Rough Stone Rolling Novels & Stories

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...

The boulder is slanted and fortunately there is soil beneath it. I'm used to using water magic, with my little remaining magic energy I tried to turn the ground into mud. The stone immediately slipped when I turned the soil into mud. Stupid me, it's true that the rock slipped, but my position was still under it. On a spontaneous reflex, I jumped without further thought. My hand that was holding the kitten hit the rock and my body rolled to the edge of the cliff. Bruukkk.. "Ahhhhkkk!!" The troll was crushed by the boulder that rolled earlier, he was immediately slammed to the ground along with the boulder that was pushing him. His body was immediately crushed by the pressure of the rock and a

The sound of metal against stone echoed through the quiet night, punctuated by the occasional crackle of the fire. Gasher's face was set in a determined expression as he worked, his eyes focused on the blade in his hand. He moved the knife back and forth against the stone, each pass honing the edge a little bit more. The sparks that flew from the blade with each stroke illuminated his features for a brief moment before fading back into darkness.

And just maybe the woman was somewhere here laughing her ass off because she fell for her tricks. But then suddenly, the ground shook again, dragging her out of her thoughts. This time it shook in a different way. Not forcefully or brutally like the first time. It was low, and solid—like a rumbling vibration from beneath the Junajuz Stone. Instead of emitting energy to destroy, the energy of the stone sucked back inward, like it was pulling back into itself. Everyone froze. Even the fighting stopped for an instant. Slowly, the humming died down until it was completely dead.

I get my hands under the edge of the stone gate, Iron River Scripture pushing through my arms and back and legs, and lift. It's the hardest thing I've done physically. The stone is not just heavy — it has formation-weight, additional mass from the ancient constructions, resistance that pushes back against my Ki actively. I get it three inches off the ground. "Move," I grunt. "Now." Scrambling sounds. The hand disappears. Then feet, then legs, then a full person dragging themselves clear with impressive speed for someone who's been pinned under a stone gate for two to three days. I drop it. The impact shakes the chamber floor.

“You should’ve been stronger.” I gripped the counter, knuckles white. “Pull yourself together, Aurora,” I whispered to the mirror, voice shaking. “You can’t keep falling apart.” But the thing was—I already had. The sobs came again, this time silent and shaking. I slid down to the floor, cold tile against my knees, clutching my stomach like I could still protect what was gone. For the first time, I didn’t try to stop crying. I just let it come—loud, broken, messy. Let it echo through the empty bathroom until even my voice gave up.

My muscles strain as I push, the rough surface scraping against my palms. It doesn’t budge at first, but I don’t let up. Gritting my teeth, I throw my full weight into it, growling low as I channel every ounce of strength I have. Finally, the stone groans, shifting slightly. I push harder, the sound echoing around me as it scrapes across the ground. With one last burst of effort, it moves, sliding to the side and revealing the cave’s dark entrance.

While Bob goes for more stones I pick one of the imperial rocks up and hit it against a normal stone. I'm pleased with the result, while the imperial stone retains its shape, the other one broke easily. After experimenting with the imperial stone for a while, I realize that it is very difficult to break, even hitting two imperial stones against each other doesn't seem to work. So, instead of doing the same thing over and over like a caveman, I start scraping it against a huge rock that just happened to be nearby.