Bloodstone Go On And Cry Novels & Stories

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

Gwyneth is weeping, too already and Garry closed his eyes to calm down but his tears still slipped out from his eyes. "Thank you, Dad. I promise to lead the best life as much as I can." "One thing, my baby, whenever you think it gets too much, cry it out, don't keep it to yourself. You know that would only double the pain." Gabbie nods while still wrapping his father and continues to drop crystal tears on his patient gown. "I love you, Dad." "I love you, too. I'm always here for you." 🔸🔸🔸

“Yeah. Safe drive.” I made it to my room before the tears hit. Locked the door, slid down it exactly like last night, and cried so hard my whole body shook. Not angry crying. Not even the laughing-then-crying kind we’d done during research. Just pure, gut-wrenching sobs that wouldn’t stop. My wolf howled inside my head, mourning, and I couldn’t even tell it to shut up. I cried until my eyes swelled shut and my throat was raw. Cried for the knot and the silver thread and the moon water and the blood we spat out laughing. Cried because we’d fallen in love trying to fall out of it, and now he was gone and I was alone and the bond was still there, wide awake and aching.

I opened the box revealing a necklace with little blue and red stones on the pendant. "Is that..." Her voice trailed off and tears dripped down her eyes. "Are you crying?" I asked in panic and she laughed. "No, I'm just really happy." She said laughing and crying at the same time. "Did you know that if you laugh and cry at the same time, you'll get a hairy butt." I said which made her laugh even more. "Eve.." I called calmly. " Red symbolizes fire and my birthstone is garnet, blue symbolizes water and your birthstone is Sapphire."

Had there been a trip across time, she would have wanted to change her family history for the better than this. “Pst!” Quan turned her head and saw another pair of girls sitting across from her. They seem annoyed. Quan could say they almost seemed scary, if she didn't know who they really were. The girl on the left with long snow-white hair has a different eye color. Her right eyeball was white, the result of the donation she got, as a result of Quan's past actions. There was a scar running across the eye. Meanwhile, her healthy, real left eye is blue. This best friend is a White girl… a countryman with the murderous gang that Quan once slaughtered.

"Don't blame me, Kat. Blame your mother. She couldn't beat mine back then, so it's no surprise you can't beat me now. Dad is mine. The Saltbloods are mine. "And your man? He'd come crawling like a dog if I crooked my finger. But don't worry. I'll send you home and let Jay say his goodbyes." Then, she flashed me a vicious smile. "After that, I'll send him to keep you company." Concrete filled my mouth and nose, choking off my voice, but my vision stayed clear. Vivian's face twisted into something monstrous in front of me. The hateful image from my memories warped as I tried to reconcile it with the woman now weeping over me, like her heart was breaking.

"Desire without form. Hate without mercy." Leofric said, "Then we bind it again." "At a cost," Sabine warned. She looked at me. "The cursed fire in you, Morwenna. It can weaken the god’s essence. But only if you’re willing to bleed for it." I laughed bitterly. "Bleeding's all I've done since I got here." Sabine placed a hand over mine. "Then do it one more time. For all of us." I nodded. At dawn, we descended to the bloodstone chamber—the palace's lowest level. Beneath it was nothing but cursed ground.

I want to scream, I want to cry, but I don’t even have the energy to produce tears anymore. The despair strangles me like a noose around my neck as I watch Invidia lift my shirt, ready to jam another needle inside me. Her eyes turn obsidian, her golden pupils glinting at me with disgust when suddenly a soft lilac-blue stone hanging around her neck begins to glow. She quickly looks down at it, her head snapping up as her face contorts with panic. She stands up straight, clutching her scalp frantically when I feel an intense, cold energy blanket the room, radiating with power.

Claire pouted as she trudged over and stuck her lip out once Alisha’s hands covered her eyes. With some help, we rolled Franky over so I could pull down his underwear and start carving into his junk with his own knife. The few males on the cage paled and had to look away, but many of the women looked on with satisfaction. No doubt this asshole abused more than a few of them. Reaching up to my sleeve where my packet of silver dust was still hidden with duct tape, I took a small pinch out and started spreading it into all of the cuts I made. Now it wouldn’t heal quickly, helping to spread the story of our new sickness.

His blood was used as the ink for this. “Hold out your hand!” Sloane's fingers grab my wrist. “If I can’t have Kieran, then you have him. I won’t let that fool destroy him.” She drops a glowing tube of enchanted liquid into my palm. The glass burns my palm like I’m holding a snowball on fire. My breath choked in my throat; I staggered back a step, eyes wild, skin cold. “What is this” “These are Kieran's tears,” she says. “Only these tears can stop the stone sickness—the silent curse that turns blood to stone and breath to dust.”