Sacrificial Stone Darkest Dungeon Novels & Stories

We were all terrified. “But how did you manage to escape from death? We saw how your body crumbled into pieces,” Caya curiously asked out of astonishment. “Thanks to my brother, Lucreo. He let me borrow this stone,” Belphegor spilled, then, he showed to us a warped dark stone. My mouth went agape as I realized what kind of stone it is. That is an umbra stone.

I nodded and Adrian gave a tired laugh. “Guess that makes us allies now.” “Life-and-death allies,” I replied. I sighed and pointed towards the distant stone structure rising above the battlefield. “The Purification Altar,” I said. “That’s where the seal must be activated.” Zane nodded immediately. “Then we break through.” The Dark Leader’s expression changed as he heard us. “You think I’ll let you reach it?” he roared. Before he could even move, the ground shook, and a horrifying growl reverberated through the battlefield.

[DUNGEON - DIMLY LIT AND DANK CELL] The dungeon is a grim and shadowy place, the walls lined with cold, damp stones that seem to seep misery. Meagia was laying on the floor with dishevelled hair and eyes filled with desperation, slowly regaining consciousness on a cold, stone floor. Her eyes flutter open, adjusting to the dim light filtering in from a small, barred window high above.

Frost formed on his armour, ice crystals in his breath. At the bottom lay a cavern that predated human naming. Walls of black stone wept constant moisture that never reached the floor. The ceiling vanished in darkness so complete it might have been void. And at the centre, on a pedestal of fused bone... The Soulstone. It didn't look like much: a sphere of dark crystal perhaps the size of a man's fist. No radiating light, no ominous aura. It might have been polished obsidian except for the way it seemed to eat the torchlight, creating a perfect sphere of absolute darkness.

They combed through the debris, overturning each stone, hunting for any remnant of the shadow that had stolen the twins. At last, they discovered it. A minute fragment of obsidian, throbbing with frigid energy, nestled deep within the ritual chamber's rubble. It resonated with an ancient, fearsome potency, a piece of the very darkness that had ensnared the twins. Its sickly luminescence pulsed like a living heart.

They had descended through a narrow, collapsed fissure in the limestone cliffs, bypassing the heavily fortified border walls of the Crimson Dominion by dropping deep into the forgotten roots of the mountain. ​"Keep the flame low, Kaelor," Lysander whispered. His eyes scanning the towering, arched stone corridors that stretched out into the absolute gloom. Massive pillars carved into the shapes of robed, faceless figures held up a ceiling hidden in darkness. "The stone here reacts to heavy elemental magic. You'll trigger the collapse if your fire gets too hot."

With a cry of agony, the shadow thing vanished into the night, its shape vanishing into thin air like smoke. Dominick gasped and stumbled backward, his chest heaving. Even though his strength was almost gone and his body was bruised, he could still see Lisa. Her body twitched slightly, as if drawn by an unseen power, but she remained in the circle. Then it came to him. The Obsidian Stone throbbing with untamed energy—the rumbling of sorcery. Dominick's heart halted as his gaze jerked to the stone.

Flee now and don’t stop or death will take you. “It’s broad daylight but I feel like I’m in a horror movie at a crypt between midnight and three am.” Sapphire mumbled to herself as they moved up the hill toward the large opening at the apex of the hill. Before the opening, they found a standing rock laid out at waist height. It was flat except for a channel deeply scored on its surface. There was no question about what the use of this stone was. That was a channel to collect blood into a vessel from a sacrifice.

The deepest subterranean dungeon beneath the western fortress did not merely lack light; it seemed to consume it. Carved hundreds of feet into the mountain’s black granite bedrock, the chamber was a vault of frozen moisture, ancient iron, and the stale tang of mineral rot. Water dripped in a slow, torturous cadence from the vaulted stone ceiling, the hollow tap-tap-tap echoing like a funeral drum against the weeping slate walls. In the center of the cell, chained to a massive iron chair bolted directly into the stone, was the captured Eclipse courier.

I gave a signal to my Beta. As she was dragged out, her screams echoed through the entire building. “Rylan! You’ll regret this! She’ll never forgive you!” Three days later. The Shadow Dungeons, deep in the Black Forest. This was where the Blackrock pack imprisoned its worst criminals. It hadn’t been used in centuries. The dungeon was buried deep underground, its walls made of special silver-laced stone that could completely suppress a wolf’s powers. I walked down the slippery stone steps, my footsteps echoing in the empty space.