Universe Marble Novels & Stories

The interior halls of the castle complex were vast with high arched ceilings. Again, a mixture of maurium and stone accents provided the opportunity for some artistic variation. The ornate stone work and marvel floors along with the decorative metal mesh which was found throughout the halls left the feeling somewhere between a medieval cathedral and a modern courthouse. The maurium was a centerpiece, from the luminescent purple cracks in the gray marble to the glow of the purple lamps, orbs of light hanging from the ceiling and ensconced like torches on the wall, to the small, carefully crafted gems which lined the halls, all was to show the prominence, power, and versatility of the fine mat

I said, trying to adjust my shoulder. My body still ached and I knew only one thing could soothe the ringing in my skull… Earis. Just the thought of her sent a wave of warmth through me. “I'm sorry I wasn't there after the crash. I don't know how I lost my balance and when I came to you were gone,” Marble said in a chilling voice. “It's fine. I'm okay Marble,” “Hmm.” She nodded. I knew Marble way too much. She would spiral after this. She takes my pleasure way too personally.

But how do I get the upper hand here? Or, at least, get out of this? “No developments in my magic,” I snap, though my voice is soft, almost a whisper as I stare tensely down into his face, wondering what the hell he’s going to do next. “Not since the marble.” “Ah, yes, the fascinating marble,” Alvez murmurs, his thumb starting to make slow circles around the inner part of my knee. “That you melted. All by yourself.”

Oh, I see… He must have got something which he’d like to give to Marius, his soul mate in this orphanage. Next to the church was the orphanage. Marvelo quickly ran to his bedroom. From under his bed, he took out a dark brown box in the medium size. He opened that brown box. There were two wooden toys inside. The toys really looked like the characters of two ancient Greek gods. Marvelo took those two wooden toys and quickly rushed out again, to the front gate where Marius had been waiting curiously for him. “I wanna give you one of this, Marius,” said Marvelo still sniffling slightly.

"I can sneak down some boats ready for the wolves. The problem is, it will take more time to row it and the pirates' look out will probably notice the boats before we get far. Since the mermaids has that special edible marble to let us breathe underwater, why don't we trade something for a plenty of those? One mermaid can give eight of those marbles you need to chew. The total human wolves I've seen is about twenty something. There are six of us excluding fur ball of course." "Forty eight," Selana uttered. "That's too much." "Not everyone will trade for the marble. Four will trade for the marble, one is for a mermaid to guide us back to this shore. And I can sneak to get the atlas."

Shivers ran down my spine as soon as I heard the name. The Marbles. If there’s one lesson Cane has instilled in us members is NOT to cross the Marbles no matter what. He said it’s easier to just offer up our lives than to negotiate with them whenever there’s conflict. So, we needed to be smart when dealing with them.

Lan Weiwei came to her senses and looked at Yang Xiao as if she were looking at an ancient monster. Yang Xiao laughed and said, "Don't be silly. Do you really think it's that kind of pure marble? This is a common and very ordinary marble. The real marble is indestructible. You should know how hard diamonds are, right? Although the real marble is not as hard as diamonds, it's not much different." "Really?" Lan Weiwei asked in surprise. Yang Xiao smiled and said, "If you don't believe me, you can try two marbles. Maybe it will give you a different surprise."

The lobby of the End-User Group Headquarters was a cathedral of "Polished Reality." There were no flickering pixels here, no low-res textures, and no scent of ozone. The floor was solid white Carrara marble, and the air smelled of expensive sandalwood and the sterile, pressurized chill of a high-altitude boardroom.

The house looks like a series of squares, slicing through the building on top of the cliff, seeing it with an omniscient eye from the beach. The house is built with the finest Italian Carrara marble from a 300-year-old quarry in Verona, furnished with contemporary Irish furniture, and embellished with powerful metal sculptures. It showcased a minimalist style in the restrained color palette and the absence of cornices, moldings, and trims. The interior is like a stage for the drama of natural light. The Sunlight bounces off whitewashed walls, changing the mood in the rooms as the day progresses.

From the day of her trauma to the day her dad fell in coma. Touching the locket on her neck, which was in a round marble protected with a thick glass, it has a unique arrangement. If observed keenly, the marble in it, forms a shape of a dragon, if kept in the sun it forms a wolf figure. The design was unique and only one.