see it clearly, the unsettling rupture that tore across the clouds like a scar. It was a sight that defied reason, a glimpse into the realms beyond that few could endure without losing their sanity. Those attuned to the demonic pathways—Victor, Saoirse, and others like them—were bound to its haunting presence, a grim reminder of the chaos lurking just beyond the veil.

He sat still with tears brimming in his eyes. "Okay." Zach agreed immediately. It was not a complicated request; if Silas misbehaved in the future, he could just kill him. Easy. "Then I will begin." Liezel took both Nevea and Zach's hands and placed them on top of hers that was holding the blue stone. Her eyelids closed as she muttered something under her breath. Suddenly a blue light emerged from the stone. It was so bright that it was hard to look at. Zach squinted and tried to look away but could not. It was as if the light was pulling him in. Lured him to let the light invade all his senses.

So safe and so friendly. Dr. Kole? Sky blinks his eyes twice, thrice, again and again, but he is seeing the same person. Dr. Kole is the exact replica of Kai. What is this again? Is heaven so angry with him that they twist his fate and made the person he first asks for help looks the same as his husband? Is his suffering not enough? Are five years not enough for gods to pity him? to at least let him have just a little glimmer of hope?

Not only that but it also contained incalculable soul nourishment within that small palm sized sphere of power. This diminutive object was called a chaos stone. It was borne only on the birth of a new universe. These chaos stones fashioned the building blocks of all creation until it can sustain life once more. And all of these stones will disappear upon its completion. Only to return once again after this universe shall age and die out. Then the eventual harvest and destruction would ensue. Only to await another cycle of death and rebirth. So to say that this was one of the fastest means to acquire strength was indeed very accurate.

Something inside her responded to the voice, to the claim. Damon tightened his grip on her hand. “Don’t listen to it. They thrive on fear.” But even as he spoke, the circle of stones behind them began to hum, louder and louder, until the earth beneath their feet trembled. Aria staggered, her vision blurring as waves of heat and cold tore through her body. The stones were responding to her power—or to the presence of the enemy, she couldn’t tell which. The cloaked figure raised its hand, and the other creatures surged forward, shrieking as they charged. Damon shifted in an instant, his massive wolf form slamming into the first wave with raw ferocity. Claws and fangs met shadows, silver eyes g

Standing over the stone he began to chant: “Heartstone of the Gray! Hear not the voice of your makers, but the voice of your master! From this day on I name thee mine! The dead shall hear me. The living shall serve me. The willing and unwilling alike shall kneel. Let their rage become my weapon. Let their fear become my chain. Let their souls become my army. As this stone is mine, So too are they. Mortava, watcher of futures, Be blind! Mortava, speaker of warnings, Be silent! Mortava, guardian of the Gray, Be forgotten! By fang and shadow, by darkness eternal, I command it! Obey!” The Heartstone’s silver light immediately dimmed. Red veins spread through the crystal like poison through blood