Nightmare Stone Novels & Stories

His gaze swept over the rock walls on both sides of the passage, searching for the right opportunity. As they walked, the passage ahead suddenly widened. The light remained dim, but not far ahead, there appeared to be an open area. A sharp glint flashed in Nathanial's eyes. He knew his chance had come. He quietly stopped, took a small stone from his sleeve. The stone was pitch black, covered with strange runes, and emitted a faint Evil Aura. With a flick of his finger, the stone shot silently into the darkness ahead. With a soft 'bang,' the stone landed on the ground, making a sound that was neither too loud nor too soft.

She knew her nightmare will soon turn to reality and this nightmarish reality will make her life hell. Elena Singh was a 22 years old working woman like every normal women but was her life really normal like others? She was unique, she was talented, she was brave, she was independent yet she was terrified, not of anyone else but herself. Why? Because she saw dreams, or you can call them nightmar JJes, and because whatever she dreams comes true. Lately, She gets these weirdly terrifying nightmares which are scarier than any other nightmare she saw. Only if she knew, the MAN in her nightmare will soon turn her whole existence in to a living nightmare.

My internal discussion goes aimlessly, screaming for help and frantic in light of the fact that this is substantially more alarming than anything else we've seen before. We actually beat Pedro, Abbadon, the alpha group, the darach, and the nogitsune, but we were exceptionally close to losing someone the whole time. At one event we really lost Justoedith.

After she had ran away from the pack, she didn’t expect to run so far into the territory of the Blood Moon pack. ‘It’s just my luck’ She frowned. What would she do if Blake agreed to the trade? She would have to return to her pack. She would have to continue being his doormat and he could continue being the arrogant, narcissist devil that she thought him to be. Alas, she had no other way out. Ruax had gotten a meeting arranged for that very evening. He was excited as a child, he could not wait to get his hands on that little stone. The hearthstone was usually acquired by huge packs as it would be used as a way to punish souls who did them wrong. They would trap the soul into the stone and it

At the base of the amphitheater stood the Moon-Stone. Unlike the raw shard in the archives, this was a massive, jagged obelisk of celestial crystal, nearly seven feet tall. It pulsed with a cold, pale light that felt entirely devoid of warmth. It was said the stone could sense the exact purity of Lycan blood; it would sing for royalty, but it would shatter the mind of an imposter by feeding their worst nightmares back into their skull.

But as the night progressed and the full moon rose in the sky, he started to feel the transformation coming on. He gritted his teeth and tried to fight it, but it was no use. Soon he was writhing on the floor, howling in pain as he transformed into a wolf. Damien and Dr. Stacy watched in horror as the wolf broke free from its restraints and ran out of the room, leaving a trail of destruction in its wake. "I don't understand," Damien said, tears streaming down his face. "Your serum was supposed to work." Dr. Stacy looked grave. "It was supposed to work. But there's something I didn't account for. Lycanthropy is a complex genetic disorder. And there are some strains that are resistant to treat

A smile washes over my face as his rough voice floods the space, and I can just imagine his tired, haggard face. “Because not only are you the weapons manufacturer,” he continues, “you’re also a Nero. And you’ve managed to bag the only other Nero in the galaxy they know about. I think you could stand to learn a little humility, Nova.” “Slag, Edan, you’re alive!” I say, relief flooding through me. “Are the others okay?” “What the void, Nova?” Zayne’s voice speaks through the overhead sound system. “You can’t just go and disappear like that and then make a major outing on The Black Hole of Truth. Are you trying to give everyone a slam heart attack?”

After that, Marcus stopped trying. Marcus had been convicted of fraud. Nothing violent. He was forty-one, with the tired face of a man who had spent his life avoiding trouble. Prison was supposed to be a brief stop, a lesson. But on his very first night, the nightmares began. From his very first day in prison, Marcus began having nightmares, always the same dream. He dreamed he was walking down a pitch-black alley. The walls were damp, the air thick with the smell of rotting fruit. Far ahead, a single streetlamp flickered, casting a weak yellow circle on the ground. Beneath that light stood a woman in a red dress. Her back was to him. Her hair was long and black, hanging like a curtain. And

I was jerked from fitful sleep by the metallic scrape of my cell door opening. Elder Stone stood framed in the doorway, two guards flanking her like obedient dogs. The burgundy of her suit looked almost black in the dim light, like dried blood. My head still pounded from the wolfsbane, and my limbs felt heavy as waterlogged wood. In the back of my mind, Nyx whimpered, her presence faint as a dying ember. “Good morning, my dear,” Elder Stone says, her voice carrying that same false warmth that makes my skin crawl. “Today’s the day we rid you of that pesky bond.”

It was something Catherine had developed after studying the molecular structure of the runic stones in the Arctic. "Frequency set to 18,000 Hertz," Catherine announced. "Calculating material density... Limestone. Granite. Marble. Locking on." Outside, the swarm of stone monsters descended. They were hideous things—horned devils, beak-nosed chimeras, lions with human faces. Their eyes glowed with the same sickly green light that Jack had seen in the cloned Cain’s laboratory. Magic animated them, forcing cold stone to mimic muscle and sinew.