Lord Stone Skyrim Novels & Stories

Nothing. On her second night, she found a cave on a hillside above a narrow river. It was cramped, damp, smelling of stone and something strange she couldn’t name. She curled up in her torn robes at the back and let herself close her eyes. Sleep came fast. But something else found her first. This wasn’t a dream. Dreams fall away when you wake up. This felt like a cold, sharp needle of light straight into her chest. Null root, it said. Interesting. Haven’t seen one in three hundred years.

"So, you are Adeyemi's son?." " Yes sir" I answered in the affirmative. He looked past us, scanning the horizon of Idi-Ori for any black SUVs or unfamiliar bikes. Satisfied for a split second, he unhooked the chain. "Inside. Quickly," he hissed. "And if you are lying... if you are his spies... may the rocks of this land crush you before you leave this town."

But that wasn’t what stole my breath. Standing before us, massive and impossible in the rooftop lights, was a dragon. A silver-scaled, ancient-eyed dragon. Watching us. Calm. “Soren,” I breathed, my voice barely there. “He’s called Obsidian. He’s a friend,” Soren said proudly. “He’s our ride.” Before I could decide if I was hallucinating, he was lifting me onto the creature’s surprisingly comfortable, leathery back. Obsidian shifted, muscles rolling beneath us, and then—with a single, mighty push of his wings—we were airborne.

Back at Nightwind, the sky tore, The Voidchildren surged, Luma led them, her face a radiant mask of broken purity, Behind her, horrors with no names slithered and howled, But Liora stepped from the gate Hands blazing, Eyes burning. And her voice thundered: “This is my realm. You want fire? Burn with me.”

I still felt the ache, but I buried it deep. Eight years of love, two lifetimes of entanglement — it had to end. As I sat there, sinking into grief I couldn’t climb out of, a message alert broke the silence. I picked up my phone. It was from Sienna. [So what if you're the daughter of the Moonfang pack's Alpha, Lorelei? I will make Marcus choose me over and over again!] [Must be tough spending Christmas alone, right? Don't worry. You'll soon get used to this loneliness and despair. Marcus will forever choose to be with me. Wait and see. I'm the future Luna.]

Something unspoken. He cleared his throat and began the ancient rite, his voice low and steady: “I, Alpha Knox Black, Lycan Prince of Wales of the Lycan Kingdom, welcome you, Lydia Michael, into the Blue Moon Pack. You are forever bound—with pain, with blood, and with life—to this pack until you are ready to sever the ties.” Each word pulsed through her like electricity. When they separated, he wiped their hands with a soft cloth. Her throat tightened. Her skin burned. Was this real?

The Heartstone’s Breaking Silence A chilly wind swept through the courtyard of the Moon Temple as Luna stepped outside, clutching her robe more tightly around her shivering form. The night sky above her swirled with streaks of violet light—an echo of the Heartstone’s erratic pulse within the temple. The storm was unnatural. It was responding to her. And it filled her with dread.

Doug/ /We need to get back now. Me/ /Alpha, look at the sky. Peadar/ /Shit, it looks like our Luna might be a tad upset. Niven/ /BACK TO THE PACK HOUSE NOW. ME/ Five of us broke off running full speed back to the pack house. The sky continued to darken as we grew closer. We tore through the rogues sliding to a stop as we reached the pack house. Fredrik was standing there beside Aerian as they held off the rogues. I let out a menacing growl when one of them lunged at her. I stood there mesmerized as I watched her nails turn into claws. Aerain dropped to the ground sliding under the rogue as he flew over her. Her nails raked along his soft underbelly disemboweling him as she went. He hit the g

It didn’t seem remotely connected to anything in her life or even within the bounds of her knowledge. This time, the story had proceeded even further than before. On Alcatraz, Leah and her friends had been attacked by a giant lava dragon from the other world—a balrog, Kai had called it. Leesa recognized the word from The Lord of The Rings books. At the last moment, Leah’s power had finally appeared—she had absorbed the dragon’s fire and turned it back upon the beast, slaying it. The monster’s belly had been filled with eggs, which the soldiers had destroyed. Had the eggs been allowed to hatch, lava dragons would have overrun Earth.

I started explaining, but she interrupted me, saying, “I understand that this marriage is just a compromise for you. I don’t expect you to be excited about it. But, you are the Prince of the Golen land, and you should dress appropriately for dinner.“ I felt a pang of regret at her sad tone, but I couldn’t pretend to be excited either. I let her try different clothes on me. After about trying twenty cloaks, she finally settled on a white one. “This is perfect, Alex. It will match with the white gown I am going to wear.” Then she picked up an intricately woven torc with a huge ruby in the center. Handing it to me, she said, “It is a tradition for Golden shifters to wear torcs on important occa