Lord Stone Skyrim Novels & Stories

“I won’t let anyone take you.” But somehow I know I’m running out of time. Sooner or later, someone will find out the truth. That I’m not just marked by the Alpha of Moonstone… but carrying his heir. And if that dream meant anything at all, Skull , whoever he is won’t stop until he takes what he wants. The sky darkens and the thunderstorm becomes louder by the minute and the storm doesn’t let up. ….. Rain hammers the Ridge Pack compound for the rest of the day. Thunder rumbles above like the growl of a beast watching from the clouds.

He leaned down to whisper in my ear. "I'm fine," I replied. How did I go about explaining that his people seemed to hate me? We got to the end of the small settlement, where a large house stood. Alexander suddenly grabbed my waist and set me down from the horse gently, then he followed suit and came down. "Welcome to the Moon Stone pack." Alexander murmured, his eyes on me, and I forced a smile. I certainly didn't feel welcome.

I looked at the sky. The grey mist of the North was being torn apart. Not by the wind, but by light. A second sun was rising over the Granite Peaks. It was too bright, too hot, and it carried the sound of a thousand screaming hawks. "The Shroud is broken," Liora gasped, her face turning to ash in the new light. "The Sun-Pack is here." From the golden clouds above, a shape descended. It was a man riding a hawk the size of a carriage. He wore armor made of dragon-glass and carried a spear that dripped liquid fire.

"Or it will be disbanded. The time for political maneuvering is over. We are at war." He walked towards the commander, his stride long and purposeful. "I need you to do something for me, Roric. Something that does not leave this room." "Anything, Your Majesty." "Find me a map of the old mountain clans. The eastern territories, beyond Silver Creek. I need to know every pass, every trail, every hidden valley between here and Stonehearth." Roric stared at him, his eyes wide with a dawning, terrifying realization. "Stonehearth? That's Lyra's land. That's a week's ride through the most treacherous terrain in the kingdom."

“If you came here for me, then say your reason, don’t hide behind riddles.” Malrik studied her for a long, weighted silence. Finally, he lowered his gaze in something almost like reverence. “I came because the world is shifting. The hunters you face, the whispers of war are not the root. They are symptoms and you, Raven Blackthorne… are the storm they fear.” Her chest constricted violently. “What do you mean?” But before Malrik could answer, another voice sliced in. “Don’t listen to him.” Lyandra Draikos. She had slipped in through the gates unnoticed, her blonde hair catching the firelight, her emerald eyes gleaming with malice. Unlike her step brother, she was a wolf and her aura was sharp

Skye opened his eyes and carefully lifted his head, peering around us into the night. “What's out there?” He asked in a whisper. “I don't know.” I replied. “The silence woke me. It could be anything. Mountain lion, one of the Shaded Paws Pack, even…” Icy dread seeped into my veins, and I shivered. “Even what?” Skye pressed closer to my side. “Lykaon.” The word crept from my thoughts as if even thinking about the cursed being would summon it from the shadows.

We forge documents, I grow my hair like hippies, and you, on the contrary, shave it off. - What-o-o? - I already choked on the air, coughed, - Damn you, Lyoshka! - No, - he jumped up and dodged my hand, but it's a pity that his bad head just wanted to crack, - Damn it with people, werewolves have naraki. - What's the difference! - she jumped up, opened and immediately closed her mouth, realizing that he was taking the conversation in the other direction. - Maximum until mid-spring.

Straightening in my seat, I addressed them coolly, "Welcome to Raewavell. I am eager to hear your petitions to claim rulership over the Kingdom of Lunaria. The people of Lunaria are here as witnesses—they will be the ones you lead." "I hail from House Moonstone, esteemed as the firstborn son and the foremost warrior of our kingdom. The lineage of Moonstone intertwines deeply with the history of Lunaria, spanning generations of steadfast loyalty and valor in our realm's chronicles." A young lad wearing black and white emblem on him continued, "I am Luke Moonstone. I would gladly lead Lunaria Kingdom and take this responsibility as my first priority." "Aren't you a little too young? How many b

Dalia Grey Vision Nordic lands 650 B.C Bjørn Stormrider was returning from his viking raids and like every other drakkar he had a longship full of loot from his pillagings and an unrelenting hitched to be buried once again in the arms of his wife and daughter

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?