Oblivion Standing Stones Novels & Stories

Toward Lorren. In the Hollow, the bloomfield had not returned to normal. Instead, its form had shifted subtly, but unmistakably. The strands now arched like limbs toward a center that hadn’t been there before a small depression in the soil, not created by any of them. At its heart was a smooth black stone. Oru knelt beside it. “That wasn’t here yesterday.” “No,” Siran said, staring at it. “It wasn’t.” Jaryth approached slowly. “It’s not stone,” he said after a moment. “Look closely.”

Vines bloomed with luminescent flowers, twisting around murals depicting the original Thorned Circle — a woman bearing a child of light, three men crowned with thorns, battling the Hollow. “This is where the Rooks prepared their last stand,” Seraphina said reverently. In the center stood an ancient altar — and behind it, a massive obsidian obelisk, pulsing faintly. Petrov exhaled. “That thing is humming in my bones.” “It’s the Tether Stone,” Malthea explained. “This was where they severed part of the Hollow King’s anchor in the first war.” Bain stepped forward. “Can we use it?” Seraphina nodded, though her face was grim. “Yes. But it comes at great risk.”

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.

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.

My eyes squint, my body moving closer as I notice a gold circle at the position of her heart. Against my better judgement, and knowing the walls are laced with wolfsbane, I press it. Nothing…. until I hear movement of stone floor tiles behind me, the ground opening up and some kind of rock lifting out. It was like something out of a neolithic time period…similar to the large stones humans used to bury their dead during the stone age. It was angled at 45 degrees; metal large hoops poorly drilled into the sides….as words littered the body of the stone. Words that I do not understand…they do not even look

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.

Disappear into thin air—that was the work of the teleportation wards. We reached the ring of standing stones, hidden from mere eyes. They were dull and cracked, but the markings carved into them still thrummed faintly when I stepped close. Darius crouched to inspect one of them, his hand brushing over the surface. "These aren't ordinary," he said. "Whoever made them, bound a lot of power here." I didn't answer. Instead, I moved hastily into the circle's center, murmuring the words under my breath. The air folded, the ground hummed, and then the world snapped in on itself—