Rough Stone Rolling Novels & Stories

It was a path so steep that even our best scouts considered it a suicide mission in the autumn rains. But Moon Stone was born of these rocks. We didn't just know the trails, we knew the rhythm of the mountain’s breath. We had wrapped the wagon wheels in thick, oily burlap to muffle the sound of wood on stone. The horses’ harness bells had been removed, and their hooves were padded with wool and leather.

“Circle in! We finish the sacrifice before they—” “I’m not a sacrifice,” Rin snapped louder than she’d meant to. She planted her bare, blood‑slick foot on one of the last intact focus stones at the southern point. The little monolith had been hammered into place with almost reverent care, its sides painstakingly carved. She kicked it. The impact jarred all the way up her leg. Pain flashed white. The stone rocked, wobbled. Not enough. She snarled and kicked again, putting all the fury and terror and stubborn defiance in her body behind it.

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.

He seizes them narrowing his eyes as if trying to aim at something. "Be attentive and intercept them!" Without further notice, he throws the stones into the river. They ricochet on the surface before sinking to the bottom. I miss the first, to stunned to make the slightest gesture, but his mocking air makes me competitive. I concentrate on the stones. It's not easy, the stones ricochet fast. I nevertheless manage to use my power as I wanted and grabs hold of one of the pebbles. Unsucceeded even for a brief moment, in making it levitate it on the surface of the water.

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

"With the children!" I pressed my hands against the fallen rocks, feeling the weight, the support. There was no way to dig through without causing another fall. The dark lines on my skin pulsed, and suddenly I knew what to do. I placed both hands flat against the largest boulder and let the curse flow through me, into the stone. The rock cracked, then split apart. Not crumbling, but breaking into perfect halves that rolled aside, leaving an opening. Gasps rose from the pack members watching.

His palm delivered three consecutive strikes to the giant rock. Crack! Shatter... With the first strike, the giant rock cracked open. With the second strike, the rock shattered into countless fragments and fell to the ground. With the third strike, the numerous fragments turned into powder and fell like flour. “Hm.” Norvin himself let out a muffled hum as he fell from mid-air. He stumbled a few steps but ultimately stabilized himself. “Continue.” He looked at Andrius and ordered without changing his expression, letting the dust from the shattered rocks fall over him.

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.

Danica smiled at him. “Miss me?” He said playfully as he began walking on the glowing rocks. “Yes.” She said her breath catching in her throat as he tried to control her breathing from being panicked about him crossing. As he got to her the bag shifted slightly a small amount of little pebbles spilled out of the bag. Danica inside twisted in on themselves as she watched the pebbles fall in slow motion onto the dark ash rocks. She watched the pebbles bounce and skip across the surface. It was as if the only sound in the room was the cracking of the ash rock platform. Her eyes widened as she saw the surface around them begin to crack and creek like ice on a frozen lake.

He touches my forehead, and it scares me as his hand seems to burn my skin, I pull away, looks straight ahead. — So... What... What is this stone? — I ask, stuttering, looking at that huge boulder in front of us, and trying not to think about the tension that wants to seize me. Raúl seems to want to provoke me, and he puts his arm on the back of my seat. — They call it the Witches' Stone. It is one of the few vestiges of the Ice Age. — Why do you have that name? You said there was a story about her...