Mtg Oblivion Stone Novels & Stories

"This is the Resonance Stone. It's a sacred relic that's been around for over 1,000 years. It measures your level of arcane power and which realm you've reached. "All you have to do is place your palm on the symbol at its center and channel your energy. The stone will light up a different color depending on your level—yellow for Awakening, green for Foundation, blue for Core Formation, purple for Great Decator, scarlet for Arcane High Priest, and the legendary crimson Light of Ascension, which even I've never seen in my lifetime." The crowd sucked in a breath the moment he finished. A lot of the younger practitioners stared at the stone like it was everything they'd ever dreamed of.

Kael placed a hand on its smooth surface, his magic pulsing faintly as he examined it. “There’s power in this thing,” he said. “Old and layered. It’s connected to the Veil somehow.” Valen frowned, keeping his distance. “Does it look like something we can break? If it’s another anchor for Morgana’s corruption, we should—” Before he could finish, the obelisk flared to life, emitting a deafening hum. The light it reflected shifted and fractured, forming ghostly images that hovered in the air around them. Elysia’s breath hitched. “What is this...?”

Next, I took out the ruby stone and placed it on the table in front of them. There was pin-drop silence as the advisors peered excitedly at the ruby stone, one they've been searching for for years, finally within an arm's length. I waited, silently bidding my time, wanting to see who would give in to temptations first. My patience was rewarded when a few seconds later I heard a loud and painful squeal. The red-haired witch seated next to James Montgomery tried to pick up the ruby stone only for her skin to be burnt. Guardian stones are very powerful, the ruby stone burns the skin of those it deems as unworthy of its power.

he murmured. "It’s not," Cheryl nodded, her webbed fingers popping the lockbox open to reveal three jagged, midnight-black stones that throbbed with a faint, violet luminescence. "It’s the currency of the Deep Trenches. The maritime empires don't trade in gold, Vance. They trade in power. If the Queen introduces these stones into the western markets as a sovereign-backed imperial script, the Dawn-Gild's gold bars will become completely worthless on our shores within a week."

Core Eater Stone was a forbidden mineral unique to the Dark Blood Duchy. It looked like ordinary rock until activated by dark energy, when it would create an absolute anti-magic field. Eira’s mind raced. The semi-final stage was built directly above this very drainage outlet. If Rhoderick detonated the stone mid-match, her moonlight purification power would be snuffed out instantly. She’d be left helpless, a sitting duck for the Dark Blood assassins. She couldn’t destroy the barrier now—it would alert the mages guarding the trap. She couldn’t afford to tip her hand.

Hildegarde exclaimed from Mane’s above shoulder, and the young Supreme was inclined to agree. “I must never mess with these two,” he vowed to himself. “Here’s the information you seek. But I’d tell you this beforehand, this year’s competition is much better than it was in the past. You are in for a treat.” Ivor had a mysterious smile on his face as he handed over a small stone to Lam and tossed the coins into a pouch around his waist. Mane had almost missed it because his (Ivor’s) belly fat covered the little thing. Lam showed the stone to Mane and said, “This is a Record Stone. It is used to keep images of events for later viewing. It is very costly.”

The time had come. The Heartstone was close. The clearing where the Hearthstone lay was eerily silent, the air heavy with anticipation. As we stepped into the space, I could feel the pulse of the stone before I even saw it. It was a massive and enormous black obelisk rising from the earth, its surface etched with ancient runes that seemed to shimmer in the fading light. I felt the power of it immediately, thrumming through my veins, a deep, magnetic pull that I couldn’t resist. The closer I got, the more it called to me, its power a siren’s song pulling at the core of my being.

A tear rolled down my cheeks and I quickly wiped it away. Astra exhaled slowly, rubbing her temple. “The Red Stone,” she murmured. Of course. I had a strong feeling. “It took something in return,” I said, shuddering. “Yes.” “Hmm. Well,” I said bitterly, “I think we found the payment.” Astra turned toward the table, her fingers lightly brushing across the ancient grimoire lying open there. “The Red Stone is older than most magic I’ve encountered. Proverbs one of the oldest magic we know,” she said carefully. “It wouldn’t break a curse without consequences. It consumes power equal to the curse it destroys.”

"Summon Morana! Bring the court sorcerers! Have them inspect the stone’s core right now! Search it for Southern dark magic! I demand it!" "The Stone of Truth cannot be altered by living hands!" Elder Karl shouted back, refusing to yield. "It is an ancient, neutral relic! The magic has spoken, Queen Rosalie; you stand condemned!" Before Rosalie could speak another word, Ezekiel let out a low, raspy laugh that sent a wave of icy dread through the room. He pushed himself off the pillar, wiping the blood from his chin, his dark blue eyes locking onto Dominic’s unmoving, terrifying frame.

From the base of the cliffs, the earth tore open. A massive figure rose taller than trees, its skin carved from obsidian, veins glowing with molten runes. It had no eyes. No mouth. Just a jagged crest and the symbol of the First Pact carved into its chest. The Stoneblood. Born when the world was still cooling. Created to enforce balance when the gods failed. A weapon locked away after the first extinction. The Reclamation raised its hand in reverence. “The wolves were given the gift. You broke it. Now the gift is taken.”