Bloodstone Go On And Cry Novels & Stories

MY BUTTERFLY ****************** CALEB’S POV ****************** My heart is heavy and burdened as I watch the woman who has come to mean everything to me wither away before my eyes. I see her pains and how she tries so hard to hide them with a smile. Sometimes I want to break down and cry but for her, I try to be strong. However when she is not watching I go to a private place and cry. They say strong men do not cry but for Angela’s sake I agree to be a weakling for her sake I agree that I am not man enough.

Killing off most animals from not having a source to drink from, dying from thirst. How could I of been so stupid to forget about the curse! That's why I have been feeling so horrible and why the bond feels like it's getting weaker. The curse has been set into motion. I hear Rosalyna shouting at me to get my attention " Steffon! We need to leave now and go to her, I pray to the moon goddess that we are not to late." I go over to my side of the bed I have claimed slinging my kotona swords over my back and sticking my hunters knife in my boot, as my sister grabs her shot gun and a few of her magic potions from inside her sachel. We make our way through the giant golden door that leads out into

, and then everyone laugh, just like in some stupid variety show with a hidden camera. - Ye Eun-ah...- he turned to her and his expression grew serious for a moment.- I won't hurt you, believe me. I just want you to be beautiful forever.- he continued, smiling again, and in his eyes a sparkle of madness could be seen. Although he was smiling, there was clearly no emotion behind it.- This process is a bit painful, after all you become immortal and it has a price... But I don't want you to suffer, so I got something that won't let you feel the pain.- he showed the vial in his hand.- Thanks to this you will fall asleep and won't feel anything. It will be a painless path to eternal life for you,

“I… found something. In the alley, after the fight.” Levin’s eyes narrow. “Show me.” Jerry hesitates, then pulls out the bloodstone shard. It glows crimson, pulsing faintly. I feel its power, even in my coma, like a heartbeat calling to me. Levin’s breath catches. “You’ve been carrying this?” he asks, voice low. “Damon’s tearing the city apart for it.” “I didn’t know what it was,” Jerry says, his voice breaking. “I just… took it.”

The moment I touched it, a jolt of pure malice shot up my arms-a psychic venom meant to cripple any who tried to interfere. I cried out, but I didn't let go. I pushed back, not with anger, but with light. I poured every ounce of the pack's unity into the stone. I showed it Elara's lullaby, the warrior's nod, the elder's watchful peace, the steady warmth of Adrien's hand in mine. The silver light of the moonstone flared, so bright it bleached the color from the night. The crimson haze screamed-a soundless, psychic death cry-and vanished.

My movements were slow, like extracting a needle from an infant's grip. "This." I raised it into the light so everyone could see the cut lines along the edge of the moonstone. "Purchased off the black market last autumn. The cut angle is off. Two fractures from a botched job. Defective goods." Then I reached into the hidden pocket. The moment the red moonstone necklace slid out, the light seemed to drain into it. Pigeon-blood red. The size of a fist. The edges were set with black obsidian shards that, under the laundry room's sickly yellow bulbs, cast a thick, bloody glow across the room. That crimson light fell onto my purple, frostbitten fingers, and for a moment, it looked like my hand ha

This crystal seemed crucial to its survival and its connection to the cave. It was a large, pulsating gem with a vibrant color—perhaps a deep orange or yellow, like the sun. It glowed with the same eerie light as Stalagtor’s eyes and was clearly integral to its life force. I extended my hand, trying to touch the crystal when I heard its roar again. I jumped back as another round of explosions sounded. Clutching at my chest, I felt an intense throbbing. A bright light illuminated the cavern, making me blink furiously. My eyes watered from the glare, and I shut them again.

The sight before us made my breath lock in my throat. The fifty-foot golden quartz crystal at the center of the cavern, the ancient heartstone that held Blackthorn Valley together, was encased in a thick, pulsating web of black frost. Thick, unnatural tendrils rooted deep in the stone floor were pumping a murky, pale fluid directly into the crystal's core, turning its radiant golden light into a dim, malignant purple.

Xander rolled his eyes. “Brianna,” Alaric lifted my chin to look at him, “tell me why your dad chose these stones,” he said as he spun my bracelet, pausing to look at each one. “This bright blue one, Tanzanite, is my birthstone,” I turned it to white opal coloured one, “Dez said this one is Moonstone, for clarity,” I continued to turn it to the reddish-brown one, “Red Tiger’s eye, to keep me grounded and calm me,” I turned it to the last one that was greenish with red flecks, “and Bloodstone, to help me be… me,” I smiled at him. His fingers were tracing over the gems, as he spun it on my wrist when it hit me, “It’s like he knew…”