Bloodstone Go On And Cry Novels & Stories

His words were a blow, abrupt and unflinching, the reality seeping in. I swallowed, my voice little more than a whisper. "We need to get out, fix the pack," I whispered, glancing down at the bottle I held, the Silverbloom within it sparkling. "Then make those bastards pay." My voice was harsh with fury and sorrow, my thirst for vengeance burning.

As the crystal shattered with a crisp sound and I wailed in heart wrenching agony, he once again demanded harshly: "I heard this crystal is the soul core of your elves? Destroying it means they can never be resurrected, right?" He raised his foot, cruelly grinding over the crystal fragments on the ground, making a grating sound. "This one under my foot, was it your beloved mentor or your loyal guardian?" "Still won't say? Are you willing to watch your people be wiped out because of your foolish insistence?" Tears, like broken strings of pearls, mixed with blood, kept rolling down from the corners of my eyes, hitting the cold ground and solidifying into tiny pearls with blood streaks, emittin

I said, smiling over its beauty. "It's a bloodstone. Very rare and very beautiful, like our Luna." A tall woman with dark purple scales spoke. I believe she was a Basilisk. I remembered Bolton said not to look them in the eye too long. "Thank you! Can I purchase it, and this one for my sister?" I held out a matching one with a blue stone. "The blood and tears. A perfect combination for you both. $300 for the set." "Seriously!" Hailey's mouth dropped.

Then Becky screamed. It was not a cry of triumph. It was not even a scream of rage. It was raw, animal grief, ripped straight from her chest. She clutched her head with both hands and staggered backward, her boots scraping against the cracked stone floor as the sound tore out of her again and again. “No,” she sobbed. “No, no, no, no.” The chamber shuddered in response. Stones broke free from the ceiling and smashed into the ground. The Moonstone flared bright, then dark, then bright again, its surface crawling with jagged veins of corruption.

Tonight was supposed to be the first calm Friday in forever: no revenants, no Hollow Choir remnants, no oni trying to drag me into a drinking contest under the bleachers. I’m in my room, door locked, chemistry notes spread out like a losing battle. I’m re-drawing the same Vinča symbol on my palm for the 2,114th time (healing wipes it clean every morning, same old routine). Then the bloodstone cracks. A tiny, perfect fracture right down the center. A single drop of liquid starlight (not blood) beads up and rolls down my forehead onto my open textbook. The Crown HUD flickers once. CROWN INTEGRITY: 10 / 47

she rumbled out. " You should because I'm scared, " Crystal said and sighed. " I can feel it in me Olivia, it's not as simple as you think," she added. "Do not talk to me in parables crystal. Just tell me what it is all about!" She snapped. She was getting so impatient yet her wolf wasn't helping anything. "Whenever you release the stone of tears…" Crystal had called it, the exact thing the priestess had called it. Since it had two names, she preferred to call it the healing pearl. The stone of tears reminded her that she had to be sad to bring the stone out.

Red splashed all over him. "My suits!" Mack shrieked. "Chill. Just making a little noise." I flicked a $100 bill at him. "Here. For your eyes—and maybe get that brain checked." Winona snorted. "What, throwing knockoff jewelry now? That's your move? Pathetic." But Frostmoon Pack's Alpha went ghost-white. "Is that... one of the two Lunara Tears?" His finger shook, aimed right at the gemstone on the dripping necklace Caden had fished out.

"I, Jasper Draven, require the moonstone for a cleansing ritual. I committed the crime of faking a mate bond. I did this because my pride was hurt by being rejected." The uncertainty that hung in the air was killing me. It was my turn so I stepped forward placing my hands on the moonstone. "I, Gwen Blackthorn, require the moonstone for a cleansing ritual. I committed the crime of faking a mate bond to avoid humiliation and the label of rejection." I stepped away from the moonstone. Sonya made some incantations, and a bright light appeared from the moonstone. It was beautiful but turned frightening the moment a hologram appeared of Jasper and me holding a throbbing heart. I had never seen som

I cried for Dane, wanting him by my side, needing him to comfort me. I heard my door open again, and I froze stiff, not daring to move. It wasn’t until I noticed his bright orange hair that I began to relax a little, but in my relaxed state, my tears returned. I sobbed in front of him, only having on my torn garments beneath the sheet I used to cover me. Blake looked heartbroken as he watched me. He climbed into bed beside me over the sheet, placing the red crystal over me. The pain of the scratch Elliot had left me disappeared entirely. I think he was hoping to heal me emotionally as I felt the crystal linger on my skin. After a while, he took it and just wrapped his arms around me instead.

Between my arms, I rested her cold body filled with too much pain, making her feel warmer than the situation we've been in. "I'm sorry," she mumbled momentarily. Her little cry gradually turns wild. "Fuck being the moonstone's owner. Fuck the moon goddess. Fuck this life." The whole time she was crying, I tried to comfort her through my touch and rarely stroking her back. But what's with the moonstone? "What should I do to comfort you?" I asked. Her eyes speak too much. "Sex. Give me a hard fuck."