Rough Stone Rolling Novels & Stories

Lin Ming washed the stone with river water and after hesitating for a while, he took out an ax and used its sharp end to hit the stone cube, but the cube remained intact without any scratch. But this was to be expected. The fact that the stone remained intact after Jin Bai Shan and Jia Xuan swallowed it meant that it was incredibly durable. Lin Ming gradually increased the strength of his blows, and in the end, he struck with all his might, But the cube didn't scratch so Lin Minghu was stunned. He expected the stone to be durable, but not to that degree Who made this thing?

I shouted to Sophia and Alex, motioning towards the boulder. With a concerted effort, we threw our weight against the massive rock, straining against its bulk as we fought to dislodge it from its precarious perch. Slowly but surely, it began to move, inching closer and closer to the edge of the ravine. As the creature closed in on us, its hot breath sending shivers down my spine, I braced myself for the final push. With a collective grunt of effort, we sent the boulder tumbling over the edge, watching with bated breath as it crashed down into the ravine below.

“Your turn.” I raise an eyebrow. “We’ve gone from swinging blades to throwing rocks now?” Maggi says nothing, and I take that as my cue to just throw. I stand on my feet and feel the stone in my hand. It's light. Yet, I feel the need to throw it with all my might… with my instincts and unrestrained rage towards everything that's going on in my life right now. I take a deep breath and throw the stone. The air shifts. The stone whistles through the darkness like lightning and goes through the tree. The sound it makes is like thunder during a storm. The tree makes a sound… then cracks at the base and crashes to the ground in a cloud of dust.

She can't be the reason he loses his crown. Instead of the whistle, Juniper grabs a handful of dirt and the jagged Moon-Stone. As the rogue leaps, she doesn't shrink away. She thrusts the glowing stone forward. The moment the stone makes contact with the rogue’s chest, a blinding flash of white-violet light explodes. The rogue yelps, a sound of pure shock, and is thrown backward by an invisible force. The forest itself seems to groan, the branches of a nearby oak tree whipping down to block the other rogues from reaching her.

Nothing for a long moment. “What do you think you’re doing?” Selene scoffed. “That won’t work.” She continued but I was too busy to give her the attention she wanted. I pushed down on the branch further, saying silent prayers that it won’t snap into two and then there was a low grinding sound from deep in the rock. And then a shift, gradual and then immediately, and like a miracle, the boulder rolled away; not completely, just far enough to create a gap along the right edge of the pass.

His voice was a low rumble, vibrating with a power that made the very air feel heavy. He didn't shift. He didn't even growl. He simply drew his arm back. With a sudden, explosive snap of his wrist, he launched the stone. It didn't fly like a normal pebble; it moved like a bullet, a blur of grey light that whistled through the air. CRACK.

A natural one. Old stone, worn smooth by — not weather, not erosion in the conventional sense. By something that has been moving through it. By the frequency. By the specific movement of the city's anchor system through the geological formation at this point on the ridge, the way water shapes stone, slowly, completely, over a very long time. The floor is warm. Not from the sun. Rael crouches at the floor's edge. He puts his hand on the stone. He looks at me.

He had found something spectacular! He simply walked right up to Mr. Graham and showed him the stone again. "It rolled right in front of me and I knew at once that I'm looking at Painute. It is one of the rarest stones in the world." He turned back to look at Lucas, "I'm amazed at how you were able to get your hands on such." turning back to Mr. Graham who was now speechless, he said, "One gram can reach a million and this is a whole stone!"

My arms scream in protest but I ignore it. I see a little path forming, a tight squeeze but I can fit. Moving one last crate with tired muscles to make this possible I set it down and allow myself a small break, a very small break. After two seconds I get down on my stomach and army crawl backward so my feet will reach the small basement window first.

I called back through my canvas dust mask, my voice hoarse, dry, and stripped of every trace of its old, commanding arrogance. I drove my heavy iron pry bar deep into a fractured seam of limestone, planting my boots firmly into the stone as I threw my entire weight onto the lever. The rock cracked open with a sharp, echoing snap, breaking into manageable fifty-pound chunks. Without pausing to wipe the sweat from my brow, I tossed the iron bar aside, bent my knees, and began heaving the rough, heavy stones onto the moving rubber conveyor belt.