Written In Stone Book Novels & Stories

Mine. The stone was inert on the floor between Serena's feet. Not ash, not destroyed. Just a piece of dark rock, the light gone out of it, the activation interrupted and the counter-inscription locked over it like a seal pressed into cooling wax. Oren would know better than me whether that was permanent. Right now the word permanent felt like a luxury. Serena was on her knees.

THE TRANSLATION ~TATE'S POV~ The Library felt really tense and uncomfortable, like a pressure cooker. The air was thick and smelled weird, like rotten eggs and old blood. The storm outside was gone, but it was so quiet you could almost hear the silence. We stood around a big wooden table. In the middle was the Codex..... The creepy book made from skin that seemed to almost move when you stared at it. Next to it was the Kyanite Heart, a rough blue stone that glowed and pulsed like a strange creature from the ocean.

" Danny asked. The same question was also had in Bella's and Bethany's minds. "The book was written by a demon. According to our ancienter, it can't be read by a simple person. If anyone has read the original book, then the person was chosen by the book," the old woman said and walked up to them with a basket. "Ladies, if you don't mind, please grab these stones. It's our culture to sacred our land. When outsiders came, they polluted the land, not intentionally. Just a few rules," the old woman told and held the bucket in front of them when Bella noticed the tattoo on her face.

Past the seam that Scarlett and Caelan sealed shut. Through a gulley choked with moss and bones. The light doesn’t behave right here. It sharpens and dulls like a heartbeat. Then they find it. Stone. Dozens of slabs, half-swallowed by the earth, grown over with ivy and lichen and rot. Scarlett crouches beside one and brushes the moss back. Her fingers freeze. Not just symbols this time, but actual words. Carved into the stone in lettering that looks too clean to be old.

The Archive. The stone walls glowed faintly, lit by no torch Jasmine could see. The air was thick with dust and breath and something pulsing beneath the surface of the stone. She walked between the tall stacks of books. Not paper. Not leather. Not all human. Some were written in the same ancient language as the letter. And one—thin, red-covered, bound with something that might have once been skin—hummed when her fingers brushed it. She took it. And when she opened the first page, it spoke.

“I wouldn’t let it get over my head. I would never carve emotions on stones. I would bury them deep in the earth, long submerged beneath waterfalls until it fades away.” “There was a story I heard lately and I thought it might be of use to you. Do you know the lost Princess who was shamed by her family into nothingness? They don’t want her because when she was born, all the servants present died. They said the mother never wanted such a monster to be born. The tale might be a truth or a lie. Something that might help you decide or drown you in thoughts.”

--- Tessa wrote a new volume—small, only a few pages, bound in leather the color of granite. She called it The Stone's Witness, and she wrote it in the language of the old magic, the words flowing from her pen like water from a spring. The watcher showed her visions of the bench being placed on the hillside, of the first witnesses gathering around it, of the countless hands that had touched its surface. "The stone does not judge," Tessa wrote. "Don't forget. It does not intervene. It simply holds. The way the watcher learned to hold. The way we learned to hold. The stone is the foundation of all witnesses."

Stone asked staring at both of them. "A book"Theo repeated "Yes, blue "Mr. Stone replied.....while Isabel was using facial gestures to tell Theo to shut up but he was just staring back at her blankly... "Is it like the one with her?" they said pointing at the book with Isabel... "It shouldn't be like the one with me," she said fake smiling," it is the one" "Really" Mr. Stoneface lighten up "Yes, I saw it on the floor closer to the doorpost, then I saw your name inscribed in it, so I decided to bring it for you, here" Isabel stretched the book to Mr. Stone...

There was a slight tension in his stone shoulders. "But," he said slowly. "An alumnus of the institution did write something on Enigmas." Hope flared in my chest. "Really?" "It's an old book, though. Very old." He spread his wings and launched himself into the air. It still made no sense. Stone shouldn't move like that. Stone shouldn't fly. But he did. He soared between the towering shelves. His claws scraped against wood as he searched. "Ha," he said from somewhere deep in the stacks. "It should be..."

The walls were lined from floor to ceiling with books that looked like they hadn't been touched in decades, and there was a large desk in the center of the room that was covered in stacks of parchment and wax seals. I didn't have much time before Silas came looking for me, so I started opening the desk drawers and tossing aside the boring pack ledgers and tax reports until I found a small, leather-bound book hidden in a false bottom at the back. It didn't have a title on the spine, but when I opened it, I saw that it was a ledger of forbidden rituals and black-market magical items that made my skin crawl just looking at them. I flipped through the pages quickly while I tried to keep my breat