Stoner Novels & Stories

Storming into theirs I kneel down out of breath “ Oh goodness are you alright dear?” grams says running over to me “ yeah I’m fine I just had to walk back here because my car wouldn’t start.” “ I wonder if you were a target.” she mumbled “ what?” “ Nothing dear, go to the kitchen and I’ll make some tea.” I do as she says, watching her make tea I couldn’t help but ask “ Have you heard of this ‘king’ rogue who’s built himself a pack back in the US?”

Stanley said, "My people looked into it. Mr. Stone's appearances in Silverton have been brief and infrequent. There was one verified sighting in Northspire, where he helped establish that group's territory. That alone rules out Oscar as Mr. Stone himself. "As for Mr. Stone's true identity, I think a conversation with Frank of Northspire would answer that question. He's running things up there now, isn't he? He would know." The sisters accepted the explanation without hesitation. Carla spoke. "Speaking of which, Stanley, Mr. Stone also appears to have ties to Draconia. There's a girl from the slum district who apparently has his backing, and somehow she ended up becoming Draconia's CEO." Amar

Gravehowl emerges from the smoke behind us, colossal form coalescing fully now—fur bristling, eyes burning with savage delight. Good, he rumbles. It brought friends. The Architect lifts its hands. Reality folds. Gravity reverses for half a second, hurling wolves into the air before slamming them back down. Pain screams through my body as the faultline spikes, power surging chaotically. “No!” I snarl, dropping to one knee and forcing myself to focus. “Not like that.” The Reverent tightens its presence around the pillars, analyzing, adapting. Containment lattice detected. Architect-grade.

I didn’t answer. I knew that he did not care, Not about me, not about mother, not about anyone else. I did not even understand how she lived with him throughout all this time, but this was what it was to be me, to be her, to be raised, to be obedient, to stand for a man, to do everything for you while you just obeyed. But when my eyes found him, I almost froze. The same man who stood there… He stood at the end of the aisle, beneath a silver arch of twisted branches and moonflowers, his face carved from stone. Dark hair, darker eyes. A black suit tailored like armor.

“Who do you think you are to keep me against my will?” Derek didn't reply. In fact, he was stunned by the sudden outbursts. Derek's silence encouraged Lewis to continue. “I think you are feeling like Stygian. Kidnapping and threatening people like it was legal.” Paulo couldn't hold back his laugh anymore. He let out a short mocking life before controlling himself again. Derek was amused by Lewis' ignorance. “Just so you know, young man. I'm Derek Stygian.” Lewis wanted to laugh but his brain quickly calculated everything that had happened. He had never met Stygian before but everything he heard and saw here were similar to the things he had heard about him.

Now we definitely looked at him, like ‘He is crazy! What the hell are they even talking? “Guys, stop those stupid thoughts. Can’t you see Mr.Stone is the groom in the first place?” Rashi said rolling her eyes. “Really?” Rani asked. And remaining looked at me for my reply. I nodded and went near him, and he immediately smiled at me with adore. “Oh my God! He is not Mr.Stone. Mr.Stone never smiles at all, and here he is smiling and looking at you like you are an angel.” Rani whispered to us.

She looks up defiantly at the person sitting in the centre at a big chair, and my fists clench seeing him. Ray The Beta/ Second in command of the hunter clan. He is famous for sleeping around with women for the fun of it, and his hatred towards female wolves, knows no boundaries at it. Thora refuses to lower her eyes, meeting his angry stare and I curse. What is this girl doing! Does she have a death wish! I try to send another mindlink to again find it blocked. Damn Thora! The man is not to be messed with! He can hurt you. "Come here"

Brandon stated. I KNEW IT!! Nobody can move that fast at a scene. Brad knows this area as he knows computers. Once he has his prey– he will strike. If he does get help, then everything will go smoother. “Holy shit, he’s a fucking genius. He is the ‘Silent Stalker,’ huh?”

The Prince only have the two most trusting men beside him, they could die for him and swore their whole faith to the empire. "Right, welcome everyone, I'm Roman Hers and my colleague Ashton Welsh should be here but I think he's running late." He chuckled to light up the tension, he was hot not handsome like Rhyker and Ashton but not my style. I think he will suit Faine's style pretty much. Blond gold hair, grey piercing eyes, his nose crooked making it look like a fighter.

She snarled. "The fuck are you talking about? Touch your butt? Why would I do so? That man..." He looked around and realized that the man had run off earlier. He exhaled deeply. "Someone was trying to steal from you and I..." The lady with the glowy eyes cuts him off. "Don't you dare come up with some ridiculous joke. Who doesn't know you? You are Tristan Stone. The man who literally went through girls as if they were clothes!" She exclaimed.