Stoner Novels & Stories

“He’s a hockey player, you know who that is. He’s the kid that everyone is talking about, Ranger. He’s from New York, he transferred schools for the programme here in Austin.” I groan and place my hand to my head. “A fucking hockey player, are you kidding me right now? Call the doctor Madi, I think I’m bursting an aneurysm here.” She comes to me laughing and giggling. “They’re not all like you were, Stone.” “Hey what is that supposed to mean, Mrs Stone?” “Well, you couldn’t keep it in your pants and that’s why jerk off Levy called me in to sort out your image.”

Over the years, after being backstabbed by Ricky more times than he could count, Dominic had come to understand that when facing an unknown enemy, it was best to bide one's time and act cautiously. "Stone, go test his strength," he ordered. "Yes, sir," Stone replied. Dressed in a black robe, Stone rarely spoke, but his towering frame—nearly six foot five inches tall—and the massive demon-headed broadsword strapped to his back made it clear to anyone that he was not someone to mess with.

Their eyes widened so wide for the first time in their lives. After all, Stane was a Rank 9 Transcendent Being and was still able to capture sight of Lucas. "Hold it right there!" Stane leaped and raised the gigantic black ax in his hand and chopped aggressively. Broom! However, before Stane's ax fell, his body had endured Lucas' forceful punch.

We had the cops patrolling the area and keeping things in order as many people began to filter in and out, waiting for the meeting to start. The air was ripe with chatter as I awkwardly stood upon the small podium with Axil, Abel, Liza, Dawson, and a few others. Axil and Abel were conversing with a muscular man that stood tall like a giant, towering over even their 7-foot height. When I had first met him, I was so startled I almost stumbled on my face. The dude looked like a bald head version of the hulk. Maybe that was an exaggeration. A bodybuilder would be a better description. I thought Abel was ripped but then this guy probably soaked every inch of his body in muscles. It made me wonder

Torches lined the black stone walls, casting flickering light across the gathered warriors, their armor scarred from countless battles. At the head of the hall, lounging in a carved obsidian throne, sat Valerian—Alpha of the Night Walker Pack. He was a sight to behold. Rugged. Uncompromising. Every inch of him spoke of raw power and the relentless life he had lived. His hair was dark, thick, and untamed, falling just past his shoulders in careless waves. A jagged scar ran from the corner of his left brow down to the edge of his cheekbone, a mark of a battle he had won—and one he wore with pride. His jaw was strong, covered in a rough stubble that did little to hide the sharpness of his featu

And with that, he turned and stalked out of the cabin as fast as he had entered, shutting the door hard behind him. My mother collapsed into a chair, shaking. "Who was that, Annie? His power.it was wonderful. I've never felt anything like it, not even from the Martial Lord." I kept mute, but I knew then my mom knew my state. I couldn't say a lot. I looked down at my babies, their tiny fists opening and closing. My sons needed a pack. They needed the best protection they would have. And Damon, for his wickedness, was still an Alpha, still known by all. The strange man was too much of a risk.

“He’s here. He is qualified for the job, and he’s had his own past in a world with men like Lorenzo.” “Bring him in.” She opened the door wider. A man entered with the kind of stillness that clears a room. Tall. Dark hair, neatly kept. A charcoal suit that didn’t announce itself and a gaze that did, cool, attentive, unhurried. He stopped at a polite distance, as if measuring the space between us and deciding not to invade it. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said, nodding once. “Elias Gray. Thank you for accepting me in your firm. Ms. Vale told me that you needed a lawyer as a second advisor to your lawyer.”

Stone encouraged. “I’m Angelica Steel. I think I’m hallucinating,” I said nervously. Was I in a psych ward? Was this my doctor? “So? What can you tell me about this little demon?” Mr. Stone asked Marcus as he led me back to the couch. “No more catching fire,” he said to me, then sat on the edge of the stone coffee table. Why he didn’t just put me on the unburnable table and sit on the couch himself was beyond me.

Perhaps he can help explain what any of this means. To my surprise, he answers the call on the second ring. "Damian Stone." Damian's voice calls out professionally. "Damian, it's me, Hunter." I state, getting straight to the point. "Hunter." Damian sighs in irritation. I can't blame him for his reaction, either. It's not like I have done anything that would demand a professional tone from him. "What is this about?" Damian asks, desperate to end this conversation. "What is Stone Johnson?" I ask, hoping he'll answer my question. I know I don't deserve it, but I can't get this looming sense of doom from my mind. Hoping that he'll put my mind at ease.

My God! “Fuck!” I heard someone hissing. My eyes flew open and looked at Luther, who stood in front of me, watching my wet pussy. His chest was rising and falling rapidly and his hand clenched into fists like he was restraining himself not to grab me. I looked down at the huge bulge over his jeans. Embarrassing, I immediately sat back and pushed my skirt down. **********