Feral Dreamstone Novels & Stories

He knew that the desert still held countless challenges, but for now, he had found a reprieve—a fragile haven in the midst of unforgiving terrain. As the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting long shadows across the dunes, Miller decided it was time to continue his journey. With newfound determination, he shouldered his backpack and set his sights on the distant horizon. The desert had tested him, but he was resolved to press on, driven by the hope of reuniting with his daughter, Beverly, in the perilous world of Omaha's werewolves.

She winked at Lin, intentionally pushing Hunter’s buttons. The guy scowled, clenching his fist. “Enough with the games. Let’s focus on finding the Diamond Stone.” The baby blue-eyed girl leaned in some more, her tone more serious. “The Diamond Stone is hidden deep within the Heart of the Mirage, a mystical oasis in the heart of the desert. But be warned, its guardians are ancient and powerful.” Lin glanced at Hunter, their shared secret suddenly exposed. “How do we face these guardians? And the mate bond, why do you think we share one?”

I hadn’t even noticed him come in. “You’re not doing this,” he said. “I have to.” “You don’t. He’s not your responsibility. He’s nothing to you.” “He’s dying,” I said flatly. Steve stepped closer, lowering his voice. “You mark him, and it’s for life. You think your father will approve? You think his pack will? He’s an omega. His own father tossed him out. What do you think that means?” I held his stare. “I think it means I’m the only one who won’t.”

She had the most terrible nightmare and even though she was already awake, she was still very frightened. Maybe it was because it was late at night when she listened to Adrian's report, but she had dreamt of the vision her brother said the seer had told. The dream had been so vivid and it felt like she was there. She had seen the werewolves in the valley, she had seen them all burn and she had been filled with terror when she laid eyes on the green eyed man. Even she didn't get to see his face and even though she was now awake, she could still feel his terrifying aura.

“He survived it. He survived her. He survived the fact that you let this happen under your watch—and now you want to punish him for breathing?” Silence. Then the twin on the right leaned forward, dark eyes trained on us like he’d been waiting for the chance to speak. “I don’t see the point in punishing someone for staying alive,” he said, voice smooth, expression tight. “He was stalked. Drugged. Targeted. Set up by his own mate. Just because a rejected mate went feral doesn’t mean Mr Adams should carry her crimes.” He turned to his brother, then flicked a glance at the councilwoman beside them. Smirked. The kind of grin that could talk people out of secrets or into bed.

“Silas! Who are you to barge in? “This is my home. I can sue you for trespassing on private property!” Spotting me, Andrew shouted angrily. Not even giving him attention, I searched every room in the apartment. However, Ethan was nowhere to be found. My expression turned grim. Andrew and Crystal looked pretty smug for themselves. “I told you it’s Karma clapping back, and you won’t believe me. “Do you still think I’d keep that worthless brat in my home?” Andrew crowed. Letting out a scoff, Crystal threatened, “Wire a million bucks to Andrew and me now.

That lone strength kept me going then, and it’s all I got now to reach him. “Jerry!” I call, my voice echoing in the dream. I feel him, scared, hiding somewhere dark—maybe a warehouse again. His heart’s racing, that alpha mark glowing in my mind, pulling him toward danger. I need to guide him, but how? The bloodstone’s hum gets louder, and I see it—a map, carved in stone, hidden in the wolf room. It’s got lines, symbols, pointing to where the stone’s power lives. If Jerry finds it, he’ll know what to do.

They quickly began to climb down. “He’s going to be really mad,” Katalea laughed. “But what did you actually drop?” “Oh it was a bloodstone, there were quite a few in there… just not this one,” and he pulled out the enormous green stone. “It's really hard to conceal it in my feline form so I am going to stay human. Are you ready?” Katalea felt the power rise in her, she could feel Kaya with her now too. Narrowing her eyes, she focused on the earlier vision she had sent her friends. She called the full earthquake. The mountain and all its weight dropped on Hassan. Nothing but dust emerged.

“It holds the last pure will not yet touched by legacy. Guard it with blood. Or it will call to those who would burn the world anew.” The wind howled again, and Lureya faded into ash. Maera’s voice was barely audible. “She was never resting. She was warning.” Xavier reached beneath the scorched remnants of the throne. His hand closed around a black stone, its core pulsing red like a heartbeat. He held it up. “The Emberstone,” Ceres breathed. A quake shook the chamber. Smoke burst from the cracks. The walls trembled. Kato burst into the chamber, blade drawn. “Something else woke with her. We have to move. Now.”

She just needed an exchange for something far better. The Relic Vault was far more magnificent than she had imagined. They were Rows and rows of enameled goblets, jeweled daggers, crystal urns. They tempted her greedy eyes to carry them all and she wished she’d brought a sack. At last, she settled for a sunfire medallion, alongside other small trinkets she could slip into her satchel. She held the satchel up with a grin. She was finally ready for another day at the Academy. “Let’s see who’s laughing when I trade these for Zuri’s Moonweave Boots now.”