Bloodstone Go On And Cry Novels & Stories

My father was the only one that showed love to me. "I know the bloodstone of Elizabeth Bathony. There are a lot of legends around it. The souls of the poor girls that she murdered are captured in that bloodstone. Others say that if you break the stone, you will release all the souls, and they will take their revenge on Elizabeth or whoever the bloodstone owner is at that stage. I do not know if I believe that because I do not know what happened back then. It can be that a gypsy or a witch has captured the souls of the young woman in that bloodstone. I do not believe it can protect who owns it, but one never knows," Robin says.

Extonia murmered as she continued stroking the gem gently. "Eh? That's weird... why... why am I crying?" Extonia asked in a flustered manner as she rubbed away at the tears which rolled down her cheeks. "It... it won't stop... why...? sobs... why am I... sobs... hic..." "Ma... ma... ster...." a voice which resembled the clinking of crystal glasses broke through the soft sobbing, catching Extonia off guard. "E... eh? Huh?" Extonia blinked rapidly as she glanced at the gemstone in her hand that seemingly began to talk.

I hear Finn say, and that has us both turning. “Why do you have it out?” I ask looking at him accusingly. “Because I wanted to show you this.” He walks up to us and lifts the Bloodstone so it’s right in front of my face. I look it over, trying to see what he’s referring to. “You don’t see a difference in it? That it appears darker. Like it’s losing its light, the fog we saw in it originally is not as prominent,” Finn says. “I guess I just thought it was bad lighting in here. But yeah, I see it. It doesn’t swirl as it did.” I reach up to take it and he hesitates, letting me take it.

As tears began to flow down my cheeks, knowing that I wasn’t strong enough to save him, even with the powers of the Gods helping me. I was a fool to think that I could use the sunstone to win this war against Hayden, when I couldn’t even channel enough of its powers to save someone that I dearly cared about. My heart at that moment felt shattered, as the tears began to impair my vision, while I wept out the pain, I was now feeling in the depts of my soul. The feel of raindrops now dripped upon the bare flesh of my back, making me think that the heavens were weeping with me, but then I heard the sound of his voice say, “And to think you didn’t care about me.”

I cried so hard, my head was beginning to ache slowly and I knew that it was because I was crying so much. “We cannot talk about this; I don’t want to talk about it. What do you want me to say? Do you want me to cry over the fact that the jewel is gone, that my pack can get attacked any moment from now and all my warriors are weak because we don’t have the sapphire. Do you want me to cry over the death of my unborn heir? Bailey that child would have become the new Alpha of this pack if only you had listened to me, if you had chosen me over Miguel, but no you were to blind and in love with him.”

Tabitha's POV I looked at him, my face etched with confusion, and asked, "Is there more?" Wilmot fidgeted a bit, pulling something from his pocket with a hint of shyness. "A birthday without a gift? That's not right. I found this in an ancient church when I was wandering around. There's a mysterious vein of ore nearby the church, and this moonstone was mined from there. It was then blessed with holy water in the church, considered a sacred item that brings peace and good fortune. I've had several close calls with death, yet I survived as if reborn from the brink. So, I thought I'd give it to you, Ms. Hartley."

I asked him, before the uncomfortable silence could find it’s way into the room. “I can’t complain, much.” Cian responded, winking at me. “Cian, what’s up?” Talia asked, walking out of the closet with a huge bag on her back. Cian looked at her in amusement. “Your brother sent me in here to see when you guys are leaving. He said that last time Nemi went home, she encountered an unsavory character along the way?” He said. I knew exactly what he meant. Thinking about him left my body covered in goosebumps, and not the good kind. “We did, but Alexander came and took over the situation. I just ran.” I said, embarrassed at my cowardice. “Hey, don’t be ashamed. You did the smartest thing that you c

But the way she said his name… the contempt in her voice… I had to know. My hand slipped into the inner pocket of my coat, fingers curling around the small, smooth weight of the bloodstone. The crystal was no larger than a plum, its deep crimson heart swirling faintly under my touch. As the pack strategist I had the right to possess a bloodstone. It wasn’t a tool I used lightly. Bloodstones are sacred. They held the imprint of magic cast nearby — the voices, the images, the truth that lingered in the threads of the world long after mortals had forgotten. But drawing those memories out came at a cost.

If anything, she seemed to enjoy the pain. Across the chamber, I spotted Glenda. She stood on a raised platform holding something that glowed with familiar light. Moonstone fragments. Bigger than the ones in our chests. "That is why it hurts," I realised. "She is using those fragments to call to ours. Trying to rip them out." "Then we need to finish the ceremony now!" Skylar's voice came through the bond sharp with desperation. "It is the only way to stabilise the fragments!" "How?" Myron asked.

Whatever the consequence might be, I would face it later. I stood straight, fuelled by the motivation to get rid of him, my teeth gritted as I forced every ounce outward into the moonstone again. The light intensified, no longer gentle but fierce, merciless, unrelenting. I pushed harder, memories of every kiss, every sacrifice, every moment Killian and I had fought side by side burning through me. The bond became a roar, flooding freely into the moonstone until it could no longer contain it. Malthus halted mid-snarl like he was shocked by an unknown force, the glow coming off him brightened even more. With an unnatural shrill, the moonstone burst. I had hardly registered what had just happen