Nightmare Stone Novels & Stories

Glaring at Ethan, he opened his mouth wide and screamed, and on his tongue, another eye appeared, a bloodshot eyeball protruding from the saliva-drenched pink flesh. It was staring straight at me. With a cry, I scrambled back towards Ethan, my limbs choosing that exact moment to turn to jelly. 'You!' the Erelim boomed at Ethan. 'Thief! Traitor! Hell-Hell-Hell-Hell. ' Snarling, Ethan pushed at the air with an insurmountable force and the Erelim, as huge as he had now become, was pushed backwards, sent flying right off his feet. With another twist of his hand, Ethan pulled and the walls of collected jumble just inside the room collapsed with an almighty crash, piles of debris sealing the Ereli

" I said. "Only this," he said. He reached into his cloak with a hand that shook slightly with age and produced a small object. A stone. The twin of the stone Mara Nightmoon had left in the ruins where Nerissa had first touched the bloodline. Two stones. One for the carrier,one for the anchor. He held it out toward the twins. Aldric against my chest reached out one small hand. And closed his fist around it. The stone pulsed once. The same color as the Mark.

Stone had taken it last night, and he clearly had no intention of leaving it where I could reach it. I sat up slowly in the giant bed, rubbing the sleep from my eyes with the backs of my hands. That was when I realized Stone was already wide awake. He was standing perfectly still by the large wall of windows on the far side of the room. He was wearing nothing but a pair of loose, low-slung gray sweatpants. His broad, massive chest and thick arms were completely bare, showing off every single line of his dark, intricate tattoos. His arms were crossed tightly over his chest as he stood there silently, watching the club compound down below.

Something was glowing from his chest. I blinked in confusion, yanking at the buttons of his shirt. He didn't try to stop me, and when I ripped his shirt open, I was greeted by the sight of a stone dangling from the necklace around his neck. It was an icy blue stone. It shimmered dangerously, pulsing with tremendous power. My eyes widened. Was this it? Was this the moonstone? The price for my mother's death? I reached out for it, and he grabbed my hand to stop me. Baring my fangs at him, I attempted to twist out of his hold, but I was too drunk and too unstable.

' He waited for her smile that didn't come. He closed his eyes, his mind racing back to that first night—the neon hum of the motel sign, the damp fog clinging to the pavement, and the terrified girl behind a locked door who had finally chosen to trust him. He was back there now, mentally knocking on the wood of her consciousness, begging her to turn the deadbolt. But as the tears fell from his face onto her cheeks, they simply pooled there, unmoving. There was no change. The Elemental Stone in her chest swirled in its perfect, cruel harmony, mocking him with its celestial balance while the woman who owned it was miles away, wandering a phantom hallway.

The bearded middle-aged man brandishing a large stick forcefully addressed me. Through the screen door, I replied to him while faking boldness, "I never stole anything from anyone. Tell whoever sent you that I don't have any stolen stone they think that I might be keeping." "You better hide, bitch. Because the next time you see me, you will be vomiting blood. And I'd advise you to go to Beast Land because that will be the only place we wouldn't foolishly come for that stone." Threats turned into my nightmares. I couldn't sleep a wink. With the last human I had as a boyfriend then, I was able to hide pretty well.

Without protection, a vampire could compel any human close to me and I could be compelled, too. Raven closed her eyes as she held my hand and extended her other hand over the stones. "Siramacha brenach bondagia compage, siramacha brenach bondagia compage, siramacha brenach bondagia compage." She opened her eyes, clearly drained. She reached down and picked up one of the stones, placed it in my hand, then curled my fingers around it. "Make sure to carry this with you at all times." I nodded and looked down at the stone. I could definitely see why it was called Bloodstone. It looked like blood had been splashed into a sea of green, then frozen into a stone.

I repeated, and licked my lips, feeling like all moisture in my body had deserted me. “I am Stone, first of his name, and next in line to the crown of Acanthus, Prince of the Night Keep. I am a ruler of night and darkness, and I am your owner. I have looked for you for decades. I have waited for you longer. I’m tired of waiting.”

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

Valerie said as she shuddered. "Yeah. Well, let me get back out there while these are cooking. Don't worry, Val, I'll be careful if that guy comes back in here." "Alright, girl. I'll talk to you later." Tabitha wasn’t going to tell Valerie about the dreams involving Mark. Those were the real nightmares. They had evolved from just him raping her after being with the man she couldn’t see. There were several where he forced himself on her. She shuddered as she thought about those. That was part of her past that she didn’t care to remember.