Feral Dreamstone Novels & Stories

He breathed heavily for a while before relaxing and then a slow smile spread on his red stained lips as shadows moved around him like obedient puppies waiting for their master’s instructions. “Interesting,” he murmured. “Well, I shouldn’t be surprised. My dear Kayla, I should have known that you are too strong to be rattled by just a minor threat. In fact, your power and strong character were the traits that caught my attention in the first place. You are making me more and more interested in you now…” He turned away from the moonlight, blending into the darkness once more. He smirked as he thought of the beautiful Kayla Xanders, the Feral Assassin, the only wolf in history to have ever mana

I felt like I wanted to die. My cousin was the living version of a witch. She was cruel, manipulative, and vicious. Yet despite all of that, she has a literal dream life. Parents that care about her, friends, a fated mate, and my mother’s jewelry. I could feel the sobs rising in me that refused to be stamped down. I tried deep breathing to calm myself, but nothing was helping. I don’t want to live anymore. I have no future. The Moon Goddess has forsaken me. My parents died in this very park so it would be fitting if I did as well.

They were trying to bribe the Prime-Link into compliance. I looked at the little girl in the sundress. She walked toward me, her small hand reaching out. For a second, I wanted to take it. I wanted to go back to 1998. I wanted to forget the Reapers, the Blood Moon, and the weight of the world. But then, I felt a vibration in the obsidian dais. *Thump-thump. Thump-thump.* It wasn't my heart. It was the **Stone**. Fenris’s statue had been shattered, but his essence—the "Lock"—was still here. And it was reacting to the Arbiters.

"Give me the Moonstone's location, and the killing stops. Refuse, and by the time Dante finds you, there won't be a Council left to come home to." "I don't know where it is!" "Then figure it out." He headed for the door. "Your dreams will guide you. They always do. Use them. Find the Moonstone. Or watch the werewolf world burn." The door slammed, leaving me in darkness again. *** That night—or what I thought was night in this windowless hell—the dreams came. But they were different this time. Stronger. More vivid. I saw the temple clearly—massive stone structure overgrown with ancient trees, hidden in a forest so old the trees themselves remembered when wolves first learned to shift. The tem

I focused on Aiden Stone, picturing his face in my mind—hard features, cold eyes, the face of the man who’d tried to kill the woman I loved. “Connect to Aiden Stone,” I whispered to the crystal. “Alpha of the Stone Pack.” The crystal began to glow, first a soft white, then brighter and brighter until I had to squint to look at it. The light pulsed like a heartbeat, reaching out across the distance between the Dark Lands and wherever Stone was. We waited. The room was silent except for breathing and the distant howls of shadow wolves. Every warrior watched the crystal, waiting to see if Stone would answer.

“There is… one way to test it. A Dreaming Stone. It allows a mother to see the lineage of her unborn child through ancestral memory.” Callum’s expression hardened. “That magic is ancient. Dangerous.” “But truthful,” Varion said. “Unless you have something to hide.” Lily stepped forward before Callum could speak again. “I’ll do it.” He turned sharply. “Lily.....” “If this is what it takes to protect our child… then yes.” Varion’s silver mask tilted slightly, as if pleased. “Very well. The rite begins tonight.” --- The Dreaming Stone pulsed with eerie blue light.

Are you willing to be so blind to this that you won't notice what's right in front of. *You thought the mate bond with Gavin was the real thing! What makes you think...* *It's because I now know that Gavin's was fake that I can tell Lucas is our real mate!* *That's a lie! You'd say that because you just want a mate! You're...* *Don't forget I was there with you, Adrienne.* Snow's voice had turned cold, no longer the soothing one she had used before. *I'm feral now because of what happened. You're not the only one that suffered.*

It was hand crafted and took a year to complete. It is my 18th birthday today, which means tonight I will find my mate. I can’t help but think of an intruder I met in the forest, should I inform the guards about the strange incident. No, I won't, that will only cause more problems for me. If my dad discovers that one of the Silverback packs attacked us yesterday, he might hand me over to Peter right before the feast, and I plan to escape today after the feast. "Come on Lydia, let's go downstairs," Mel said, stretching her hands to me. I smiled softly and took her hands in mine. I heard my father's voice from behind as we walked downstairs.

"The Feral King wants a True Luna to open his gate? Fine. I’ll give him exactly what he wants. But he’s going to find out that the daughter of the 'Traitor' knows exactly how to break a vessel." ​She reached into her tunic and pulled out the obsidian shard Marda had given her. She didn't look at the path behind her. She looked at the purple light in the distance. ​"Kaelen," she whispered into the bond, sending her voice through the cold, dark static. "Hold on. I’m coming to take you back." ​Deep in the distance, a silver spark flickered in the purple pillar. The King was still fighting. ​