Rough Stone Rolling Novels & Stories

We both watched as the stone continued to crack. “Is that normal?” I asked Serena. “It is! Oh I am so excited. I can finally see my old friend!” There was a loud crash as the stones crumbled, creating a huge cloud of dust and smoke around us. We all watched as a red headed man fell along with the rubble. He shook his head and rubbed his neck.

Soon, a rumbling sound came from halfway up the mountain. Mask and Jessica turned their heads together subconsciously, only to see a few big rocks rolling down from the mountain. Mask reacted faster. He grabbed Jessica's hand and began to run. The rumbling sound behind them got closer and closer. The inertia of the rocks and the slope of the mountain made the speed of the rocks far exceeded that at which Mask and Jessica could run. Before Jessica could run far, the falling rocks roared and lunged at them. The rocks almost smashed onto them.

There were tens of thousands of stones in the area for the lowest class, and their prices ranged from within a hundred; the stones in the middle class cost a few thousand, and there were thousands of pieces available for picking; lastly, there were only a few thousand pieces of high-end rocks and they cost tens of thousands. Technically speaking, the rocks of the lowest class looked almost identical to ordinary rocks, so the chances of them containing jadeite were extremely rare. Meanwhile, the high-end rocks had smooth surfaces and rounder shapes. Though they had a higher chance of containing jadeites, it was unlikely that they contained supreme quality jadeites such as the cream-clear ones

I grabbed the first stone I could get my hands on and threw it right at him, clearly not expecting it; the little palm-sized rock hit him right between its eyes. He grunted and shook his head. I took the opportunity to grab new stones, and I hurled them all at him, one after the other, faster and faster. Most of them reached their attended target, but unfortunately, it didn’t seem they did much more than irritate and confuse him. A heavier stone hit him right over the eye and then one on the snout; a little yelp left the beast before he bared his teeth and snarled at me. He hunched down before he leaped, but this time, I rolled forward beneath him, and he missed me once more. But he jumped s

My teeth rattled against each other in a rhythmic, mechanical stutter. A low-frequency vibration began in the stone. It was a deep, subsonic drone that I felt in my feet before my ears. Each cycle sent tremors through my teeth. The stone groaned—a heavy, grinding sound of molecular failure. Dust rained down, coating my hair and sticking to the sweat on my neck. "Clear the hole!" I roared. My heart was racing, a frantic thud-thud in my ears. "Pull back!" We scrambled backward. The grit was abrasive under my palms as we climbed the tunnel entrance. We cleared the lip just as the physics took over.

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.

The stronger the Breath, the higher the quality of the rough stone. “This is not bad.” Thomas casually threw a rough stone into the basket. Bobby and other staff looked at each other, and they did not understand what technique Thomas used. It seemed that he did not carefully observe the rough stone, and he also did not use any special method. He just went forward and took a look. Could he distinguish between the good and bad rough stone like that? No matter how they looked at him, he looked like he was just mystifying. “This is also not bad.” Thomas picked another again.

Despite his speed, she hadn’t heard even a whisper of his passage through the trees. She barely had time to fire a few energy bolts at the boulder before Rave returned, carrying a rock that was as different from the first one as it could be. The original stone was roundish in shape, and since it had come from the middle of a stream, the flowing water had smoothed all its surfaces and edges. Rave’s rock was rectangular, filled with angles and sharp edges. It was also dark gray in color, as opposed to the earthy brown hue of the first one.

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.

No, thank you. I move slowly, inch by inch. My arms burn like fire because I am holding onto the stone teeth with all my strength. This stuff looks so easy when the older wolves tell stories around the campfires. At least the mountain stone is rough, so my fingers do not slip. If it were smooth, I would fall and break into pieces. I crawl a little bit more.