The Pillars Of The Earth Novels & Stories

Aluna’s POV For a long moment my guides voice faded into me, I did not move, because everything still felt too alive inside my body, too awake, too real in a way I was not used to carrying, as if the world itself had quietly expanded and I had no choice but to grow with it. The five pillars still stood before me, Earth, Water, Fire, Cryostyx and Healing, each one steady in its own presence, but now they no longer felt like something outside of me, they felt familiar, like they were responding to something I had finally stopped denying within myself.

Instead, he reached out with his massive, obsidian hands and grabbed the edges of the basalt pillars. CREAAAAK. The sound of stone screaming under pressure echoed through the chamber. The pillars, which had stood for thousands of years, began to groan. Dust and pebbles rained down on Baraka and Eliana as Subject One began to pull the mountain apart. "Impossible," Eliana gasped, shielding her head. With a final, violent heave, Subject One ripped the pillars out of their sockets, tossing the multi-ton slabs of rock aside as if they were made of cardboard. The crevice was gone. We were exposed.

After walking for a long time, Philip finally saw the end. It was an underground hall surrounded by eternal lights, which looked very secluded. Eight large pillars were supporting the top of the main hall, and each large pillar was engraved with extraterrestrial beasts and patterns that should not appear in this world. The pillars exuded an ancient vibe as if they had traveled through the ages. Philip walked along the middle through the stone pillars and arrived at the most central area, which was a high square altar. It was surrounded by four golden dragons made of pure gold with their heads guarding the altar.

It was a soundless puncture. The Golden Basalt dome above Rebirth City groaned, a tectonic shriek that vibrated through my stone ribs. A massive, silver pillar—three miles high and sleek as a needle—punched through the bruised purple clouds. It didn't fall; it descended, the gravity around it bending the falling snow into a perfect, geometric spiral. The Collector. The base of the pillar hit the permafrost with a shockwave that flattened the blackened pines for miles. The vibration hit my throne like a kinetic strike, rattling the copper sutures in my chest.

**Gabe’s POV** I gazed at the pillars, feeling a sense of reverence wash over me. They stood tall and imposing, made of dark gray stone and covered in intricate carvings that seemed to tell a story of their own. I felt a strange pull towards them, as if they held some kind of ancient power. At the base of each pillar, I saw a heavy chain running through metal pulleys, connected to a circular dial embedded inside of each pillar. I walked over to pull on one of the chains, but it didn’t budge.

“Get out, get out before they attack you!” The pillars around us groan. “Attack us?! What do you mean, what are they?” Theon demands. “They’re under spells, he’s using them to defend me!” One of the pillars who had turned into a figure that resembles a rock troll roars, nearly deafening us. It’s got bulky hands and legs, a large head with vague features, with a circular torso. When it raises its left leg and stomps down, just millimeters away from where it was a moment before, a huge tremor travels up our bodies from the ground, followed by a sound akin to a sonic blast.

The planet’s crust, once frozen solid, was now a shifting slush of melting nitrogen-ice and liquid water. "The foundation piles are sinking!" Kael reported, his face smeared with the metallic grease of the new hydraulic presses. "We’re driving the bronze-wood pillars sixty meters down, and they’re still not hitting bedrock. It’s like trying to build a castle on a sponge." Audrey stood at the edge of the construction trench, watching the massive steam-hammers pound the pillars into the earth. The sound was a rhythmic thud-hiss that had become the heartbeat of New Aethelgard.

she really did not care for him. “It is said” Joseph continued “A long time ago, a group of supernatural’s found themselves exiled cast out of their packs, their covens and clans, for different reasons. Out of fear of persecution they came together and with the help of a very powerful protection incantation four towns were created, Ferny Grove, Sandstone ridge, Wood Grove and River Rock Valley. Pillars were placed around each one of the towns, one for each of the four towns, the four supernatural’s that built them and the four elements that they draw their power from. The pillars are built from the wood of the Rowan tree. This wood when used to bind spells, is said to provide unbreakable pr

The muddle black pillars had transform into four strong crimson yet ominous pillars with a wide circle top. Water, Earth, Fire and Darkness. The circular top seem gather energy that trembling everyone. Wind, Thunder, and Despair... Honglonglong ! The world was shaking, large crack appeared like an earthquake was goin to start at that every moment. " Help me...!" The screams of people startled Lily. Her grey eyes watched people being uprooted for ground by the strong wind. Things, people, trees, builds...

The first entry is the two days after the stone went missing. March 31, 1499 There is a secret among the higher monarchs. Ten thousand years ago, the Tenth King helped aide the spirits; Willow, Nora, and Araya. They struggled with ogres and orcs poisoning the waters, ground, and trees. The beasts were trying to poison the spirits in hopes of making the world more inhabitable for them. The Tenth King quickly came to their aide. The spirits asked the creator of souls if it would create destined mates for dragons to thank the tenth king. At first, the creator refused but reluctantly compromised. They agreed that only the highest nobles would receive a destined mate.