Bloodstone Go On And Cry นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Go before he gets the moonstone! The desperation that filled me wasn’t mine, but Balric’s. *No! I’m not losing you too. Get up! This isn’t over.* Tears spilled down my cheeks. It is, Bal. I think my intestines have been cut and most likely I have liver damage. I’ve got maybe ten minutes if Ian wasn’t going for the moonstone. We both knew I would end like this. Go!* A growl rumbled up my throat. *No. Not this time,* Balric said.

“By flame and moon. By blood and bond. Let what was chosen be unmade. Let the fragile, fumbling choices of a confused heart be undone. Let what was bound be loosed. Let the pathetic, weak threads of their wolf-kin bond unravel. Let her heart forget the names that came before mine. Let her memory be cleansed of their touch, their scent, their false affection.” The bloodstone pendant, held aloft in my hand, pulsed with a soft, angry red light, mirroring the glow of the runes on my skin. A faint crack appeared on its surface, then another, spiderwebbing outwards. The stone cracked down the middle with a sharp, sickening sound, like a heartbeat shattering, a violation of its very essence.

“We need the moonstone, not trinkets.” Blake rolled his eyes but kept pace, his hands stuffed into his pockets. “It looks the same to me. Shiny rock, shiny rock.” Jamie ignored him, already leaning over a counter draped in velvet. The vendor, an older woman with eyes as sharp as a hawk’s, laid out polished stones—each one glowing faintly under the sunlight. True moonstone shimmered with a silvery-blue fire, the kind the pack required for the bonding circle. “This one,” Jamie murmured, holding the stone between her palms. It pulsed faintly, alive. She traded a pouch of coins without hesitation.

The blonde kid with brown eyes smirked while her sister and friends sniggered. She placed her hands on her waist and stared down at the weeping girl in triumph. "Are you crying because we didn't give you a share of the meat? Don't worry, we have it right here," another thinner kid dropped the remaining roasted flesh of Connie in front of Sapphire. Sapphire peeped through her fingers and when she saw the body, she instantly knew that it was real. There was a hole on her forehead where the magenta gem once rested.

They may never have a weapon to kill her, but they could find something against her kind. Bloodstones. Maybe they looked like humans, but they were cut out of rocks. Harder, they were than diamonds. To destroy them would require the effort of a fellow bloodstone, or an army of them, and this would involve them reshaping a part of themselves, or the entirety of themselves into a weapon. Susan took to her feet, then she walked up to her bedside table and kept the book on the surface. She turned to Hannah, and arched a brow. “After you,” Susan said.

It was like a voice whispering at the edge of her mind, promising ruin. Yoona raised her hands, whispering an incantation in a language so old it vibrated through the air like thunder beneath the skin. The runes flared and then dimmed, the wall dissolving into mist. The three of them stepped through. The chamber was vast and suffocating, lit by a dozen black candles whose flames burned blue instead of gold. At the center of the room, on a pedestal carved from obsidian, lay the Bloodstone , a jagged crystal, glowing with a sinister, pulsing red. Beside it, resting on black velvet, gleamed a silver dagger etched with runes that seemed to crawl when stared at too long.

My jaw dropped as I looked carefully at the image of the stone. The same stone, encased in my mother's locket, was not just a beautiful gem; it was a legendary artifact with mystical properties. The Arctic stone, described in the book as a legendary gem, possessed mystical properties. It could grant unparalleled power to its possessor, but the condition was as extraordinary as the stone itself – a single drop of essence from every existing supernatural species. The revelation left me breathless, my mind swirling with questions about my mother's possession.

A couple of tears strayed from her eyes and dripped off her chin. I watched as it landed on the scepter, soaking into the glowing and illuminating light. As soon as the tears made contact with the moonstone, it began to glow even more. Sebastian winced in pain and dropped the scepter to the ground; the power was almost too much for him to hold in his bare hands. A ray of light emerged from the moonstone and shot up toward the moon. I watched it with amazement, but there was still a lot of worry within me. The blinding light that we saw when our wolves were taken was returning and I found it difficult to keep my eyes open.

“Why should I believe you? This isn’t the first promise you’ve made me.” “Have I ever broken any?” “Once,” she says with a slight nod. “And it hurt.” “I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.” “Okay,” she nods. “Yeah?” My head tilts, studying her face. “Yeah.” She nods again, “I’ll try, but this is unnecessary.” “It’s very much necessary, Siren.” I smile to myself, “Rowan and I are going to pick up a few things, we need to find a raw pure moonstone.”

“I thought it would be useful. It’s a protective stone, too, and it helps you stay alert to danger.” “It sounds perfect,” I beamed, latching my own necklace together at the back of my neck. The crystal – a smooth dark green colour, cut through with streaks of red – settled at my throat, alongside the bronze key. “Yours,” she said, gesturing at my neck, “is a bloodstone.” I felt as though my heart stopped – again. This was becoming all too common an occurrence. “A bloodstone?” I repeated numbly. “Why did you choose that?”