Rough Stone Rolling Novels & Stories

It was the same stone, perhaps, that the boy in the cavern had dropped, or one of the stones from the mosaic floor of the corridor, or a piece of the riverbed itself, worn smooth by centuries of forgetting. "The ritual is simple. You hold the stone. You speak the truth into the water. And you do not let go. The river will try to take the stone. It will try to take your hand. It will try to take your name. Do not let go." Eva took the stone. It was cold, heavier than it looked, and it seemed to vibrate with a rhythm that matched the pulse in her throat. She knelt at the edge of the platform, where the water moved beneath the broken concrete, and she lowered her hand into the current.

Before I could talk myself out of it, I found myself stepping closer to the door. I grabbed the metal handle and yanked it, but it didn't budge. It was locked tight from the outside. I looked down in frustration and noticed a large jagged stone near the wall. I bent down, hauled the stone up with both hands, and smashed it down hard against the metal lock. A loud clanging sound echoed through the rain, but the lock held. I lifted the stone again, gritting my teeth, and slammed it down a second time And a third. After hitting it a few more times, the metal finally cracked apart and dropped into the mud.

he says pulling me harder this time, but the only way I'm going back would be fighting tooth and nail. "I said nooo!" I scream scratching him with my nails, they seemed to be stronger and longer. "That's it you little brat" Keiran says pinning both of my hands without any trouble, all along he's been going slow on me but now he had both of my hands behind my back. "Let me go! Let me go" I yell, if my hands were tight, I'd fight with my feets now, kicking everywhere. "The hard way it is" Keiran says landing a slap to my bum, what's wrong with these hell creatures!

Baby Robbie's eyes lit up as he grabbed a loudspeaker, calling out at the top of his voice like a street performer. "Look over here. We’re having a clearance sale for our rough stones today. Seize the opportunity and grab the best deals for these rare rough stones.” Soon, a group of people gathered around and started asking with great interest, “What’s the clearance price for them?” Baby Robbie said, "These inferior rough stones will cost 400,000 per piece. There are only 60 pieces, so there will be no more once they’re all sold out.” "400,000? That’s much cheaper than usual."

It took another ten minutes to get to the island. The Moor was moving large chunks of limestone out of the pit area. It wasn't a true pit because of the layers of limestone, which absorbed and collected water. We'd been clearing a circular area of rocks since we arrived. The Moor used the rock-carrying exercise whenever he needed to think.

I judged this position was still a bit higher than it was when we’d sprung our second trap during the escape; if it were any lower, these rocks would've almost certainly joined the landslide that happened last time. I almost whistled, remembering only at the last second to clap a hand over my mouth. *These should do nicely. Well done, Uncle Ruff!* *I think so too* he replied. *Honestly, I'm surprised they didn't roll down the first time. You'd be surprised at how easy it is to keep a large rockslide going once one has begun -- just move a few heavy stones, and the rumbling of the ground will often do the rest. It's one of the reasons I liked this idea of yours.*

Jayson chuckled. "I know what you're doing Stone and it's not going to work. Besides, I don't think being in a pack is going to work out all that well for me, you know being an Alpha and all," I stated with a slight smile, finally moving my book down so that I could actually look at him.

Countless stones were rolling toward him. The stone man was more than a hundred feet tall. His body was made of rocks. The place where his heart was shining with red light. He was facing them with his back, so his expression could not be seen. "Grrr!" The stone man threw back his head and bawled. His voice was like a thunderclap, making the land nearby tremble. The stone man happened to stand in the way of Zu Si and his men, who were dashing over frenetically.

“The Divine Crane?” Master Rocher shouted, “Seems like you’re not entirely ignorant either!” Kayson hastily took a step back. Master Rocher’s feet landed on the ground, and the tiles cracked at the collision. One could see how powerful this kick was based on the fact that the tiles right under his feet had been pulverized.

I kicked the anchor stone with all my might, using a heavy branch to pry it loose. “Get down!” I yelled. With a deafening roar, the massive pile of boulders collapsed. Tons of heavy rock and dirt came crashing down, completely sealing the canyon pathway with a cloud of dust. The muffled, frustrated howling of the rogues echoed from the other side, unable to breach the solid wall of stone.