Rolling Stones Novels & Stories

I arrived at the place where Legolas was dictating. This three big stones was a soothing grey, the kind that, even on misty days, exudes permanence. They're weird and ancient, with thousands of mysteries tucked away around their edges and on their surface. I can touch and feel, but I will never be able to explain how and why all of these magnificent structures were shaped in the way they were thousands of years ago. The stone's top has been sheered off, revealing two three-foot-square holes that run all the way down to the bottom. As I moved towards it, down was the river, the five different colors were visible to me. I could barely see the hues glowing because to the moon's brilliant light.

I lean closer, squinting at the stone. The crack runs vertically between two blocks. Too straight to be natural. My pulse quickens. “No way…” I press my palm against the stone and push. Nothing. I try again, harder. Still nothing. Then I notice a slight indentation near the bottom edge. A handhold. I wedge my fingers into it and pull. The stone shifts. Just slightly. My eyes widen. “Well, hello.” With a stronger tug, the entire slab grinds inward with a low groaning sound.

Raymond wanted to "Why don't we start?" Bri gave a wink and started to walk towards the stones, which are about the same size as normal rocks but are incredibly heavy. . . . ….

The rhythmic, wet sound of stone grinding against stone—*ga-chi, ga-chi*—subsided into a crushing, airless silence. Leo’s fingers, once small and capable of fisting into the silk of my blazer, were now rigid spikes of gold-veined obsidian. They remained frozen mere inches from my own quartz hand, reaching for an anchor that had already become the bedrock.

I watched his body collapse and slowly dry out and turn into an old creature almost bone and skin only when he was exactly laying on the ground. The guy walks slowly to the monster and he picks something shiny. Wait... "Is that a piece of stone?" I ask the guy to put it inside of a small box and nod at me. "We are gathering the stones that come into the wrong places cause it would cause catastrophe everywhere if we didn't do it." I just nod, After a second I pick up the girl and I carry her outside of the room but before we could step outside of the said room the whole place shakes and the ceiling is slowly falling on the ground.

I stood on my feet, keeping my shoulders wide apart, keeping my arms by my side as he instructed. I nodded once. “I’m ready.” The first stone hit the ground two feet to my right. It cracked loudly against another rock, the echo splitting the silence like thunder. I flinched, moving just a little. Ryan’s voice rang out. “Again.”he barely finished talking when I felt another stone. This one flew past my left shoulder and smacked the ground behind me. I shifted slightly, just slightly again. “Again.” His voice rang out again. He continued, throwing stones with speed and strength, but never at me.

The minnows in the pool stop zipping from side to side and move in lazy zigzags instead. Mother drops a small rock into the pond. “This represents you and your spirit’s journey. Here is what happens with each spirit you come to know throughout your journey.” She bends down and picks up a handful of rocks and throws them in the air. They move at regular speed until they reach the surface of the water, then they slow down, making their ripples move like thick, clear sauce. They criss-cross and break against each other. Some get swallowed by larger rings while others are the ones overtaking the surrounding ripples. The ripples from my rock seem to absorb everything as it spreads out.

It took him so long before he drifted into a deep sleep filled with fiery nightmares. ❇❇❇ Thunder roared and the world turned white for a second when a bolt of lightning struck the ground. The steep slope of the mountain was making it harder for him to get away as it was already eroded and rocks were falling down from afar. Looking back, he could see the flicker of torches the darkened soldiers were carrying.

Every stone is clearly marked, and a small bet on pleasure and a big bet on injury. There is a knife with a million dollars, and there is also a knife with a ruin. 'Such a stone should cost 200,000?' Anna Garcia looked at the stone hit by the volleyball in her hand like a ghost and felt frightened. 'You can choose a small one to play with.' KrisTinaen Oliver reached out and touched a stone, and her casual approach was completely a layman. Shen Yu is weird and doesn't mean to choose. 'There's jade out there!'

“MORE STONES! KEEP THEM BACK!” Crescent Moon warriors obeyed in frantic desperation. They hauled massive rocks with shaking arms, several men straining together just to lift one. Sweat poured down their faces. Muscles trembled. Hands slipped. Still, they heaved and released, again and again, sending destruction screaming down from the walls. Stone after stone fell. A boulder smashed into the advancing line, throwing men aside. Another exploded against the ground, sending pieces tearing through flesh. Yet still… The Crimson Blood Pack advanced.