Feral Dreamstone Novels & Stories

Kai said, squeezing his eyebrows together waiting for me to clarify. “Yes. I don’t know if you two have heard about the terminal stone, but recently this folklore has also surfaced. My father just told me about it. He said that he received information that the stone may be what Thane has been searching for. The strength of the stone is unknown, but it is said that a wolf that connects with the stone can wield the power of the dragon. It is said that this power could bring destruction all over the world. Life as we know it would be changed forever.” Tanner had a look of shock on his face. “I haven’t heard of this terminal stone before.” I nodded.

Sweat glides across my forehead like cooking oil in a pan. Tears rain down from my eyes. Santiago doesn’t move. He just holds me tight. I look at him deadpan in the eye. “Have I woken the entire pack house?” “No, our floor is just the two of us and soundproofed. Do you want to talk about your nightmare?” I tell him the details of my dream and about the healing gemstone that Jesse is after. “He thinks I know about this thing and that it will cure his infertility. It’s the reason he accepted our mate bond and pursued me in the first place.”

This is also how the Stones' got their names, once only called by their first names. The Stones' considered themselves as conquerors, the ones who came and attacked a village by night with the help of dragon-folks and tricking them after. Nightwing is said to still be in Desolation. As long as the stone is still whole, so will his heart be.) Feeling her eyes closing down, Catori made an indentation to mark where she finished reading, tuck the book under her pillow and went to bed. She had a pleasant dream that night of Rydstorm. Though she didn't know his name as yet.

My mind trying so hard to connect the dots to why this female looked so damned familiar to me. "But some, a select few, are good at tricking fate, so it tips in their favour without upsetting the balance. Balor Bloodstone is one of those select few, Alora. He saw a future he didn't like and made sure to change it, not just for you but also for his family." "I don't get why you're telling me this. What does the Hellstone have to with why I am here now?" She gave me a soft smile, placing her hand on my arm. Her touch was surprisingly cold, not matching the warm aura she radiated.

"The attack isn't physical! Get out!" Jax holstered his weapon and retreated, closing the heavy door. Ethan held her. He rocked her back and forth, stroking her damp hair, whispering meaningless words of comfort in her ear. But inside, he was ice cold. He reached for the bond. It was frayed. Battered. It felt like she had been dragged through broken glass. He got in, Ethan realized with a sickening jolt. The Heart-Stone allows him to Dream Walk. He looked at the walls. The reinforced steel. The magical wards Beatrice had spent days weaving. They were useless. They stopped bullets and spells, but they couldn't stop a connection forged by blood and hatred.

Except my paranoia had been right before. My fingers brushed over the scar on my wrist—an old reminder of the one night I didn’t walk fast enough, the one night I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. I barely remembered the attack, just flashes of dark fur, claws, the taste of blood in my mouth. The doctors said it had been a wolf, a rare rogue sighting near town. I’d believed them. Until the dreams started. Every night since then, I woke up breathless, my skin burning, my body aching in ways I couldn’t explain. Like something inside me was stretching, trying to break free.

The stone amplified his howl into a protective ward around the crew, a bright, uncontained energy that filled the air with life and the thrill of discovery. Lucas approached hesitantly, his movements a bright, vivid presence that filled the space with life and the thrill of the unknown. He placed his hand on a jade stone, the touch a sharp, uncontained force that filled the air with life and the thrilling promise of discovery. The stone glowed, revealing his latent healing abilities when a nearby wounded sanctuary creature limped toward him and was healed by his touch, a wild, living energy that filled the space with life and the thrill of the unknown. Remus connected with an amber stone, th

Like a shadow emerging from the depths, his awareness had grown, a realization that I harbored intentions of coaxing her to my allegiance. It was a revelation that sent shivers down my spine, a reminder of the intricate web of intrigue that encircled us. Fenrir, with her own motives veiled in mystery, had desires that centered on a precious goal - the elusive tanzanite stone. The mere thought of it conjured images of a jewel gleaming with iridescent hues, tucked away from prying eyes.

A medium sized, opal colored gem. Before Kendra could voice out her confusion, the Witch explained. “It’s a summoning stone, you can use it to reach out to me when you need my help,” She said, squeezing her arm slightly. “May Selene be with you child, and open up yourself to your mate— let him in, before it’s too late.” Her ominous words rang in Kendra’s ears long after the portal had closed, but she did her best to forget about it. Now, where was Dnakle exactly?

Drake and Lyca, their two comrades, were already there, their faces etched with grim determination. “We have them," Lady Susan announced, her voice echoing in the cavernous space. She held up three gleaming stones, their surfaces pulsating with otherworldly energy. Drake and Lyca's eyes widened in recognition. "The stone spirits of the werewolf god supreme," Drake breathed, his voice filled with awe. With reverence, they placed the stones on a pedestal before a massive statue, its towering form adorned with twelve piercing eyes. The stones emitted a blinding flash of light, momentarily illuminating the hideout with an ethereal glow.