Written In Stone Book Novels & Stories

Once outside, I understand what Gabe means. The mob is rowdier than I remember. I wind my way through the dense crowd. It’s like the labyrinth from hell. A dead end there, cut right and try again. Meanwhile, the stench of alcohol and smoke clogs my breathable air. I’m gagging when a hand grabs my ass. I turn around and come face to face with a guy wearing tight leather and more eyeliner than me. “What’s a pretty little thing like you doing all alone?” His teeth are incredibly white against the black lipstick.

I really want to go there. "In the book store?" I answer who looks like a question. Stone just nod before he walks and I follow him. Seconds passed by and I can finally smell the texture of the books with a twist of smell of coffee and wine. I excitedly go to fictional books erea. I scan the whole shelves until I saw a classic old book. My eyes shine as I look at the cover. "Wow!" I excitedly look at Stone. "This is the very first cover of this book!"

There is still something that she is hiding on the other hand I was also glad that Cara will now be free. “Att. Barns do you have anything more to say?” the judge asked. “No your honor. I rest my case” he said. “Att. Mus, do you have anything more to say?” the judge asked the lawyer that I have hired. “No your honor,” he said. “Jury have you came to a decision?” he asked. “Yes,” they said and sent a piece of folded paper to the judge. “On the grounds of attempted murder, Ms stone is found not guilty. On the grounds of Murder at first* degree, Ms. Stone is found not guilty. On the grounds of conspiracy to murder, Ms.Stone is found not guilty ” the judge read out and all of us let go of the br

The last time I was hot headed, I ended up being chocked and I wouldn't want a replay, now would I? He opens the book like he knows whatever is written in it until he stops at a certain page. There is a black and white picture of a moon and a woman holding something in her hand like a precious stone with a blinding shining light. "The blood moon stone," he points at the shining stone. I heard it in the meeting and now he is telling me about it. "From our ancestors till now, the stone is kept hidden from people." Gabriel muttered. "Then how are we going to find it if it's hidden?" I ask raising a brow at him.

I discretely handed it to her and after she carefully read, she wrote me another one that said, "Meet me in your room after lunch, he goes to run errands and we can pretend to be studying," "Yes of.course," I responded and we continued pretending like we were studying. I felt an urge to start browsing the library again and after looking at the many books, one stood out the most titled 'the celestial stone, ' I opened up the books and went and sat back on the bean bag chair flipping the first page and it was all about the introduction and who the celestial stone was

The Stone depicts an optic crater which enveloped the blended armour plate covering the bodice of the proclearn statue standing beside the hedge. Again, Alicia suddenly felt intrigued. There was an inscription engraved on the Stonehedge, or maybe not an inscription but strange ancient carvings instead and then something 'Royalty' written intricately in a timid handwriting cressed with gold allover atop The breast plate of the armor and Stonehedge. Alicia blinked.

She looked at the stone the way people looked at things they recognised from a context they had not expected to encounter them in, a specific quality of stillness that went beyond academic interest. "The markings," Maren said carefully. "Do you know what they say." "No," Myla said. "Do you." The older woman looked up at her. Myla held her gaze and waited. "Parts of it," Maren said finally. "Not all. The script predates the current written form by several centuries." She looked back at the stone. "I have seen markings like these twice in my career. Both times in archives that are not accessible to the general Council membership."

The wind wrapped around her, warm as fire after rain. Far to the west, Neris arrived at the Temple of the Listening Flame. She expected nothing but ruin. Instead, she found statues splitting open, not from rot or violence, but from release. Within, a scroll, preserved in fire-woven silk, bore a single message: The stone remembers what men bury. A voice caught the wind. “It’s time.” Even Kael, who had grown harder than winter, felt the world shift. In the Wolfwilds, a standing stone he’d passed a hundred times now pulsed warm beneath his hand.

I commanded, my voice echoing with a resonance that was not entirely my own. ​The iron bolts groaned, a sound like a giant waking from a long slumber. The door swung open slowly, revealing a chamber filled with a soft, ethereal glow. Thousands of scrolls were tucked into honeycomb shelves that reached into the darkness above, and in the center stood a pedestal made of pure obsidian. On it sat the book, bound in skin that shimmered like a raven’s wing. ​"The Book of Shadows," Lila whispered, her torch flickering as if the room itself were trying to snuff it out. "It actually exists."

“Come on. Follow me.” He heads toward the records hall, and I follow. Inside, the air is cool and old. Dust and ink cling to the stone walls… stone that remembers secrets. He stops at a locked shelf and pulls out a massive book. The leather is cracked with age, gold symbols burned deep into the cover. “The Pack Offense Record,” he says. “Ancient. Permanent.” My fingers itch to touch it. “Every crime,” he continues, “every betrayal, every punishment is written here. Once a name is inked, it can never be erased.”