The Green Stone by Graham Phillips & Martin Keatman

Author:Graham Phillips & Martin Keatman
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Megalithica Books
Published: 2019-07-31T04:00:00+00:00

The Green Stone

Then she heard voices, chanting voices. Next the fire, crackling in the night. Burning wood, heavy smoke. She saw them, a huge circle of grey-robed and hooded figures around the fire, inside the ring of stones. The flames cast long shadows around them. A single black-robed figure stepped forward to the fire, a woman with long black hair. It was she. The leader.

The woman threw back her arms and head, shouting aloud into the night. The coven responded. She chanted again, reaching out, stretching and clawing at the sky like a cat.

Light. A sickly orange light tore away the darkness above her. She shrieked in ecstasy. The coven chanted in response.

Marion knew that the force of pure evil would manifest through the woman in physical form. She felt the Stone pulsating, throbbing in her hand. A shape began to form in the orange light, a huge winged mass. Then came a cry, a cry of triumph from the manifestation. The woman screamed, her cries merging with the demon’s.

The Stone burned into Marion’s hand. She had to stop it. Use the Stone. She felt the power growing within her, her spirit body overflowing with energy. Concentrating her entire force of will against the fiery abomination, she felt an immense shock jar her body. It was turning on her. There followed a brief moment of struggle. It was too powerful. It could overcome all that was directed towards it. She knew she could not destroy the evil by force, it thrived on such actions. She must return its own malefic intent. Use the Stone to reflect its power. Light burst round Marion as she held the Stone before her. The abomination recoiled. Enveloped in an intense whiteness it gave a final embittered cry and was gone. The woman sank to her knees, bathed in white light. Then she ran in terror. The power of the witch coven and their priestess was at last broken. The demon was gone.

Marion woke from the strange sleep and blinked up at them. She relaxed and smiled.

‘It’s all over,’ she said, sighing with exhaustion. ‘We have done it. We’ve won. Now we can rest.’

The force had lost its power over the Warwickshire coven. (5) That night they all believed the evil had finally been destroyed. But in reality it had lost only the first battle. Now it had an advantage, for at last it was aware of its opponents.

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