Written In Stone Book Novels & Stories

And then Donato stopped. Because the shadows finally peeled back enough for him to see it. A stone pedestal alone. Centered beneath a beam of pale blue light like moonlight trapped underground. And resting on that pedestal… was a single book. Black, old, bound in rough, darkened leather. Its surface cracked like something had clawed it. And around it circling like frost drifted a faint, ghostly mist. Donato's breath left him in a shocked, trembling exhale. "The Black Great Book…" he whispered.

Questioning the alpha friend of his, alpha Hercules approached the table as his friend opened the cover of the old book it was big and thick. The papers have turned yellowish. It seemed it have not been opened for years until now, "This book was in my library, it was my grandfather's. He was liked stones, and so he loved collecting information about them. I am sure that Rex Stone... Whatever it is, we may find some kind of info about it in this book. Grandpa has entered details for about two and half lakhs of various stones. I am just hoping that we get some clue about that stone too." It sounded reasonable.

"It's done now. It's safe now. It's time." He placed the document against the stone. The markings flared. Not dramatically. Not with noise or force. Just a quiet sustained light moving through the stone's surface and up through the document and then — gone. The document dissolved. Not burned. Not destroyed. Just — gone. Like it had never been. The founding stone went dark. The clearing was very quiet. Ray stood with his empty hand against the stone for a moment. Then lowered it. Turned around. Looked at me.

My jaw dropped as I looked carefully at the image of the stone. The same stone, encased in my mother's locket, was not just a beautiful gem; it was a legendary artifact with mystical properties. The Arctic stone, described in the book as a legendary gem, possessed mystical properties. It could grant unparalleled power to its possessor, but the condition was as extraordinary as the stone itself – a single drop of essence from every existing supernatural species. The revelation left me breathless, my mind swirling with questions about my mother's possession.

They reached toward the center of the stone circle, where a pedestal now rose—low and wide, as if made to cradle, not display. Upon it: a book. Its cover was woven from the same fabric as the tower’s sky. Its pages were blank. Except for one. The first. It read: “Here is what you’ve carried. Now, what will you plant?” I looked to the Guide. “Can I write anything?” “No,” they said. “You can write everything.” And they vanished. Not away. But into me. — I took the book. It was heavier than it looked, but not burdensome. The kind of weight that comes with inheritance.

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Inside lay an exquisite lily pendant. "Every year on your birthday, I'd have someone deliver a lily to the Kingston residence doorstep." My hands flew to my mouth in surprise. I had indeed received an anonymous lily every year. At first, I had assumed it was Grandpa's doing, then later, I guessed it was a romantic gesture from Michael. Thus, I never thought more of it. "Why the lily?" I asked. "Treyist scriptures describe the lily as pure and resilient, able to endure fire and not be burned. In my heart, you are just like the lily," Charles said, his gaze on me suddenly deep and tender.

Waiting for one of the Guards or Damon to come out, but no one did. ~~~ Gregory had brought me to the library, and I spent half an hour looking at books. Or at least I made him believe that I was while I was actually hunting for the Hellstone. I found it rather quickly, too; Balor's visions of where it was were very accurate. Once I found the stone, I made my way back to the entrance, where Gregory waited for me—plucking up a random book along the way to ensure he bought my story.

Speaking of wild animals, she’s thankful that she hasn’t crossed one. Sierra found the gate not too far away from where she came from. The gate is made of steel and is as tall as the wall. It is thick and there’s a weird carvings. Above the gate there’s a word written in italic, it said 'Stonehenge'. “Hello? Excuse me!” she tried to look for a guard but none answered. “No one will show themselves to you,” said the late guardian of fire. “See that black gem in the middle?”

I speed up stairs to the room, I opened the the last drawer of the the nightstand, grabbing the Phoenix stone, I looked at the shiny red stone, tempting me to open it. I grab the spell book Tyler gave to me, opening it, there was only one page and one word, it was written in Latin which says 'clear'. "Claro" I whispered but then the stone shines, I gasped. The door opens, Ocean walks in, I hid the stone into my hand. "Hey" he said, sitting next to me. "What are you doing?" He asked. Should I tell him? No! He'll try to stop me one way or the other, I can't let him know. He looks at the book in my hold.