Nightmare Stone Novels & Stories

"On my collarbone rests something she craves but lacks the bloodline to wear. She isn't strong enough to take it from a true Calloway, so naturally, her only option was to try and break it." The gathered pack members stare at the stone in absolute, stunned silence. "Is that..." "The tear of the Moon Goddess? The ancient pack stone sold at the Nightcrest auction for five hundred million pack credits?!" When Grayson Mercer sees the stone, his hazel eyes widen, his muscular frame locking up in shock. He remembers that auction. Mallory had begged him for that exact stone six months ago. He had offered fifty million credits from the Mercer Family vault to buy it for her, only to be crushed by an

Shut up. A scream woke us just before dawn. We moved instantly. Weapons drawn. The sound came again—female, terrified, human. We raced toward it. Forest blurred. Branches whipped past. Snow exploded under our boots. The scream cut off. A terrible sign. We burst into a clearing and froze. Bodies. Dozens. Scattered across the snow. Not dead. Petrified. Every victim stood frozen, faces locked between terror and shock, as if turned to statues. Cold settled in my stomach. Wrong. Everything felt wrong. Diana approached one carefully, then stepped back. Fear entered her eyes. “What is it?” Her voice was barely a whisper. “A Stone Wraith.” Silence. Auren cursed. The immortal actually cursed. That wa

"High Alpha Nightbane, did your rune stone log the audio vibrations when that rogue blood hunter called your private frequency?" Lucien Nightbane doesn't flinch. His broad, muscular shoulders remain rigid as he stares straight out the carriage window into the bleak darkness of Nightfall Haven. "Every sound was locked into the crimson core," he answers, his voice thick with a deadly, quiet calm. "My scrying stones preserve all vocal frequencies for pack security."

POV Kitty I sighed again and looked at the boy with a smile. "Thanks but I'm happy with Craig." I replied dryly as I leaned into Craig. The boy seemed unbothered and grinned again. "Well, if that ever changes, let me know. My names Stone." he smirked as I felt rage radiating from Craig. {Shut this down, now.} my voice suggested. I looked at Stone, he was built and had brown hair and brown eyes. He was handsome for sure but everything about him screamed cocky player. I could practically see his huge ego. It annoyed me.

And the clock keeps ticking, louder and louder in my head. "Nightbane family history" finally brings up more promising results. A genealogy website shows their family tree going back hundreds of years. Names and dates that mean nothing to me. But one entry catches my attention. "Mordecai Nightbane (1823-1891) - Known collector of supernatural artifacts. Rumored to have possessed one of the last binding stones in North America." My blood turns to ice. The binding stone has been in Ronan's family for generations. Passed down like a deadly heirloom.

I flipped through the pages quickly while I tried to keep my breathing steady, and that was when I saw an entry for something called a Memory Stone, which was described as a rare gem capable of overwriting a person’s reality or erasing specific events from their mind. My heart started to hammer against my ribs as I read the notes in Silas’s handwriting, because he had written about how the stone could be used to create a "perfect rejection" that would feel real to both the Alpha and the mate. I kept searching through the pages until a small, yellowed receipt fell out of the back of the book, and when I picked it up, I saw that it was dated exactly five years ago, which was only two days befo

As he tried to continue his memory flash, the thing that came up in his mind was a quick and haste flash of something else that he saw when he slept before Nightmare decided to haunt him. The music died down and a horrific and tension rising tone played into the scene. The clips suddenly began to rush as they were not in any particular form or arranged manner. He saw just two different things. The first was when he touched the glowing purple-blue stone with a little red tint on its side, the stone of Chaos to be precise and the other was a memory that has been passed down from Maria's grandmother, to Maria herself and to John. A clip with no respect to time revealed, a clip that has no fixe

I could feel it in my bones as we rode closer to the ancient castle. The stone colors in the mountain side changed from a deep brown to a black void. The grass grew darker until it was black in color as we approached the outer castlegrounds. "You're still sure you want to do this?" Gideon asked me, as we approached. I looked at him, and nodded. I was on the seemingly endless search for answers, and I was going to get them. As we got closer to the walls of the outer garden, I could see vines that looked like they were dripping with black ink. I reached out to touch one, only to get my hand slapped down by Gideon. "Don't touch those! You'll be asleep for a century, easily." He told me, realizi

We were all terrified. “But how did you manage to escape from death? We saw how your body crumbled into pieces,” Caya curiously asked out of astonishment. “Thanks to my brother, Lucreo. He let me borrow this stone,” Belphegor spilled, then, he showed to us a warped dark stone. My mouth went agape as I realized what kind of stone it is. That is an umbra stone.

Driven by curiosity, I stuck my index finger to the stone. Surprisingly, the stone suddenly lit up. It released a blinding light the same color as my eyes. My eyes widened as suddenly the stone had images. The images are human like but the heads are of animals. Their eyes are similar to those of the monsters that the Malemyns fight against. What are those people?!