Bloodstone Go On And Cry の小説・ストーリー

The only thing that can stop it is a damn Bloodstone. And it's lost. Of course, it fucking is.

When they were going down the tomb, Alex brought a communication radio to stay in touch. Very soon. Everyone landed. Princess Fleur stepped onto the ground beneath her. “Is this the extraterrestrial meteorite?” Alex and Dorothy looked at it carefully. In the very next second, the two of them exchanged glances and seemed stunned. This was not an extraterrestrial meteorite but a gloomy bloodstone. Despite the blackened surface, this was not the stone’s original colour. This stone was soaked in fresh blood for months and years. After the precipitation of hundreds and thousands of years, then the gloomy bloodstone was formed. It was indestructible and harder than diamond.

Ava When I finally straightened up from my bout of sickness, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, I turned to face Chris with wide eyes. He was utterly frozen, his face a mask of abject horror. “I don’t understand,” he muttered, clutching the moonstone around his neck. “The moonstone is back. This shouldn’t be happening. The blight shouldn’t be spreading.” I placed a hand on his arm, trying to offer comfort even as my own stomach churned. “Maybe it just needs more time?” I asked, accepting the bottle of water that Leonard offered me.

” Her words sank into me, heavy as lead, twisting my gut. I clenched my fists, tears stinging my eyes. “He’ll never let me go. Even if I do this.” “He will,” she purred, circling me like a vulture. “The bloodstone completes his cure. He’ll have no use for you then. You’ll be free, or close enough. Refuse, and he’ll drain you both dry. Choose, Angelica. Now.” The bloodstone’s warmth pulsed against my skin as I with trembling hands took it out, hidden in the evening clutch.

My knees were scraped and bleeding beneath the expensive ivory coat. “Great, just great,” I muttered, limping toward the door. “You better not leave a scar.” I followed him into the silent mansion. Then tears started getting to my eyes. “No.. This is nothing compared to the past” I will not cry.

All I want is for my pack to be safe and not brought to its downfall by my mistake. I stumbled upon a stone and fell on my knees, the pain from the fall coupled with several months of emotional distress, led to me crying out my eyes. I can't take it anymore! Why can't I be given a break? This was all too much! My chest tightened in pain as I cried my heart out to the moon, no matter how much I tried to stop myself or will myself never to cry I just couldn't it came like an untamed river. Soon, I noticed the expanse of moonstone all over the clearing that I was in and immediately realized I had trespassed into the forbidden area of the Moonstone pack.

My throat tightened. I looked at the strange shimmer in front of us and stepped closer, slowly, careful not to touch it. “Keilah,” I whispered, hoping, praying, begging. Nothing. The silence was worse than death. Aaron sighed and pulled out a crystal wrapped in thorns. “This is a bloodstone. It responds to memory. To intend. I can use it to guide us closer—but it won’t show the full path unless her soul calls back.” “Then she better start calling,” I muttered, even though I knew… I knew she couldn’t.

Gideon roared as he ripped through three at once. The beast reared. Its eyes locked on me. I felt the pull again. Deep. Hungry. The moonstone answered, surging brighter. I pushed more power. Light coiled around my fists. I leaped. Slammed both hands into its chest. Crystal cracked. The beast staggered. A howl ripped from its jaws—pain, rage. Shadows exploded outward. Wolves cried out. I felt the stone’s cost rise—sharp, burning. My vision blurred. My arms shook. But I didn’t stop.

A real sound, in a real room, with her real body only meters away. He broke. Not loudly. The tears came faster and his shoulders dropped and he pressed his free hand to his mouth, his whole frame shaking with the effort of containing something that was not going to be contained. Twenty years of orphaned grief arriving all at once through a single gasp from a woman he had never been allowed to know. “Aurelian.” Angora’s voice cut through. “The Bloodstone. Now. Or she dies where she stands.” “Don’t.” Nyra said firmly from behind him. “She’ll betray you the moment it’s in her hands. You know that.”

He still wrapped his hand around his gemstone but hers had rolled forward. She made to stand up and move towards it but she realized her ankles were broken. She began to cry as she crawled to get the stone. It lay before her eyes but she was too weak to get it. The sun crossed her baby and she thought he would burn but he was unharmed. The stone was still with him. By the time she heaved a sigh of relief and go back to grab her stone, the sun crosses over her and hit her face, burning it badly.