Matthew Frost Stonemaker Novels & Stories

Kenny's pov When the hunk of a man asked me for my name I hesitated only for a few seconds, my wolf has been screaming in my head about all four of them being my mates but I ignored her. I couldn't have a mate as I was destined to die after I kill the son of a bitch alpha. She tried to tell me something but I blocked her out, not wanting to get my hopes up of a happier life. That was why I decided to give them my name, I had nothing left to lose. "It's Kenny, Kenny McKenzie alpha of the extinct White Moon pack" I answered him with my head held high and shoulders straight. The shock and disbelief on their faces almost made me laugh, but the sadness of my words stopped that in its track, if I

"Of course it is. To create new allies. Oh child, when will you grow?" I nodded in understanding, exited her bedroom and picked up Cassidy from the office. We made a detour to a flower shop and then made our way to Mr. Hatcher's baker cum house. We arrived there to find throngs of people, mourning. Pushing our way into the house, we found Mrs. Hatcher wailing and one son holding unto her. The son that had been with him to the company gladly welcomed me, accepting the flowers Cassidy handed to him. "Accept Stone Culturist's condolence. We were so saddened by the news. Mr. Hatcher was a wonderful business associate," I drawled out, trying my best to look sad and touched.

On getting to the door, where the raven haired man stood, June realized this was the first time she'd ever really left the Eclipse, she was in a new environment and it fascinated her. "Ah Jason, of course you had a great trip, you look tired though." The raven haired man shook Jason's hand while June watched him. His hair wasn't the only thing that was raven coloured, his aura too matched his hair. There seemed to be a darkness surrounding him, his personality oozed dark mystery. June was piqued. "I assume the rude lady standing beside you is your Luna, eh?" He had a smooth, gruff voice. Jason breathed out a laugh, his discomfort reflected in it. "Yes, she is. This is my mate, June," he sque

One move from her and they were already scattered and spiralling everywhere. She didn’t even look up until she bumped into someone. The latter was rock solid because although Liora was the one who bumped into him, she was the one who was sent metres backwards. She staggered and then raised her head, a familiar face greeting her. Tall. Sharp jawline. Brilliant, Dangerous, Ruthless and a foe. Damien Frost. CEO of Frost Corporation. The Frosts and The Morgans’ were mortal enemies since she could remember. The story was old and ancient and she could barely remember it but she knew that they hated each other in both private and public but sometimes managed to keep up appearances in public.

You know the Fosters. Everyone does. From the beautiful Victorian on the bend. A stone’s throw from the canal. Damon was a policeman, back in the day. Discharged on pension. Went on to become a cardiologist—best one within a reasonable drive. I hear they pay him a fortune.

I commented and then I used both of my hands to pull the white oak stake because there seemed to be some kind of magic wrapping around this white oak stake and preventing me from pulling it out of his chest "This is my mate, mother. Fabian is my mate, stop doing this to my mate." I couldn’t help but swallow my saliva when I heard Lincoln sobbing and pleading with our mother. I let out a deep breath before I gather all my strength and I pulled the white oak stake that was deeply stuck on Fabian's chest.

(Third Person's POV) Alpha King Ethan Stone left the Stone family cemetery after paying his respects to Matriarch Evelyn's grave. The moonstone tombstone glowed faintly in the evening light as he walked away from the sacred grounds. He intended to find Olivia Winters and tell her that Victoria Frost had been arrested by the Northern Territory Enforcers. His amber eyes held a mixture of determination and hope as he considered how to approach his estranged mate. Just as he exited the sacred grounds, his phone rang with an urgent tone. The caller ID showed Dr. Harrison Fletcher's name.

He said. “So do you want to say anything in the final, Mr.Stone?” Reporter asked. Mr.Akash nodded and turned directly towards the camera looking straight and said, “I just want to say that not a single word I said or acted in these few weeks are true. I never wanted to behave like this at all. If I don’t have this reason, I wouldn’t have hurt anyone.” It actually felt like he is looking directly at me and saying this, so I couldn’t help but turn away.

He didn’t belong here, yet he knew exactly how to move through the shadows of Snowridge. “You’re Asha Frostheart, aren’t you?” The voice was low, but carried a note of recognition that sent a chill down her spine. She didn’t respond immediately, but instead assessed the man. His features were sharp, his dark hair and eyes hidden beneath a hood, but the faint outline of a sigil burned on his right arm was impossible to miss. "Who asks?" she said, her tone colder than the blizzard around them. “I am Darian Saithe, Nightwatch Commander,” he said, stepping closer with a measured pace. “I need to speak with you about the Werebeasts.”

The floors were white marble, too clean for my shoes that had just been from the Bronx. “Hello, I’m here to see Mr. Markos Petrakis,” I said to the receptionist when I got there. The receptionist eyed me up and down before giving me a questioning look. You could tell she didn’t believe me. “What’s your name?” “Hazel Thompson.” She clicked a few times on the computer before smiling and getting up. “Derek, the manager, is waiting for you in his office. That is who you will be seeing about your employment.” She said as she gestured at a door on her right.