Rolling Stones Novels & Stories

Grasis took a deep breath, pointed to the rocks in her hands, and looked at the rocks around him. He carefully looked at the rocks and then, leaning forward with his hands, picked up two rocks and picked them up from different places, while Ayla had now stopped hitting the rocks and was noticing his movements. "Stones must be something like this like Smooth." Grasis was holding two smooth shining stones, now he was twirling them in his hand, then he started touching them with full force, touching each other. Ayla was just sitting there. After repeating the same process five to six times, Grasis suddenly appeared from the rocks with lightning speed and brought the rocks close to the nearby gr

The twin boulders toppled from their perch and began rolling down the mountainside, picking up speed and dislodging many other, smaller rocks along the way. *It's started!!!* I called out to my Pack. *Begin your approach, and be careful! We hit them hard, we hit them fast!* And with that, I began to Shift.

Eira’s index finger tapped gently against the center of the boulder. Pop. A soft, almost inaudible sound. Like pricking a bubble with a pin. Eira pulled her hand back and landed lightly on her feet. The boulder looked completely intact. A gust of wind blew through the coliseum, carrying ice shards with it. CRUMBLE. The seemingly unbreakable boulder dissolved into a cloud of fine dust, scattered by the wind. The silver needle had shredded its internal structure from the inside out. Old Tom stared at the drifting stone dust, his cloudy eyes wide with shock.

As the lump of swantles swings its massive arms, it shakes the pathway, causing some stone and even sand to fall. "Wait, sand?" I look again and see some sand raining down from above us. "Keep them right there," I shout, raising both my crossbows and firing as many bolts as I can into the ceiling. The bolts stick to the ceiling, in between the cracks in the stones. Some stones actually coming out, I look toward the flaming sword. "Quickly," I say, hitting the boy on his shoulder. "Stab the stone that is falling out! Stab it and push it out!"

The others also tense and lower their heads as they feel bloodlust from so close behind them. ".-." *CRACK* *SHATTER* *thump* *thump* *thump* Lifting his head he sees a hand size piece of rock being tossed in the air as if He was contemplating something. *Toss* The rock go up. As the rock descends *TWACK* He flicks it with his finger just right. It curve's and flies between the standing ones and barely missing the heads of the ones kneeling as a whistling could be heard before it impacts my chest before I could react.

“But pray to the Goddess that whatever it is keeps moving.” He wanted me to keep moving? Oh, I could do that. I wouldn’t mind. I moved to stand in front of the door, knowing that they wouldn’t be able to see me in the absolute darkness that invaded every inch of the catacombs. I dragged my claws over the bars, letting them clank loudly, while growling lightly. I kept scratching and emitting little sounds until she was full-on hysterically sobbing as she clung to Anton, who was doing his best to comfort her while also simultaneously trying to see exactly what was watching them.

Millions of stones and stout icicle-like masses hanging from above us had currently begun to crumble with speed. The vibrations were too surreal, and everything was happening too fast. My body and all that inhabited the grounds mirrored the lasting tremors from the blast that the land still faced. I watched her legs sway in unison but suddenly, I quickly noticed a frightful looking stalacmite begin its journey in falling. I shot up speedily, grabbing her waist and pulling her to the floor with me. In succession to a number of rolls done by us to ward of danger, the icicle-like limestone mass met the ground with its sharp killer edge piercing through what would have been our skins.

But then they realize something. They are running to where they believe is not raining stones. But it's like they are actually not leaving the spot they are currently on. They realize it's the same rocks they are stepping on every time. Took some time to realize that because even with their faces downcast to shield them from the stones and see where they are stepping, they were a bit confused by everything. So they stop running and try to see clearly what is going on. Modei collects the iced stones and force them in his water bag. The rest try to not get hit in the face while they 'eat' the stones.

That crystal was picked up by the man in white with his sword. Meanwhile, the golem rapidly disintegrated and soon broke into a pile of rocks after losing the crystal’s support. As the golem was eliminated by the man in white, a rumbling sound could be heard in their surroundings. The seemingly alive rocks began to roll down the mountain. Dense cracks started to form on the surface of some of the rocks. A few moments later, this terrifying rock formation turned into a dead formation.

The surfaces of the slabs were covered in moss, and their edges were inscribed with blurry runes, clearly having existed for many years. In the center of the bluestone slabs lay a gray-black rock half as tall as a person. Its surface was rough and weathered, indistinguishable from the surrounding rocks at first glance. But on closer inspection, a faint red glow could be seen leaking from beneath the rock—the sign of energy escaping from the core of the formation. Elijah circled the rock twice, his little brows furrowing as if pondering how to move the large stone. He reached out his chubby little hand and pressed it against the rock's surface, taking a deep breath. His small belly puffed out