Oblivion Standing Stones Novels & Stories

They moved like smoke, their obsidian eyes fixed on the path ahead. As we moved deeper into the valley, the statues began to appear. They were massive, fifty-foot monoliths carved from raw obsidian, depicting the ancient Alphas of the North. But they weren't standing in triumph. They were kneeling, their stone faces twisted in expressions of eternal agony, their hands reaching toward the center of the valley. "They're pointing to the Hollow," I whispered. The "face-slap" of the valley's architecture hit me then. This wasn't a cemetery; it was a prison. The statues were the anchors of a massive, prehistoric seal. And we were walking directly into the center of the lock.

The fang rested in a leather sheath strapped to her thigh, warm against her skin, pulsing like a second heart. The standing stones appeared ahead, twelve ancient monoliths arranged in a perfect circle, their surfaces etched with runes that now glowed crimson under the absent moon. A bonfire roared at the center, unnatural green flames licking the night, casting long, twisted shadows across the clearing. Darius waited.

He stared at what she pointed at, and blinked. The tiny object almost obscured by waving weeds resembled one of the mighty structures at a henge near the Sorviodunum fort or the one in the woods not far away. Two smaller stone blocks held up a longer, oblong one. Though it resembled a crude bench, Porcius guessed it to be more significant considering the runic symbols that covered it in finely etched rows. Tavia pointed at the stone bench emphatically and then at the man hanging in pieces. She looked into his eyes and said, “Drust.”

I could feel it in my bones as we rode closer to the ancient castle. The stone colors in the mountain side changed from a deep brown to a black void. The grass grew darker until it was black in color as we approached the outer castlegrounds. "You're still sure you want to do this?" Gideon asked me, as we approached. I looked at him, and nodded. I was on the seemingly endless search for answers, and I was going to get them. As we got closer to the walls of the outer garden, I could see vines that looked like they were dripping with black ink. I reached out to touch one, only to get my hand slapped down by Gideon. "Don't touch those! You'll be asleep for a century, easily." He told me, realizi

The remaining Shadow Crown forces had retreated to their last stronghold: a circle of ancient standing stones known as the Crown of Bones, said to be the birthplace of the fallen dynasty. Lucien rode at the head of the column, his warhorse steady despite the rough terrain. Caelan rode beside him, the mating bite on his neck clearly visible beneath his cloak. The bond between them hummed with quiet power, steadying both of them against the pull of the old blood that still lingered in this place. Rowan rode a short distance behind, his expression unusually somber. By midday they reached the edge of the Crown of Bones. The standing stones rose like broken teeth from the earth, arranged in a mas

(Goti) Red Stone Village is considered a neighbour to the 3 Stony Mountain Village, it was located to the south of the mountain area. It was a small Red goblin Village where they usually trades the fishes that they caught with the 3 Stony Mountain Village for the Grey Dwarf iron weapons. Hearing that the Red Stone Village also get destroyed the trio got even more depressed. The trio knows Chief Mongo as the old goblin is rather friendly with everyone around him and as the young chief candidates naturally they made contact with each others.

Could trace the invisible threads that bound them together. She saw them. All of them. Her voice came out steady, almost mechanical, as she began to speak. "The second stone is in Pyre Hollow, where Ashborne Alphas were reborn." The words flowed from her lips without thought, pulled from somewhere deep inside, from the visions flooding her mind. "The third is in Clawrock Park, where the mountain split under the weight of the first war." Images flashed behind her eyes. Stone. Blood. Fire. "The fourth is in Blackwater Fall Park, where water swallowed a city and never gave it back."

We have to find her! * ~ I stood up when the sun rose from behind the white mountains. I couldn’t sleep. I was restless, thinking about Knight's words, thinking about my mate. Where could she be? Knight sent me the image she mentally shared with him once again, and this time I looked at it carefully: vertical stones forming a circle. I recognised them from photos. Those were the Witch’s sacred stones. I’ve heard about them. Wait, weren’t the stones in Europe? It was quite rare for Werewolves to be there since there were no packs in the old continent, only a few rogues and lonely wolves.

Two Midnight scouts raced through the woods. “Did you see that?” one panted. “That… that wasn’t a wolf!” “I don’t know what it was,” the other whispered. “But it moved like one. And its eyes are gods, its eyes!” They reached a ridge and froze. In the valley below, something massive stirred. A circle of obsidian stones just like the Circle Aria awakened in now stood cracked and open. In the center, a woman stood barefoot in the snow, raising her hands to the moonless sky.

“Not a spell of mortal craft. Something older.” She walked from the circle, letting the wind tear through her white cloak. The Inquisitors rose and followed at a cautious distance. They knew better than to speak when Selene’s fury turned inward. At the edge of the ridge, she paused. Below, the fog churned like a living sea. The Covenant’s sightstones—seven obsidian monoliths half-buried in the soil—pulsed faintly, their light dim and confused. Whatever dwelled in that mist had severed their tether to the unseen paths.