Feral Dreamstone Novels & Stories

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.”

"Everyone into the hollow! Now!" The Feral Six worked in a synchronized blur, not as players on ice, but as Emergency Responders. Kael used his forge-fire to create a wall of steam that deflected the freezing rain. Jax and Cole zipped through the crumbling camp, literally carrying children and the elderly to the safety of the stone cavern. Elara stood at the entrance, her Absolute Zero forming a protective "Ice-Gate" that reinforced the stone against the howling gale. The Morning After: The Lesson of the Stone

“That’s not how the bond works. Fate chose you. And I don’t fight fate.” The SUV slowed as we approached the forest. Through the tinted window, the human world slipped away — the streets, the people, my mother’s face flashing in my mind one last time — replaced by towering black pines and endless shadows. I pressed my forehead to the glass, trying to breathe, trying not to cry again. “I don’t want this,” I whispered. “You will,” Brock said simply. --- The SUV finally pulled through massive iron gates etched with the crescent moon symbol. Guards bowed as the car entered. My stomach twisted. This wasn’t just a house. It was a fortress. A prison.

"Getting in was the hard part. The Falls, the blood seal, the Golem. The Vault assumes that anyone who makes it this far is worthy." I placed my hands on the box. It was warm to the touch. I lifted the lid. Inside, resting on black velvet, was a gemstone the size of a fist. It was ruby red, faceted perfectly. But inside the stone, something seemed to move. A liquid, swirling darkness. It pulsed like a living organ. The Crimson Heart. The legendary amplifier stone capable of enslaving a continent. "We have it," I said, closing the lid and latching it. "Ashren, carry it. Do not touch the stone directly. It feeds on skin contact."

~Valeria~ The Lunar Spirit Stone was sitting on this pedestal like it was waiting for someone to yoink it. Glowing all silver and alluring, about the size of my fist, looking way less dramatic than I expected for something we almost died fifty times to find. So this is it. The thing Dad's life depends on. A shiny rock. I reached for it and my hand was shaking like I'd chugged five energy drinks. The closer I got, the brighter it glowed, reacting to me like it knew I was coming.

Zyren said, his voice careful. "The vessel was not the right soul," Caelum corrected. "The stone knew it the moment contact was made. It withdrew rather than burn someone who was not meant for it." He looked at Mia. "It has not withdrawn from you." "It has done the opposite," Mia said. "Yes." He studied her. "Which is why I rode three territories in the dark. Because the last time the stone moved at this speed, the people who have been hunting it for twenty years felt it. They have instruments. Calibrated over two decades specifically to detect heartstone activity at this frequency." He met her eyes. "They know it is waking. They know it is in a vessel. They are moving."

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.

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.