Stoner Novels & Stories

"What if I did have a mate and she's already in this Pack?" I rubbed my hands against the arms of my throne, glad that they all looked shocked to hear what I had to say; all except for the Eagle who just shook his head for a bit and then scratched his head. "You sound like you have already found the 'Mate,'" said an elder who was known as Stone. It wasn't his name though. Henry was his real name. He was called Stone after withstanding two weeks of torture during a war he fought in when he was younger. He refused to give any information to the enemy amidst all the pain he endured and after we emerged victorious in the battle, he was dubbed the title "Stone," for all his exploits. Ever since,

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.

Yuri and his friends’ faces fell. Jim was the first to stand up, and he asked in a low tone, “Tamayo, what are you doing here?” The man with the big nose was Tamayo Stone. Tamayo answered cynically, “Jim Milner, you dumb*ss, you’re still with Yuri? What do you get out of it?” Jim felt like he was being humiliated and snarled back, “Who do you think I am? I make friends based on their personality and character. Don’t compare me to those pieces of trash!”

C Noeline.

“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.

As I spin around, there are two guys behind me with their guns drawn. In the back of my eye, I can see Trinity still standing in the doorway. "Trinity, get down." But the damn woman does not listen; she steps in slow, fucking agonizing steps for me, closer. She seems to feel invisible today as she comes to stand next to me. The asshole that stands in front of me only but laughs. "Little girl, do you know how to handle that thing." "Little man, my father, is Vic Stone; I am sure I know how to handle this thing."