Written In Stone Book Novels & Stories

Her heart seemed to echo in her ears as she unfolded the paper, eager to discover what Bruno had left for her. The handwritten words leaped off the page, revealing the delicacy and familiarity of Bruno's handwriting. Helena began to read, each word sinking deep into her heart, reliving shared memories and emotions. “My beloved Helena, If you are reading this letter, it means I am no longer by your side in this world. I am sorry for leaving, but know that my love for you will never die. You have been and always will be the light of my life, the reason I woke up every morning with a smile on my face.”

she offered me a small round rock near a bonfire, so I stood up and walked towards it. I looked at the stone, and it had some abstract writing on it. Every lines drawn ot it glows, the stone itself was smoking, that is why I hesitantly sat down. She patted the stone, and smiled, "Don't worry, pup, it won't burn you," I gulped some air in my throat, then sat down. The moment my bottom hit the stone, I felt different spirits rush through my mind.

There’s no radiance on her skin today; she wears a simple white dress, her hair in a braid. “You’re writing,” she says, not asking. “Good.” “This isn’t about magic,” I reply. “It’s about habit for months and years to come. Something the stones will remember.” “The stones keep what they receive consistently,” she nods. “You’re giving them that now.” She looks at the sheet. “Do you want a word from me?” I look at her. “Yes. One.” I show her the sentence beneath the title. “Is it right like this?”

Something that has been waiting for too long to be set free. My knees weaken. Kael catches me before I fall. “I don’t remember all of them,” I whisper. The hum answers me. More names begin carving. Not one. Not two. But three at once. The sound of stone splitting echoes like distant thunder. I press my palm against the nearest stone, desperate to slow it. “Stop,” I plead. The stone is warm beneath my touch. It doesn’t feel hostile or violent. Just full. Full of grief, weight, and full of… me.

While Robert was calling on the elites, Blake was deep into his meditative state in his mind palace, looking over the glowing stones for anything containing arrays and formations that could help his quest to the Inner World. The knowledge here was massive, and it took him a while to sort it all out before he came upon a stone with the information he sought. Placing his aura around it, the stone turned into five books, each more advanced than the last, from intermediate to highly advanced. His attention became more profound when he noticed where these books came from. High Heaven Sect was written on the inlay of the cover, and it seemed familiar to him as he went through the basic book first

And inside the chest was the first enchantment book I had held in my entire life. "The stone that calls the moon." Sam and I said at the same time. That was the title of the book. And it contained a single paragraph written in a strange language. The book had more than a hundred pages, but only the first one had something written on it. I needed no one to tell me what the book was for or what the write-up was. "You are to summon the moonstone with this?" Sam asked, but I could tell he didn't need an answer. He knew we had gotten what we wanted.

“I can't do my shopping here, I have to do it in Dubai city.” I spoke to Demola. “my Diamond.” I spoke excitedly. “You mean, I’m not your gold? Why Diamond?” Demola asked in curiosity. “Well, I love diamond rings and diamond is a precious jewel and goes with your name. Diamond, I believe means, not comparable. It is a gemstone that sparkles. And you, my love, is my Diamond. Happy now?” he started humming: do re mi fa so la ti do; do ti fa so la mi re do. Shaking his head and enjoying his music. Then I knew he approved my calling him Diamond. When he was done singing, I was watching in amusement.

Somewhere in a grove no one could map, a book lay open on a flat stone its pages blank save for a single line, written not in ink, but pressed with intention: “Here is where we did not speak and still, the world listened.” A wind turned the page. Then left it open for the next to come.

"Earliest I can get clearance for." "Fine," I said. At nine o'clock exactly he walked me down. I went straight to the Stone City history section. Third shelf from the bottom. Four books from the left. The dark green spine with faded gold lettering. I pulled it out. Carried it to the reading table. Sat down. Opened it. I didn't go straight to the footnotes. I started from the beginning. Read properly. The way the book deserved to be read. The dry academic prose that described Stone City's criminal architecture in the early years before it became what it was now.

Looking at their surrounding, there was a fire furnace burning profusely as if something was added to it, as they kept incarnating the spell book on the ground in front of the furnace lifted itself from the ground and gradually started turning pages on it own and soon a particular page tore out from the book and fell inside the furnace of fire, immediately the piece of book burnt down the fire quenched and the two women opened their eyes. The person she recognized to be the owner of her body bent over to the furnace and picked up a substance that appeared inside the furnace. She smiled and said "The greatest dark stone." Then the portal closed… Yvonne turned around when she heard someone's f