Novel & Cerita Oblivion Mage Stone

Hell, it was just a rock; it had probably gotten lost and eroded into sand. Still, I had to try to find it. Every day that passed was another day Agnes had to struggle with her elemental abilities without the stabilizing influence of a proper mate bond. Every day that passed was another day that I was still marked to Olivia, whether I wanted to be or not. I quickly Mindlinked James. “James, I need you to research something for me. The Lunaris Stone.” There was a pause before his voice returned: “The… What?” I sighed. “Just look into it,” I replied. “Report back with any information you find. Quickly.”

Her lips curved into a satisfied smirk. "Do you feel it?" Drevon inhaled deeply, the cold night air swirling around him, thick with the iron tang of blood and the remnants of magic left behind in the wake of battle. His golden eyes narrowed as he stretched his senses outward. The air itself seemed to hum, a pulse beneath the rubble, hidden yet persistent. He exhaled. "The Grand Stone is here." Aelindra’s smirk deepened, her satisfaction dark and simmering.

The wind screamed past us, but the moment I closed my eyes, the world went dead silent. I reached deep. Past the stone of the ramparts, past the lower levels of the keep, straight down into the sweltering, industrial heat of the Abyssal forge where Kaelen and the blacksmiths were still working the raw ore. The Seal of the Eclipse inside my chest flared white-hot, acting as a massive vacuum that pulled the latent, unrefined magic of the deep mountain straight up into my veins. The black veins on my arms didn't just glow; they ruptured with a brilliant, blinding violet radiance that bled right through the fabric of my red gown.

* A cold wave of fear twisted in my stomach. I had to be quick. Instead of just placing my hand down, I secretly dragged the sharp edge of Evangeline’s silver ring across the scar on my palm. Fresh blood welled up right away. The new pain pushed the smoky magic deeper under a fresh layer of blood. It hurt like hell, but it was the only way to trick the stone. I slammed my hand onto the freezing white stone. For one long second, nothing happened. Then the stone started shaking hard. The pure white inside began to swirl and turn into a dirty grey.

The blade found its true mark, snuffing out Damien's life in a whisper of steel. Yadiel, his heart pounding with the rush of his grim task, reached into the depths of his cloak and drew forth an arcane stone. It shimmered and danced with an otherworldly radiance, a pulsating heart of sapphire light that seemed to beat in time with Yadiel's quickened pulse. He whispered an ancient incantation, his voice a mere thread in the tapestry of the night. The stone clenched within his grasp, awakening into a tempest of glowing fog that swirled with arcane energy. With purpose etched into his every step, Yadiel strode into the veil of mist. It swallowed him whole and, just as swiftly, the mystical shro

After a moment of convincing and explaining things to Gior, though, Aesthelia wasn't sure if the information she knew was exactly what this world possessed. There are two types of magic stones. The first one would be the most common, the human-made magic stones. They're the stones that are blessed by the divine power for protection purposes. The priest and priestess were the ones who distributed them because they were the only ones who possessed and were gifted with divine powers, and the empire, of course, permitted the spread of the said divine-blessed magical stone.