Feral Dreamstone Novels & Stories

"The watcher is the light. The stone is the foundation. We are the ones who stay." The flowers pulsed—gold and silver together—and the watcher's attention was soft and warm. The stone beneath them hummed with a deep, steady resonance. Yes, the watcher said. You are my witnesses. My keepers. My garden. And the stone is my heart. --- That night, Mira dreamed of the stone's beginning. There was no bench in the dream, no garden, no Academy. There was only stone—a vast, grey plain stretching to every horizon. The watcher was not there yet. Nothing was there yet. Only the stone, patient and silent.

It's been twenty hours, thirty six minutes and five seconds since the headmaster asked me about our district's stone. The Trait Stone . According to the legends, that stone is what empowers the citizens of a district. That's why if you're parents are from district 3 then you must be born on that district as well. And if you don't then there will be complications. Our ancestors said that the stone will grant you a trait the moment you're born. That's why we're born to have traits.

drew it is because I had brought her here before. You see Kara is special, you see. Have you ever heard of the Moon Stone Atlas?" "Yes, but I was told it was a myth and that it didn't really exist." "Oh, it is very real and it is here on your property deep within your mountain chain." I looked at her stand and she just chuckled at me. "You see Atlas, Kara is special because she has been chosen to be the next Moon Stone guardian." I looked at her shocked, "The next Moonstone guardian?" I asked. She looked at me and smiled and continued, "She will be our race's savior. She will be quite powerful once she comes into her full powers and will be sought after by those who want to do us harm. She

Feral released the guardian and on being released the little creature walked towards Genad solemnly whilst clutching Feral's garments tightly like a treasure. Biting into his finger fiercely, a drop of red liquid rolled down his right cheek as his finger bled slightly. Stretching out his bleeding finger, he pressed it unto the pearl and Feral watched in awe as the blood circulated from the pearl throughout the carved art until it was completely filled up. And then it happened. A heavy tremor shook through the cave sending a jittering through Feral's bones, his eyes spun as he stumbled along with the tremor like a drunkard and in the process crossed his legs together throwing himself to the g

But she was aware they could eat her alive. The white wolf stared down at them. It howled, and the other two scrambled up, going back from the coming way. ' Was this the reason for Dylan's concern? But it can't be. It's just a coincidence. ' Weird part! It was looking familiar but not from the dream. " Jasmine, " She recognized the voice and looked at Kami, turning. When she glanced back, it was gone. Her mouth gaped as she stared at the space. She scooted ahead.

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.