Feral Dreamstone Novels & Stories

My jaw dropped as I looked carefully at the image of the stone. The same stone, encased in my mother's locket, was not just a beautiful gem; it was a legendary artifact with mystical properties. The Arctic stone, described in the book as a legendary gem, possessed mystical properties. It could grant unparalleled power to its possessor, but the condition was as extraordinary as the stone itself – a single drop of essence from every existing supernatural species. The revelation left me breathless, my mind swirling with questions about my mother's possession.

If she didn't stop, she would burn out before the Triad even had a chance to touch her. "Sofia! Look at me!" Phuwin roared, stepping into the path of the violet light. "You are killing yourself! The Stone! Think of the Stone! You can't get it if you're dead!" (SOFIA QUISPE’S POINT OF VIEW) The word "Stone" hit her like a bucket of ice. It was the only thing that could anchor her, the only thing that could stop the hunger and the fire. She saw the vision of the Faerie Heartstone—the jagged, pulsing rock in Zilo’s basement. She needed it. Not for power, not for the Covens, but to be human again.

said Farida. “Sure,” replied Erin, handing the stone and pouch back to Farida for safekeeping. She couldn’t shake the feeling that there might be an element of truth in Devon’s story about the stone. It may all sound somewhat woo-woo to Farida, especially the bit about werewolf ancestors since she was human, but for Erin, it was believable. Her werewolf ancestry thrived on legends and many of them were true, so this story about the dream stone might just be legit after all. She made a mental note to ask her sister-in-law, Aubrey, about it later tonight at the Full Moon Feast.

Samantha accepted. “Xador will seek to destroy the three stones that threaten his existence- Zoe’s Red Stone, Tyson’s Blue Opal, and Ty’s Green Rock Stone. Don’t deny it boy, I know you are the guardian and have hid it well. I propose you carry all three and use these stones to fuel your spirit energy to fight off Xador. You will be facing an Imperial Dragon’s soul so you shall be needing a lot of fuel to harness your own spirit animal’s energy without weakening,” Nyssa chalked out the plan.

Samantha accepted. “Xador will seek to destroy the three stones that threaten his existence- Zoe’s Red Stone, Tyson’s Blue Opal, and Ty’s Green Rock Stone. Don’t deny it boy, I know you are the guardian and have hid it well. I propose you carry all three and use these stones to fuel your spirit energy to fight off Xador. You will be facing an Imperial Dragon’s soul so you shall be needing a lot of fuel to harness your own spirit animal’s energy without weakening,” Nyssa chalked out the plan.

I ask. "Yes." "What do you do with the sacrifice?" The man stares at me like this is a question he hasn't heard before. Maybe he hasn't. I wait. I've spent eighteen hours walking in a hot, deserted desert. I can wait. "They join the dreamers," he says finally. "The dreamers?" "Those who dream us here," he says. I shake my head. This is going nowhere. Then I remember the blue stone. I reach into my pocket and pull out the cloth-wrapped bundle with the stone. It feels like the man and the torchbearers are holding their breath. As I unwrap the stone they exhale and I know exactly how they feel.

“Santiago, Matteo. Both strong basketball players. Both very loyal. Both so very dead if they get in my way.” A tremor crawled up my spine. “I saw how they touched her,” he added with a smirk in his tone. “How they touched her, so intimate and vulnerable. It's clear you all share a mate bond. And It would be such a shame if everyone else saw that video too.” “Don’t–” My voice broke again. “Don’t do this.” “You have just 24 hours,” he said. “Return to the pack, work under me again, or lose everything you seem to care about.”

Its jaw was elongated, rows of yellowed fangs dripping with fresh deer blood. "You smell like a domesticated pet hiding in the weeds," the feral scout rasped, its eyes black and vacant. "We can smell her. The white moon child. She is blooming inside the stone walls. Her heart is going to taste like starlight." In a blinding blur of motion, I dropped from the branch. My claws clamped around the feral’s throat with bone-crushing force, slamming the creature hard against the jagged stone bank of the stream. "You talk too much for a dead animal," I whispered, my grip tightening until its throat cartilage groaned. "Who gave you her coordinates? Who cleared the southern paths for you? Give me a na

“But they are not simple hunters. They are fanatics. They were founded centuries ago to wipe out the Bloodborn. They believe the Bloodborn bloodline is a curse.” A shiver ran down Kane’s spine. “And if they have returned,” Adrian continued, “it means they know exactly who you are.” Kane stepped closer to the symbol. Something about it made her skin prickle. Then she noticed another object nestled between the rocks. A small black stone. She reached for it. “Kane, wait,” Adrian said sharply. But it was too late. The moment her fingers brushed the stone, a surge of silver light shot through her palm. The forest around her blurred. The world spun. And a vision slammed into her mind with terrifyi