Stebro Novels & Stories

The low groan that leaves his lips sends a hot wave of need straight through me. The tips of my fingers drift over the ink that brands his skin. It begins on the right side of his ribcage before wrapping around his back. The shield is divided into four sections of red and black color. A large golden lion stands on its hind legs in the middle. On top of the shield sits a golden crown. The detail is gorgeous and intricate.

Daunting. She kept trying to fold the tops of her arms into her sides to hide her untethered breasts. Geez, they were just moving with each step she took, embarrassing. She almost jumped out of her skin when she felt him come up behind her. He was so close she could feel the heat from his body, and hers started on a slow melt. Have mercy. She stood there, frozen, with a lump the size of a golf ball in her throat.

Graves would bankrupt our eastern sector in six months. It was a billion-dollar ambush. Levi was walking right into it completely blind. The heavy door to my office opened. Torin walked in carrying a stack of printed routing reports. "What's wrong with him?" Torin asked, looking at Elias's pale face. "Levi is about to sign a master contract with Soren Graves," I said. Torin stopped walking. He dropped the folders onto my desk. He walked around to my side of the desk and stared at the numbers on the monitor.

They could also wear bracelets and medallions, depending on their status. As I descended the stairs, my mother’s mind projected her instructions from the kitchen. “Stay away from the Drock today!” I sighed. I had heard this so many times before. The Drock was a line of buildings on the border between the city and the garden fields. In these premises, a potent hallucinogenic concoction called Drax was sold. Drax, made from wild fungi and ethanol, was banned within the city limits but could be legally purchased and consumed in the Drock.

I threw on a winter coat and some snow boots and went outside where Blake had already opened the passenger door for me. We drove about an hour to get to a house he had rented in Stowe, a ski resort town in Vermont. Blake grabbed both of our bags from the trunk and brought them inside. He took me up to a bedroom and dropped my bag inside it. “Now get dressed to go skiing and I’ll introduce you to everyone that’s here.” He closed the door behind me, and I heard his steps disappear down the hall. I quickly threw on some snow pants over my leggings and changed my sweatshirt for something lighter. I exited the bedroom looking around. It was a very cozy house, decorated in a wood and nature theme,

screen, in confusion I turn to see what he's looking at and there she is on the screen clinging to another girl, I looked closely at her long brown hair and big wide brown eyes, she was radiating fear "But she needn't worry" Abyss was tipping, the shock caused my heart rate to speed up and I had started sweating and that one word slipped out at the same time Acre said exactly the same thing "MATE".

I spat. He froze. His shaky hands fell to his sides. Footsteps approached. “Nora?” My mother’s voice called. Beside her was the man I’d seen her with twice. The man she planned to marry. The man I hated. “Yeah?” I replied, smoothing out my hair. My eyes darted back to Zane, now wide-eyed, confused. “Ha! I see you’ve met Zane… my son. Your soon-to-be stepbrother,” the man said, smiling.

The web’s core—the place where observation, control, and manipulation converged—was ahead. Stepbrother led from the center, scanning every reflection, every flicker of light, every vibration. Madison scaled above, manipulating shadows and reflections to create controlled ambiguity. Ian maintained a subtle presence on the right flank, influencing potential threats without direct engagement. I orchestrated central rhythm, timing every movement, every step, every glance.

But Far Away… In the depths of the Siberian tundra, beneath an unmarked mountain, a team of miners unearthed something strange: a stone arch… lined with teeth. A whisper curled out from the frost: “There are other gates…” Back in Crescent Cove, Cerebus’s heads all snapped awake. Ellie turned. “What is it, boy?” He didn’t growl. He didn’t bark. He just watched the horizon, where storm clouds brewed again. THE END —or is it? Gabe Mitchell and his wife Brooke were finishing dinner in their quiet dining room when the idols on the fireplace mantle began to tremble, rattling against the stone.

The seventeen enslaved Starborn, who Darius had apparently brought personally because his bindings were destabilizing fast enough that he couldn't maintain them remotely. Everyone was converging at the sanctuary boundary simultaneously. The night sky seemed to darken. The air grew thick with magical pressure. Somewhere in the distance, she could sense Darius approaching, his consciousness already fragmenting from the strain of maintaining control over seventeen minds. Everything was about to change.