Red Stone With Black Veins Novels & Stories

"Grace, selling this kind of stone for 3,000 dollars is too much!" Grace, who was busy selecting stones herself, did not look up. "Bad luck isn't my fault. Don't blame my stones!" She then signaled to one of her assistants, who discreetly retrieved a few marked stones from the back and mixed them into a pile. Creevey, after a moment, tossed the cut stone aside and prepared to leave. "Forget it. I've made 100,000 from Grace today. Losing 20,000 is just a commission." As Creevey left, Chad picked up one-half of the discarded stone and examined it closely. Through his Clairvoyant Eye, he saw that it emitted a pure flame-like red hue, indicating high quality. "I'll take this one!" he declared.

The sight before us made my breath lock in my throat. The fifty-foot golden quartz crystal at the center of the cavern, the ancient heartstone that held Blackthorn Valley together, was encased in a thick, pulsating web of black frost. Thick, unnatural tendrils rooted deep in the stone floor were pumping a murky, pale fluid directly into the crystal's core, turning its radiant golden light into a dim, malignant purple.

Symbols in old blood circled the floor, and bones, actual bones, were stacked in the corners like offerings. The very air tasted unnatural. Like metal and burnt herbs. Just then, something happened. Out of the blues. From the center of the shrine, the stone floor cracked. Hairline fractures pulsed outward in radiant lines as something ancient and immense stirred beneath. With a grinding moan, the ground split open. From the breach, a dark, jagged structure began to rise - slow, deliberate, inevitable. It was made of a black stone marbled with veins of crimson light, like lava frozen in agony.

Picture the realm like a breathing thing, its veins blocked, arms left out. A flicker starts inside my head. Not some grand prediction, nothing like that. Instead, echoes come - Gareth’s rough voice naming troubles, Mara letting out those steady breaths when things get heavy. I pick up the black stone. Southward, a ring forms beneath my hand. This spot holds every coin, each piece drawn inward, stacked high where rulers stay and dole it out without moving beyond these walls. Threads stretch outward from the center toward distant regions - narrow, winding paths that crawl like tired rivers. They carry too little, arrive late, robbed along the way

Alex and Uri then go to a "blue" road. It is called "blue" because both sides of the road and the ground are paved with a blue stone that Uri does not know the name of them. It has a rather dark blue color, quite similar to sapphire. Sometimes the wall surface will be reflective, flashing light streaks, seen as very eye-catching. Because the stones gave off blue light, this road without lights could still see the way. Uri felt like he was lost in a fairy-tale world. He never thought that in real life there would be such beautiful architecture, let alone this underground, not to mention the area of kidnappers.

, Claude breathed. We all had the same thing circulating in our head. "It was laced with the tiger's eye and the red jasper stone in the right mix", I said it out. That was what we had all been thinking. "This means, there is a living breathing mole in the vampire circle." "Emphasis on the breathing". "Fuck", Claude muttered and everyone straightened up as my anger grew. "This also means that they have somehow perfected the mix of the stones, Jacob", Sydney surmised, her eyes wide.

Heart thumping, I take a peek into this curious box. A map. Two bits of claws. A set of fangs. A dirty rag. A letter, looking to be stamped, but ripped apart. I growl at the waste of time, and grip it hard to throw it outside the window. And a stone. I squint at the square depths, and reach down to move the rag. A stone, but no ordinary one. It emits a glow, a spectrum of colours ranging from yellow and green to blue and darker violet, and back again as it catches the light.

“It is useless! Your pagan songs have no power here! This is the edge of nothing! The end of all things!” He was wrong. The black stone began to warm under Liora’s hands. A tiny crack appeared in its smooth surface, and from the crack, a thread of light emerged. It was not gold, not silver. It was the color of a newborn star, of life itself, a soft, vibrant green. The single, sad note from within the stone wavered. Another note joined it, hesitant at first, then stronger. It was Liora’s note. Her ragged, human song was being answered.

Alex then got Azure and other people with large machines to dig, and they dug out this well. This was because William and the others caused the previous entrance and exit to collapse the last time they were there. They could only go down to the tomb from somewhere else. "Brother Alex, Fleur, when the pile driver was used for this deep well, it cannot be driven down below the slab of green stone, because that slab of green stone is very hard. Even a cutting machine cannot cut it into half, nor leave a mark. It is harder than diamond." Azure said. Susan said, "That piece is the dragon stone. After our initial identification, it is most likely an extraterrestrial meteorite containing elements t

Unable to adapt in time, Hana flew upwards to try to descend below. Exchange stones are fiery red stones located in the crater. It has the purest transparency of all rocks, so Hana ranks it among the hardest to find. Each crater erupted; the red lava column was seething with no end. Hana lamented in her heart; despite the phoenix fire protecting her, Hana couldn't stand the hot temperatures of an entire volcanic land like this.