Oblivion Standing Stones Novels & Stories

The jungle was screaming. It wasn't just the wind or the prehistoric predators; it was the island itself. The ground beneath Willa’s bare feet groaned as another massive chunk of the shoreline collapsed into the dark, churning sea miles below. They had reached the center. The Altar of Truth was a massive monolith of black obsidian, jutting out of the mud like a jagged tooth. It was surrounded by a circle of ancient, glowing blue stones that flickered in time with Willa’s pulse.

"The shrine has been used recently. And not for blessing." Pushing through a final wall of thick ferns, we emerged into a clearing. The sight stole my breath. A wide, swift-moving river cut through the rocks, cascading over a shallow ford. On the far bank, nestled against a cliff face veiled in moss and vines, was the shrine. It wasn't a building, but a circle of standing stones, each taller than Adrien. They were blackened by time and the elements, their surfaces etched with runes so ancient they were almost worn smooth.

But the coach that Brinah had made overpowered the smell that the bonfires were putting off and Cullen could clearly see the enemy lycans and weres hiding amongst the trees as he neared the standing stones. As Cullen and the others cleared the edge of the woods that surrounded the stones his control was nearly defeated. A path between the weres that were surrounding the standing stones opened in front of them. The were-cats grinned at them as they passed, knowing where the advantage here lied. There really wasn't anyone present who believed that the Arnauk could come out of this alive.

Upon seeing the Stonehenge up close, it was much bigger and in perfect rectangles than the ones in our world. It made me wonder who built this place. Each standing stone was seventy meters tall, and each short one on top was fifty meters. Many from the crowd pulled out their cell phones, taking pictures and selfies. Some were writing graffiti on the stones. Strange, there should be someone guarding landmarks like this would’ve stopped them. However, after scanning the base of each standing stone, they were all covered in graffiti as far as any arm might reach. Could it be that there were others already here before we came along?

she said. The Hollow opened in the hillside ahead, a natural depression in the mountain terrain ringed by standing stones that were too precisely placed to be natural. They were old enough that the forest had grown around them and through them. Tree roots embraced the bases of the stones. Moss had softened every carved surface. Whatever symbols had been etched into them at their placing had been worn to suggestion by eight centuries of weather. But they still hummed. Even from here. Even through stone and distance and the years that had passed since anyone consecrated was last here, they still hummed.

The world shifted: shadows lengthened and withdrew as if bowing, small birds rose in a furious cloud, and the stones underfoot hummed. Barbie flew ahead and called back, her voice sharp. “There—by the water. The ward stones. She’s awake enough to stir the ground, but not loose.” She pointed with a glittering hand. In the shallow basin, ancient standing stones had been newly disturbed, faint glyphs burning with a color I’d never seen in my lifetime—cold violet, like bruises made visible.

This is her house now so she needed to get used to all of it's unfamiliarities. Alicia immediately lashed her eyes forward where the Stonehedge towered closer and closer making the distance between them shrink so rapidly. For some reason, Alicia kept having a strange feeling about the hedge. Most especially when the Stonehedge kept glimmering with the that color of a brandishing ancient black crystals which has everything medieval clouded around it. Alicia passed the Stonehedge, the strange stone monoliths silhouetted against the horizon and immediately Alicia paused. Something caught her damned interest. The strange stone only exhibits the strange aura once anyone unfamiliar gets closer to

I asked. A snarl was my answer. But it wasn't long before I saw their forms glide over the open sky of the small town. They were so high up they looked almost like birds in the distance. There's nothing in the Village. But about two miles north of your location there is a set of standing stones. There are fires burning. Drace's voice had an edge to it. I relayed the message. Got everyone moving forward. What do you see? Get there. Now. We'll meet you, Finn said.

Bones instead of fruit hanging from the branches above. "Sable, what was that?" “The forest sees you.” Her voice was steady, but cold. “It remembers your blood.” "My blood or hers?" A pause. Then quiet : “Both.” I shivered. The trees thinned suddenly, just enough for a clearing of standing stones to rise ahead. Pale, monolithic shapes - half-buried, etched with spirals, thorns, and moons. Mist churned at their bases like boiling smoke. The horses balked. All of them. Galen dismounted first, calming his mare with a whisper and firm hand. I followed, then Rylan, the others reluctantly behind. As soon as my feet hit the earth, I felt it vibrate beneath my soles. Like a heartbeat.

“He’s leading us exactly where he wants us to go.” They broke through the narrow pass and entered a clearing unlike any other they had seen. In the center stood an obelisk, tall and narrow, carved from black stone that shimmered faintly even without sunlight. The markings on it were unfamiliar—lines and symbols that pulsed just beneath the surface, alive with something ancient. “What is this?” Selene asked, stepping closer. Aylexelen stood still, his silver eyes unreadable. “An artifact. One of many. The Elders couldn’t destroy it, so they buried it.”