Scribble Stones Novels & Stories

Silas promised her answers after they both had grieved Gregory. "What are those fire-y stones?" Her wolf sniffed disapprovingly. Nostrils of a wolf pick up copying scents on inanimate objects all the time yet she found nothing. Silas cracked a smile. Her face felt caked in remnants of sleep to return him one. "They are brimstones." He held one out on his palm. She didn't understand but her eyes darted in the dark of soon arriving dawn. Why was he treating it so carelessly? What if naked eyes were exposed to its power?

Every stone is clearly marked, and a small bet on pleasure and a big bet on injury. There is a knife with a million dollars, and there is also a knife with a ruin. 'Such a stone should cost 200,000?' Anna Garcia looked at the stone hit by the volleyball in her hand like a ghost and felt frightened. 'You can choose a small one to play with.' KrisTinaen Oliver reached out and touched a stone, and her casual approach was completely a layman. Shen Yu is weird and doesn't mean to choose. 'There's jade out there!'

It smears, turning the gray stone pink, looking terrifyingly like fresh blood. “Come on,” I hiss, scrubbing harder. “Come off.” I put my back into it. The bristles scratch loudly against the stone. Water sloshes down the wall, red and murky. I scour the stone until my knuckles graze the rock, skinning them raw. It’s not coming off fast enough. It’s staining the grain of the granite. “Damn it!” I throw the brush into the bucket. It splashes water onto my boots. I grab a rag from my pocket and start rubbing at the remaining outline, desperate to erase it before the sun fully rises, before the Alpha takes his morning walk.

She shook her head, snatching a yellow straight-edge. START HERE. She shoved the Scribble-note under my nose. Bossy for seven. I liked it. We built slow, pieces clicking like whispers. Me fumbling the inners, her pointing precisely with that crayon-stub. "Okay, genius, your turn. Where's the exit? Or is this one of those 'no way out' deals?" I waggled a red petal piece, teasing. She snatched it, fitting it perfect to a bloom I'd missed.

It clicked open on its own, so easily it startled me into dropping the rag entirely. “See,” Bey said, entirely too pleased with herself. Inside: a handful of brittle, water-stained pages, tied together with a cord that had gone soft with age, and a single loose drawing on top. They were standing stones, arranged in a familiar circle, rendered in faded ink by a hand that had clearly cared enough to get the details right. My stomach dropped. I knew those stones. I had stood among them, terrified, days ago, watching runes ignite under my own hands.

"This one is from me alone. I found it at the Moonlight Antiquities Market." Eleanor's face transformed with genuine delight as she opened it. The rare brushes crafted from wolf fur, the moonstone ink stone, specialized paper, and healing-infused ink stick were clearly treasures to her. "Oh, Grace," she breathed, her eyes shining. "This is perfect! You remembered my old set was wearing out." Her wolf Stella practically pranced with excitement, circling the gift and sniffing it appreciatively. Without another word, Eleanor immediately rose to her feet. "I must try these right away," she announced, heading toward her study with eager steps. "The quality is exceptional!"

The staircase led toward the blind doors, the wall marked with my own handwriting: “Nothing happens. Proceed.” I ran a finger along the words. The chalk was dry, the surface clean. Two steps higher, on the corner, a tiny, nearly invisible scratch in the stone: two short lines, pause, five quick, then two short again. Five and two — centered. Not human-carved; more like the tip of a claw or sharp shard. Not deep, not menacing. A sign. “You see it?” Aedan asked. “I see.” I held the chalk in my palm. “I won’t erase it.” Above the scratch, with small, unobtrusive motions, I wrote: “noted.”

"Agatha, stone with white and brown color. Alabaster, not so hard yellowish stone." That is, every stone you find has a point. Gemstones that are not included in the list of most precious gemstones have a score. So basically, the twelve stones has high points and the stones that do not belong to the 12 has also points, however lower than those most precious gems. When the eclipse starts, the precious stones will shine to it's fullest. It'll probably won't blink like a Christmas light, however, it'll shine amidst the dark as it's different amongst any other normal stones. So during the eclipse, finding the stones will be easier. As I read the writings of Corinthians, her voice came to my mind

* I grabbed it, slipping once on a slug (ugh), but held my prize. Three stones down. One left. The ‘West’. I bolted toward the hollow tree by the river. I’d seen it before. Its roots curled like fingers. I crept inside, the bark cool under my hands, and—yes! There it was, nestled near a spiderweb (gross). The West Stone. Smooth. Purple. Mine. I had them all. That’s when Brinn tackled me from the bushes, shouting, “FOR THE NUT SPIRITS!” We rolled. My stones spilled. I shrieked and shoved him off. “You little—!”

The realization settled deep inside her heart. Rachel cleared her throat quietly. "What about the other things?" Scarlett looked back into the box. The leather pouch felt surprisingly light. She untied the faded thread and emptied its contents into her palm. Several polished stones rolled gently across her hand. Each one carried a different engraved symbol. The same strange language hidden on the metallic strip. Aldric leaned closer. "Cipher stones." Everyone looked at him. He seemed almost surprised by his own words. "I've only read about them." The Black Fang Alpha frowned.