Written In Stone Book Novels & Stories

After a short pause, Vincent began: “There is a legend as old as the world itself. The legend of the four elemental stones, which hold power beyond humanity‘s understanding and control…” They walked for more than an hour until they reached their hiding place, the Caelum Templum. With a small opening in the cliff ahead, through which they could enter the Temple of Heaven, Vincent was just finishing his story. All the way there, the old man told his granddaughter a wonderful, fantastic legend about mysterious, powerful stones that were obeyed by all the most powerful elements of nature. He spoke of a green emerald that controlled the power of the earth, a red ruby that controlled fire, a clear

This felt like it was vibrating on the page and she could not help but touch it. A light electric shock struck her hand and a warning appeared on the page, “This book is meant for the eyes of the Holy Clan. None but those whom are members of the clan may read this book. Great protections shroud this book and anyone defying this requirement will find themselves turned to stone.”

I ask, the memory of my blood falling on the stone's face and what came after it. “I’m not a hundred percent sure. Saying that I have been led to believe that… certain shifters who hold genes close to the gods, powerful DNA, can access the power or magic those stones hold.” “Like a Grimalkin?” He purses his lips, pale eyes narrowing on me, “Like a Grimalkin,” he confirms. Abner tosses the small black book at me and I easily catch it. It’s plain, with no writing, and thin maybe only twenty pages.

His scent line was completely sour, reeking of old tavern ale and a violent hangover. "I was just making a pact with your mother to bring her some fresh scrolls," I explained calmly, rising to my feet and stepping toward the massive wooden bookshelves that covered the far wall. I pulled a thick leather text from the shelf, noticing a heavy layer of grey dust coating the spine. Perfect. While my fingers masked the movement, I pressed the tiny black tracking stone right into the deep crack behind the wood trim. "I noticed the collection is getting a little dry."

"In this place..." "...memory is earned." "It cannot be given." The Stranger knelt beside an ancient stone lying in the middle of the path. Unlike everything else around them... the stone contained no writing. He brushed away centuries of dust. Beneath it appeared a single symbol. A feather crossed with a key. The woman's face turned pale. "That mark..." "I've only read about it." The First Reader lowered his head. "The Guild of Authors." "They vanished before history began." A distant bell suddenly rang.

“Old and deep, woven into the stones themselves.” Torren snorted, his rogue’s instincts keeping him a step behind, eyes darting to every corner. “Magic or not, I don’t trust a place that feels like it’s holding its breath.” They pressed on toward the town square, where a grand library loomed like a sentinel. Its stone facade bore intricate carvings of mythical beasts and forgotten heroes, weathered by time yet pulsing with an unspoken presence. The heavy wooden doors stood ajar, a yawning maw that seemed to beckon and warn in equal measure. With a shared nod, they stepped inside, the air shifting to a musty blend of old parchment and incense.

Words inscribed into the stone in one language none of them spoke, but Serena felt the meaning of them in her bones. Elias stepped closer, brushing dust off the carvings. “These stones are ancient. From the time before records. Before kingdoms.” Serena raised her hand. The instant her fingers contacted the stone, the runes flared to life, silver light washing over them like moonlight on still water. The gate creaked, and the stone jaws started to unhinge, parting to a narrow way to deep darkness inside. They stepped inside. The air changed instantly. Cold. Heavy. As if to inhale the hollow air compelled you to remember every loss you’d ever endured. They were crucified with declarations of i

I had to trust myself and my training. ⁠* * * * * SEXTUPLET SIBLINGS AND THEIR BOOKS: 1.⁠ ⁠Kai Stone – DEAR EX, YOU ARE MY MATE 2.⁠ ⁠Ryder Stone – DON’T BULLY ME, ALPHA! 3.⁠ ⁠Jax Stone – I’M HIS MATE, NOT HIS CHOICE 4.⁠ ⁠Aira Stone – REJECTED ONCE, TWICE CLAIMED 5.⁠ ⁠Samantha Stone – BONDED TO THE DANGEROUS ALPHA

I whispered. "Practice in secret," she warned. "Hide the book well. Not even your closest friends must know." I nodded, heart full. Her hand slipped something into mine; a small black stone, warm to the touch. "Focus your will through this," she said. "It’s not much, but it can serve as a channel. Practice when you can. Hide it well." I closed my fingers around it, feeling the pulse of its magic stir against my skin. "Won't they know?" I asked. "Won’t they feel it?"

"I have one more." Without waiting for a response, I turned and headed deeper into the library's labyrinthine depths, his footsteps a steady presence behind me. "There's another library," I said over my shoulder. "One that's off-limits." I stopped at a seemingly random bookcase. My fingers slid across the spines with practiced ease, counting. Third shelf from the bottom... fifth book in. I carefully removed that book and the two flanking it. Reaching into the dark void, my fingers found what they were searching for: a small, cool piece of stone embedded in the wood. I pressed it firmly.