Stoner Novels & Stories

He stepped off the platform and vanished into the back of the crowd. Homer raised his hand. "Everyone got it? Good. The Conclave of the Arcane officially starts now!" The moment Homer finished speaking, a burly man stepped out from the crowd. He looked to be around 30 with a solid build and thick muscles. Dressed in brown robes, he strode up to the platform with heavy steps. "I'm Bronco Stetson from Ocradon Sect. I look forward to learning from you all." Bronco took a deep breath and slammed his palm down on the symbol at the stone's center. He pushed his energy with everything he had. The stone trembled slightly before giving off a faint yellow glow.

I take the towel from Natasha and head to the river, following Killer. “Oh, come on, it was funny, loosen up,” I tell him as I bend down and dip the edge of the towel in water. He puts Kaleb’s legs in the water and I move closer to him to clean my boy’s face. “And what about mine?” Killer asks as he takes his glasses off. His eyes are a dream, and his chiseled face carved from stone. His surname definitely suits him. My mother used to say, the Stones had stone hearts, and they were hard right until the center. You couldn’t break them, you had to chisel your way through and hope they eventually crumbled, or else you were out of luck.

Hard grey eyes, a set and cut jaw, defined cheekbones, and all ruthless muscle. Kaloyan might have a reputation for being a monster, but he didn't even come close to this man sitting before me. "Who are you really?" "Athena Williams." Styker laughed, setting his goblet down and descending his throne. I noticed he didn't like wearing a shirt. He preferred going around with those criminal abs on display and low riding jeans. He grabbed my neck, squeezing my cheek. "You don't even smell like a wolf. Of course, the Lord had already warned me about that, but I didn't believe it until now."

Devon POV: Slumping on my seat in my office, I sighed deeply. This was the first time in the thousands of years I've lived that I'd think about someone so much. The most annoying thing was that my thoughts weren't occupied by a female, but a male at that! " I'm homophobic, for goodness’ sake!” I yelled and smashed the wine filled glass I was formerly twirling. I ran my fingers through my hair, praying to the goddess that he'd leave my thought, but soon got interrupted when the door was slammed open.

“What’s the problem that you need someone like Jericho?” I asked Bo. “There’s this new supplier trying to take over the market in Stony Island. He works from the back of a beauty store on East 95th Street,” he said to me and lowered his voice. “Problem is, he comes out to smoke maybe three times a day but he’s always surrounded by his people.” “Send me the details,” I said and Bo blinked a few times. “For real? How much?” he asked me.

he mused, his voice dripping with disdain. Damian’s expression softened slightly, though skepticism still lingered in his eyes. "And why should I trust you, Stone? You and I have been enemies for far too long." Stone met Damian's gaze with unwavering resolve. "I would do anything to protect my pack," he replied, his voice steady despite the fear churning in his belly. "And I refuse to let innocent lives be lost because of it. Take me as a gesture of peace, and let us end this cycle of violence."

With the force of a volcano, he yelled “That bitch Stasia made a Kobayashi Maru. Meant to fail, so you understand failure happens in life. Fucking bullshit! What game is she playing? The lose of a Luna is devastating to a pack.” “I am the bitch. Everyone, please settle down,” Stasia turns out to be the human at Canon funeral. The fucking chick with ass. She stood a 5 ft something, all in black. I had no idea they made jump boots that small. Black cargo paints, black t-shirt, never looked so fucking sexy. A glock strapped to her side, knifes everywhere. Brown hair braided and put in buns. Blue piercing eyes. Fuck me please, I think I am in love. At least for the night. “Stop drooling Mark.

I have come to the final conclusion that the Stones are messed up. That is whomever one of them a real Stone is; from where I am standing, it might be only Vic, yet he was truly married to Alexa. But she should, in fact, be a Castaneda. And Trinity? Well, I am just about to find out.

“Who is this dude?” Lucas spoke in a frightened voice. His eyes scanned the 10 feet man from head to toe and what terrified him was the man’s eyes were glowing yellow just like the glowing green eyes he saw in the woods. “His name is Stone, one of the werewolves,” Bonnie whispered. On Stone’s neck was a tattoo of a crescent moon. Around his neck was a pedant with a wooden centerpiece carved into a crescent moon.

he says as he slowly caresses my cheek and places one last kiss on my lips. Russell ✨✨(Third Person POV~ Russell stands by the entrance to the locker rooms, his nerves are in full course as he feels the adrenaline and vertigo crazed inside his body. His hands clammy and a shiver runs through his spine. He closes his eyes and sighs, tilting his head back, and concentrates on calming himself down. )✨✨