Upon This Rock Book Novels & Stories

His eyes settled directly on mine. “Hi, Angel.” I paused slightly. How did he know my name? I slowly walked down the remaining stairs carefully. The man smiled slightly. “My name is Rock.” For a moment— My heart dipped. The book in my hand suddenly felt heavier. Rock. The same name. The exact same name. Coincidence? Or something else entirely?

He recognized Anita's and the other, D. Who was this D? He had visited the Red stone pack, and even met their Alpha. His name wasn't related to letter D. Back to Moon stone pack, there was another small rope hidden inconspicuously within another book. Rocky set the treaty down quietly, not wanting it attract noise. He drew the second rope, and another scroll fell off. There were two letters. "You are advised to hand over your pack to me now before it turns messy." Signed by Anita While the other, titled letter of rejection.

I hardly intimidate anyone, if it wasn’t for the alpha blood coercing in my veins, nobody feared me. “Rockwood.” I said too curtly much to my dislike. He nodded and bowed at the same time and closed his book finally, not before putting a bookmark in it. jeez. “What book exactly you are looking Ms. Rockwood?” he asked way too politely, his behaviour nothing like the one two minutes ago.

At the center stood a massive stone pedestal, and atop it lay an ancient book, bound in dark leather, its cover pulsing with a faint blue light. I stepped forward, drawn to it. This was the heart of the prophecy. As my fingers brushed the cover, the book responded—flaring to life with light that flooded the room. Visions erupted in my mind, vivid and unstoppable, showing me the truth I had been chasing all along.

he pushes it towards me, “It’s merely a book. I want you to open it to a page, any page, and see what you notice.” I give him an uncertain sideways glance before squeezing my eyes shut as I blindly flip through the pages of the book. After a few seconds, I stop, my finger hovering over a page about halfway through. Opening my eyes a crack, I watch as Gideon tilts his head to get a better view of the page. “Interesting,” he murmurs. “Of all the pages in this book, you turn to that one.” I open my eyes the rest of the way and look down. There is a picture of a person sitting in a ring of crystals. I don’t even need to read the title at the top to know what it says.

She is fifteen months old and she can reach the lower section now, the section where the photograph is, the section that was always going to be hers when she was tall enough. She is not reaching for the photograph. She has placed something on the shelf in the gap to the left of the photograph. I look at it. It is a rock. A small, specific rock, pale grey with a faint rose vein through the center, rounded at one end, the kind of rock that is too particular to have been picked up without intention. I crouch down beside her. She looks at me. "Where did you get this," I say. She looks at the rock.

"Lord but what's the girl reading now?" Jenny sits in a chair by the fire, a coffee cup on the hearth one side of her, and next to it, an oddly coloured pebble, lined with rust and deep green stripes. "It's a book about geology. Mr Kalkowski lent it to me." She yells a protest as Brett snatches the book from her. "Let's have a look at it then." Mockery in his voice, "What have we here?" He flicks through pages then reads one of them, tracing the page with a forefinger, his lips moving silently.

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Liza just remembered she had my damned phone? I ignored it... for the first time ever and went into the closet to pull out my bag that had my crystal residing within. I clutched the cold stone like structure in my hand and closed my eyes. I felt around for the energy that resided within me and urged it forward, pouring it into the crystal, causing it to emit a faint purple glow. "Find the object of my unease Find the hidden magic I cannot see Travel the miles and pass the trees Show me what isn't meant to be seen."

HUNTER’s POV We all turned to Brock who stood and brought back a huge book with ancient markings on it. Where did he even get that from? Dropping the book on the table, everyone sitting around it either coughed or pinched their nose as dust blasted through the air around us. “Oops, sorry,” Brock uttered as he opened the book. He flips through the pages until he stopped and looked like he found what he was searching for. “Oh, here it is,” he says and points at a passage on the book.