Universe Marble Novels & Stories

They needed an Atmosphere-Forge. "The Monoliths showed us the blueprints," Mara explained, projecting a holographic map of the planet’s northern pole. "There’s a massive deposit of 'Carbonate-Lattice' beneath the ice cap. If we can ignite it, we can trigger a controlled greenhouse effect. We can give this world a blanket."

The adviser was more concerned about how poor their treasury would become after such a wasteful purchase of expensive horses. Tristan stood in the center of a small round pen made of rough, gnarled logs. The lord watched the stallion prancing around him with a smile. Against the background of the evening sky, the gray-silver skin of the horse seemed to radiate a radiance. Tantario named this young half-breed Marble - a suitable name, given that the horse's skin had a light, pearlescent pink sheen. Tristan involuntarily remembered the leader of the herd. The young man thought that young Marble could well be a descendant of that proud, handsome man. At one and a half years old, he looked almos

The guard lets out a grunt and waves us through, and Ellie pulls me as they step aside so we can enter the castle. And here, all my breath is caught in my lungs again. The main hallway—if it could be called something so simple and plain—is solid marble, emblazoned with more gemstones than I even imagined existed in the whole world. The wall’s marble is a shade of light gray, with dark black veining that is simply elegant. Inlaid into it are the gemstones of every color, shimmering in the light of the massive chandeliers above. The floor is of bright white marble with crystal clear veining that makes the whole thing glisten, with bright, clean carpet runners in the kingdom’s official shade: r

The heavy marble door of the isolated powder room clicked shut behind Maeva, cutting off the distant, muffled classical music of the gala. The room was a pristine sanctuary of white Carrara marble, smelling faintly of lavender and fresh water. She stood before the grand vanity mirror, looking at the dark red stain of Zane's wine stretching across the front of her white silk gown. It looked like a blooming, bloody chest wound, but Maeva's face remained calm. She reached for a damp paper towel, intending to dab the liquid before it set.

Eduard Payne loved marbles, his whole mansion was made of it. White pillars propped up the entire structure, and the painted ceiling gave the place an ancient greek nuance. He also liked gold, all of the door handles were plated in gold. Not Gabriel’s taste, he was more of a wood kind of person.

" so what is the story behind this talking marble? how did you end up like this?" Kira ask curiously while staring down at the small rock in her palm, it was so smooth and shiny that she couldn't help running her fingers across the surface. The voice in the marble did not seem to like her actions, he snorted in annoyance and reminded Kira once more that he wasn't some puppy she could pet so casually, at least she knew it was a he. It was strange how a rock could have so much attitude, it was even worse than Shane's.

His eyes were filled with fascination. He gazed at them for a good three minutes before he finally tore his eyes away. Nicholas genuinely liked the marble. He had no idea what it was or how much it cost but was just drawn to the stars that it reflected. It looked just like the starry sky he used to see when he lived in the countryside. Nicholas asked in disbelief, "Miss, can I really keep this marble?" "Of course, it's all yours," Larissa replied. "Thank you so much, miss. I promise to take good care of it!" Nicolas carefully tucked the ruby into his pocket.

The Luna, smiling from ear to ear as she stylishly glanced around the area, obviously trying not to look too fazed by it. We walked into the living room, escorted by some guards and maids. The interior of the house, much like the exterior, was unlike anything I've ever seen before. It had marble floors, grand chandeliers and a large aquarium on the left side of the huge room that seemed to serve a wall between the living room and what seemed to be a relaxation space. At least, if no one in this pack decides to talk to me, those tiny little fishes would be of great company.

If you take up less space, maybe the monsters won't see you. Aureliano doesn't wait for me. He walks toward the massive front doors. I have to jog to keep up, my wet shoes squelching on the pristine stone. Inside is worse. Marble. Everything is marble. The floors are white and veined with grey, stretching out like a frozen lake. The walls are high, echoing with every footstep. It’s beautiful. And it feels completely dead. There is no warmth here. No clutter. Just expensive emptiness.

“Great. I spent a minor fortune on that one. Let me see it.” Neith skipped off toward the counter and disappeared behind it. After a while, she popped up from behind, coughing and covered in dust. She slammed a polished wooden box down on the counter, with Dusty’s Miracle Marbles intricately written in gold on the lid. “Here you go. Personalized miracle marble made by the famous Penelope Dusty herself.” Holly gingerly lifted the edges of the box, revealing four multi-colored orbs within. The glow of the marbles hit Hollys face. "Oh, great! Thank you, Neith. This is perfect and exactly how I want it.”