Oblivion Standing Stones の小説・ストーリー

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—

I could still see the pain in her eyes when I commanded her to stay back in case the Outlanders tried anything funny. She was one of my best soldiers. "It's still surprising that the Outlanders occupied that forgotten forest of Persia. I mean, I thought it was long destroyed. Just stories of history," Vivian murmured as she shook her head. "And that was why they seemed fucking untraceable," I hissed slowly. "With a being as old as the Demon Alpha with us," Corvin added with a grim smile, "anything was possible." Vivian and a few others smiled lightly. "My job is to make them visible," she said. "When this stone is activated, you can see them within five square metres. Stay behind me and don'

"To corrupt you, Neriah, and destroy the Lycan bloodline. With your power as the Moonwhisperer, you can easily access the powers of the standing stone…" "The standing stone?" I asked. Was it Thames or Corvus who had mentioned the standing stone, and I was hearing it again? There must be something of great importance attached to it. "Yes!" Rian nodded. "The standing stone has the power to bring to life whatever is dead, and although we do not know why he wants to do that, your powers as a Moonwhisperer, guardian of our world with the fate of the stars, would enable him to explore the full extent of the powers of the standing stone."

"It was familiar, you see. A echo of something once known." "A echo of me." The smile grew on Draven's face killed. "The gods consider themselves so clever, having their new hero take up where the one they rejected has left off. But they erred in one place." He had investigated as far as he could into the encampment, where his territory ended with an encircling row of standing stones, the demarcation between his territory and the neutral ground beyond. The stones bore inscriptions that it was agony to view directly, binding spells inscribed in languages older than man. In the center of the circle, three forest spirits contorted in cages of shadow and misery, their forms fluking manward and b

⸻ Hours later, they reached the Obsidian Hollow. It wasn’t much to see at first—just a sunken ruin at the center of a moss-covered clearing. The ground was scorched in a perfect circle around it, as if fire had erupted from beneath the soil and licked the sky. A ring of ancient stones circled the ruin. Symbols etched into them pulsed with dying ward-light. Lyra stepped up to one and felt it tremble beneath her touch. “These wards were meant to hold something in,” she said. Kael crouched beside one of the fallen stones. “They failed.”

“Plus, they guide me.” Ducking under a branch and stepping over a fallen tree, they stepped into a clearing. The grass was lush and green, mixed with wild flowers, clover and ivy. In the center of the clearing was a circle of rough-cut stones. The smallest was around eight feet tall, the tallest around twelve. Inside the larger circle were smaller stones that were smooth and carved with intricate knot work. Nessie led him into the center of the circle and turned to face him. The air around them vibrated and he could hear a low hum that seemed to come from the stones themselves.

“What if it does more than reject me? What if it tries to rip Elio out and I do not survive?” He slowed his pace. “We have to try. The elders say these stones judge purity of blood and soul. If you carry both, they will react.” We reached the circle of tall standing stones. They hummed with old power. I felt it in my bones right away. “They feel alive. Like they are watching me.” Rhydian placed a hand on the nearest stone. “Step into the center. I will stay right here. Tell me what you feel.” I walked into the middle of the circle. The ground felt warmer under my feet. “It is pulling at me. Like fingers inside my chest sorting through pieces.”

Vestra, gruff as ever, allowed an elderly healer to tend to a wound she had been hiding for days. Aria stayed close to Lira, the urn never far from her side. Together, they accepted the well-wishes of the western wolves and prepared for the evening's ceremony. As the sun began to set, painting the valley in shades of amber and rose, Mera led them to a hilltop at the edge of the village. It was a place of ceremony — a circle of standing stones, ancient and weathered, their surfaces carved with runes that predated the Clans. The western wolves gathered in a ring around the stones, and Lira's pack filled the spaces between them. The evening air was cool and clean, carrying the scent of wildflow