Sacrificial Stone Darkest Dungeon Novels & Stories

Author's POV "WHERE IS MY AURORA?" Rafael's growl made the souls of the people around him tremble. He recognised her the moment she opened her mouth to speak. Aria just started laughing loudly, not realising that she was just creating hell for herself. "If I can't have you then no one can have you" "Damon, Mikhail!" He ordered while glaring at her hatefully. "Search each and every corner of the house where a human body can be hidden, especially cupboards!"

That night, while the guards were dozing off, I crept toward the deepest part of the prison. Sure enough, in the darkest corner, I found the stone altar engraved with ancient runes. Without hesitation, I bit my finger and let my blood drip onto the center of the formation. Instantly, the entire dungeon began to shake violently. The ancient imprisonment totems emitted a blinding light before shattering into pieces. The earth-shaking commotion alerted the entire pack. I heard frantic footsteps coming down the stairs as Marcus and Elena rushed into the dungeon. Seeing the shattered remnants of the totems, their faces turned as white as paper.

Another punches my stomach while I’m simultaneously being shoved down to the ground. “Let me go,” I scream, or at least I try to, but no sound leaves my lips. Suddenly, something shifts in the air. The large men surrounding me freeze before taking position at my sides, letting me see what is ahead. Who is ahead. A man steps forward, a large black cloak covering his body and dragging against the mud as he moves. His face is shrouded in shadows, but I see his eyes. They are sharp yet deep, a swirl of greenish-brown filled with death.

At the center stood an ancient altar, carved from black stone, its surface etched with claw marks and streaks of something dark and unidentifiable. “This is where Ronan intends to complete his ritual,” the stranger said, his voice echoing off the cavern walls. “He’s looking for something buried here—something that can’t be allowed to see the light of day.” Sasha stepped closer to the altar, her fingers tingling as they hovered over the strange symbols. The moment she touched the stone, pain exploded in her head.

The sight before us made my breath lock in my throat. The fifty-foot golden quartz crystal at the center of the cavern, the ancient heartstone that held Blackthorn Valley together, was encased in a thick, pulsating web of black frost. Thick, unnatural tendrils rooted deep in the stone floor were pumping a murky, pale fluid directly into the crystal's core, turning its radiant golden light into a dim, malignant purple.

"Matthew, did you hear that? She says we're not even human. I'll show her what happens when she messes with us." The assistant's smile vanished, replaced by a storm of rage as she moved to hit me, but she did not see it coming. Slap! "Zip it. She's right. You're not human. You're nothing but my pawn, and you're fooling yourself if you think you can take her place. "Didn't I tell you to stay out of my sight? If you have trouble with your hearing, I don't mind helping with that."

I smiled nervously and stepped back, uncertain if Ash would want me to be there. "Relax." Baltazar chuckled. "Sarah was once my good friend. She was a kind and loving person. You remind me of her in some ways." He gave me a gentle smile before taking a deep breath. "Anyway, I had once given her a certain dagger. It is made of night stone, a special mineral that exists only in the Dark Realm." He reached for the lower drawer on the vanity table and pulled out a weapon with a smooth, black-as-night blade and a hilt covered in a velvet-like fabric. "I'm sure that she wouldn't mind if you had it. After all, the Dark Realm can be a very dangerous place." Holding the dagger by the end of the hilt,

Cassian caught the first by the throat before he could sound his horn, snapping his neck with a cold twist, while Kira and Lucian disarmed the remaining three in a swift blur of starlight blades and silent steel. They kicked open the heavy bronze vault doors, stepping onto a narrow stone gallery overlooking a massive, cavernous hall. The floor below was dominated by a vast, bottomless abyss. Suspended over the dark pit by thick, iron chains was a gargantuan, jagged crystal of pure black obsidian—the shadow-core. Glowing, violent veins of stolen silver ley-light were being violently pulled from the stone walls into the crystal, feeding a towering figure standing at the altar edge. High Sovere

*Crack—! A crystalline shattering sound ripped through the arena, cutting her shriek off at the throat. Under the stunned gaze of the entire pack, the dull grey surface of the Sacred Stone shattered into a spiderweb of a thousand fissures. From every crack poured a divine, dark-gold light, a tidal wave crashing through a dam. Not lamplight. Not fire. It was a sun that had been trapped in a stone prison for millennia, finally breaking free.

"Let's go close the Sanctum's ledger, Ms. Reyes." As we rounded the final ridge, the valley opened up to reveal a massive, circular stone temple buried in the side of a cliff. It didn't look like a laboratory; it looked like a tomb. The air around the entrance was shimmering with a sickly, pea-green light—the exact same necrotic frequency Sarah had used in the basement. "The audit is officially global," I whispered, my purple eyes flashing with a dangerous certainty as I reached for the raw Lunar Stone at my neck.