Stoner Novels & Stories

“That is Tristan Stone. He is the Alpha of Hill pack. He always has his nose in one book or the other. People sometimes nickname him Einstein. Despite his intelligence, don’t mistake him for a weak nerd. He is a very powerful leader and one of the Alphas that you will breed with.” I keep staring at the well-built man through the glass doors. I seem unable to tear my eyes away from the brooding biceps that are quite visible through his starched shirt. “Is he a sociable person?” I ask before I can stop myself. Was it a good idea to be looking for personal details about their characteristics? Well, if I was going to be sharing a bed with these men, I was definitely on a need to know basis now.

“Because I was being followed and my car was rammed off the road.” “And do you know who did that?” “No.” “But when you woke after the crash where were you?” “In a room chained to a bed.” “And who was there?” “No one at first but then Dan walked into the room.” “So, Mr. Smithe was the one holding you captive?” “Yes.” “And at any point during that time, did you do anything willingly.” “No, I didn’t want any of it. I was repulsed by him the whole time.” “LIAR!” Dan stood up and charged at the box. “You fucked me like there was no tomorrow and you loved it.”

Eryx returned the smile, "I am Eryx Silvester and this is Braylon Rhys. We're looking for someone named Stiles Vill. Have you heard of him?" Braylon looked at Eryx, who had a sweet smile on his lips, looking at the Barista, who was looking cute while smiling. That Barista had a native face and natural beauty a little bit of feminine. Braylon rolled his eyes, averting his gaze. The twinge of jealousy plastered on Braylon's face which was unnoticed by Eryx.

She brings her to her knees and yells as she feels her left shoulder being dislocated. Alexander growls loud as he witnesses his Luna being taken down. The warrior kicks Selene hard on her back, and she growls loud as she looks back at her attacker. He smiles at her, gripping her hands tighter behind her back. Stewart comes in front of the Lunas, his hand gesturing upward to still the attack. Both James, and Alexander walk slowly to him. As Alexander comes close, he shifts back, and allows Blake to take over again. His gamma, Liam coming close giving Blake a pair of clean shorts. He takes them, and places them on. His eyes unwilling to leave Stewart. In his mind, already thinking of how good

It wasn't a moon or a wolf. It was a vertical slit. An eye. "I am the one who made the Stitcher," Ashford said quietly. "I wove the roots from the hair of the women I scoured. I am the Architect of the Silence, Amara. Not you." He twisted the knife. The Stitcher let out a high-pitched, metallic scream. Its root-body began to unravel, the river-stones falling from its chest like heavy, grey tears. The entity collapsed into the churning water, dissolving into a pile of mud and dead leaves.

- She is a bossy idiot. “And a castrator,” I add. Stone laughs, getting up and leaving the room without another word. Kira closes the door behind her. — Strangely, you don't have many marks of him. “Huh?” "It makes me reach out and touch my neck like he left a hickey there. — Most girls who leave the room de Stone has way more marks than anything you've ever owned. Most girls at school talk about it, that's how I know.

Beside him stood Standfast, a bit shorter but no less imposing, with a sneer playing on his lips. Standfast, around nineteen, had a more rugged demeanor compared to Phillip. His face, while not conventionally handsome, bore the marks of someone who had seen their fair share of trouble. He had a solid build, indicating a readiness for action rather than words. His eyes held a steely intensity, hinting at a volatile temperament kept in check only by Phillip's presence.

He even went to the extent of paying a private investigator, everything was yet the same. It was as if she had disappeared from the surface of the earth. That damned woman! Trevor grunted and tugged his hair in frustration. She added to his miseries and he wondered when it would stop. Glaring at the large mural which was supposed to calm him - as the artist who painted it had said- whenever he was bloodthirsty, it did little to no good. Rather, it seemed blander as he stared at it and felt no strange warmth that was supposed to come out of it after staring intently.

Not Carter’s heavy knock. This was… careful. Calculated. “Come in,” I said, already tensing. My wolf stirred and I frowned as I stared at the door, watching as it opened. The man who walked in was unfamiliar in the sense that I didn’t know him, and yet… something about him struck a chord. Tall, sharply built, with piercing gray eyes that could cut right through armor. There was something ancient about him. Something regal. And dangerous. “Need I help you?”

⁠ ⁠Joy Stone – MY NERD MATE ⁠* * * * * CHARACTER SKETCH: ZOE'S MATES: Talon Green – Green Moss Pack Lucan Cohen – Ocean Spirit Pack Corwin Dixon – Moon Shine Pack Valen Anderson – Crystal Blood Pack Zarek Rexter – Silver Bow Pack Victor King – Vampire King