Nightmare Stone Novels & Stories

Now, I was alone. "Nika..." and there was Kelvin. "Yes?" I answered. "I'm going to head out," he told me. "Are you crazy? It's 1 a.m. Why don't you just spend the night here?" I offered. "I don't know. I—" "I won't take no for an answer," I interrupted firmly. "Okay, fine," he relented with a smile. Kelvin's P.O.V "Miss, to win the prize, you need to throw those darts at the dartboard. If you hit the bullseye, you get that huge teddy bear over there," the shop owner explained, pointing to a massive teddy bear with a heart-shaped logo on its tummy.

"Tell him whatever you think it is best 'cause I won't be showing up. If 'she is asleep' that comes to your mind, say it. Or 'she don't wanna come' it is fine by me, 'she doesn't want to see you' whichever way. I am not just coming." "Okay then." "Thank you as you do so," I plugged my earpiece, then laid back on bed. "Goodnight." **** (No! Whimpering! Darkness! Fire! Tears!) Noo! Not again! I pressed my back against the wall, folded up a leg, then I dug my finger into my hair. This is beyond me mum, dad! I can't handle this all alone. What is the secret behind this nightmare? *** The shadow was moving closer. It was following me all over again. This couldn't be Brad. That was not Brad. So wh

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 explained. She raised her eyebrows. "Do you even know what this is?" I shrugged. "Not really. I know that it's made of a night stone, and Landon said that killing me with it would prevent me from being reborn." "This dagger can kill a soul... but I doubt that it would kill yours," Amanda said. "The night stone has been used for centuries to sort of judge the creatures living in the Dark Realm. Those who were punished by death were killed using the night stone. The legend says that if the soul was as dark as the night stone, it sank into the mineral."

"Did I hit something terrible?" "A special type of Origin Stone Bug that only exists in the uninhabited wasteland near Bolivar. When sleeping at night, its body will be buried in the earth, and its upper body will appear on the surface. It looks exactly like a stone. I just bumped into it, it should be that one. ..” "Huh~ It's just a small Origin Stone Worm, why are you nervous? Razer and I went on a mission before, and we lost count of how many of these Origin Stone Worms we had."

It was a stone, smooth and black, with faint red veins running through it. Sasha recoiled the moment her eyes landed on it. “That’s part of the altar.” Alex nodded. “It’s still radiating energy. We think it’s a fragment of whatever Ronan was trying to unleash.” Ethan snatched the stone from Marcus, his eyes narrowing. “Then we destroy it.” “We tried,” Marcus said grimly. “Nothing works. Fire, claws, even explosives. It’s indestructible.” The stone pulsed faintly in Ethan’s hand, and Sasha felt a jolt of recognition. It was calling to her, whispering in a language she didn’t understand but felt deep in her soul. She backed away, shaking her head. “Get it away from me.”

He didn’t know who I really was, but he knew I was a dangerous lie. The guards closed in, spears pointed at my throat. My plan had been so simple. Stay hidden. Get into the academy. Kill the Vances from the shadows. I had survived the slums and survived the family that threw me away. I wasn’t about to let a stupid white rock destroy everything before I even started. Then the Primal Stone went completely dark. It let out a deafening scream and exploded into a thousand sharp pieces. A deep roar shook through my bones. The ground under the whole courtyard cracked and buckled with a violent rumble from deep below. The stone giant was waking up.

Shock? “Two,” he whispered in my ear. “One more, lone wolf.” Luna Mother’s smile finally dropped. Just a fraction. She picked up the knife. My knife. Kieran’s knife. “The Pack Stone,” she said. “Carve your name. If you’re Luna, it will glow. If you’re not…” She dragged the blade across her palm, letting blood drip. “Well. The pup needs a mother. And it won’t be you.” Two warriors dragged the Pack Stone forward. Six feet tall. Ancient. Covered in names of Lunas going back 500 years.

The black onyx stone. “Reinforcements, two minutes ETA!” Tonight’s fight is against the Moonstone pack, a rival pack from the north. Their Alpha, Sebastian, is a power-crazed coward. He sends a group of fighters to our borders, trespassing and then killing any of our pack members that lie in their path, but he never comes to fight himself. Afraid that I might kill him, he stays within the safe confines of his territory, protected by a large group of guards. His obsession is on getting the stone that I wear on my neck and he is not the only one.

The word cut deeper than fear. Jace cleared his throat, voice uneasy. “Alpha… we found something else.” Killian whipped toward him. “What?” Jace laid a folded cloth on the table. Rowan opened it. A piece of black stone glimmered beneath the lanterns—dark as obsidian, cracked with veins of silver light. Killian’s expression shifted instantly. “No,” he whispered. “Not that.” “What is it?” I asked quietly. Rowan answered before Killian could. “Shadowstone,” he murmured. “A fragment of the realm between.”