Rolling Stones Novels & Stories

“It is pulling at me. Like fingers inside my chest sorting through pieces.” Rhydian watched closely. “Keep talking. Any pain? Any voices?” A sharp buzz started in my head. “Pain. It is getting stronger. The stones know something is wrong with me.” Suddenly the stones lit up with bright light. Cracks appeared on their surfaces. I stumbled back. “Rhydian, they are shaking. Something is happening.” He rushed forward but stopped at the edge. “Hold on. Do not move.” One stone cracked loud. Then another. The whole circle started breaking apart. Shards flew in every direction. I covered my head as pieces rained down.

He picked up two carved stones, one is black and the other is silver. He placed the black stone over Harlan's pack and the silver one over Moonfall city. "Two Alphas." He slowly pushed both stones closer. "Both proud." He pushed both closer again, "Both stubborn.” He did the same thing again, "Both willing to kill." The stones finally touched and he smiled. "Good.” I watched quietly. "They'll destroy each other and while they're busy..." He gently placed another stone directly over Moonfall. "We'll take what's left."

I kicked the anchor stone with all my might, using a heavy branch to pry it loose. “Get down!” I yelled. With a deafening roar, the massive pile of boulders collapsed. Tons of heavy rock and dirt came crashing down, completely sealing the canyon pathway with a cloud of dust. The muffled, frustrated howling of the rogues echoed from the other side, unable to breach the solid wall of stone.

I tried to destroy the rock by pushing it many times it takes hours but the rock is slowly pushing away and in a final push *crack* "HHUUPPP!!!" *BAG* I slowly crawl out and witness where am i there is a lot of gravestones that are carved or inserted at the wall *WAAAAA* *HEEEELLLP!!!** **RRROOAAARRRRR* **GRRRROOU* and a horrifying scene takes place right before my eyes there's this man feasting the body of the person lying on the ground

"Not only do you need to circulate the attribute in your body, but you also need to inject it into the stone for the attack to materialize." Rudy nodded as he stared right at the 33 stones. These stones were about the height of half a person, and all of them were colored like dust. On the stones were red-colored runes that covered the stones. The center of the Projne Area had the stones, while the eastern side was called the eastern area where countless warriors were gathered. The warriors that had walked with them earlier had all headed in that direction as well.

He said. I was about to protest, but he cut me off by kissing me. When he released, I smiled at him. “It is so easy to rile you up, Mr.Stone.” I said teasing him. “Hey, you didn’t answer your friend’s question.” he suddenly said. “What question?” I asked him. “The question is ‘Is melting Stone difficult or easy?’. So what is your answer?” He asked me. I smiled and said, “It is easier than making a coffee.” caressing his cheek.

I was broken out of my trance as a line started to form in the middle of the wolf's face, splitting right down the middle and spreading throughout his entire body, branching off and creating more cracks and holes in the once solid concrete. I stumbled back in surprise, "Liza!" I shouted for the raven-haired Latino, my eyes not once leaving the statue that seemed to be crumbling away. My heart sang its nervousness as it waited for something. What? I had no idea. "I'm over here!" Liza shouted back from a few rows away, her body out of sight. "I'm coming." My breathing hitched in my throat as I viewed the chestnut brown fur that sprouted from the leg that had cement crumbling away from it.

"Crack!" "Crack!" The sound of stones shattering could be heard. Following that, shattered rocks began to fall from the statues like apples being peeled. "No!" The Spirit-devouring King roared with grief and indignation, trying to stop the statue of the Spirit-eating Beast from collapsing. Unfortunately!

“She said the stones listen better when they’re sung to.” Ethan raised an eyebrow. “So, we sing?” “No,” she replied. “We listen.” They obeyed. Silence fell, deeper than before. A wind swept through the glade, curling around the stones, stirring loose leaves and strands of hair. Then, a low hum. It vibrated beneath their feet. The ground thrummed softly far below the surface. And within it… words. “Flame… Gate… Blood…” The stones flashed once, hard enough to send everyone a step back.

I quickly moved backward across the bed, kicking my legs in fear as I tried to get away from the strange stone. The heavy stone slipped from my numb fingers and fell onto the floor with a loud sound. I stared at it, waiting for something to happen. But it did not break. It did not melt or leak. It simply lay there on the carpet, looking like a real piece of dark mountain rock. I scrambled off the bed, my bare feet touching the cold floor as I backed away until my back hit the wall. I slowly slid down onto the floor and pulled my knees tightly against my chest.