Bloodstone Outside Woman Novels & Stories

I asked, stirring my coffee. Lance nodded. "It wasn't completely dark yet, dusk, and you were able to go outside. How was that possible?" I asked, feeling foolish for asking. "Don't vampires burst into flames in the direct sunlight?" Without a word, he stood and crossed the room and dug in his pants pocket that he had been wearing the night before and pulled a stone from the pocket. Then, he crossed the room and set it on the table before me. "This is Bloodstone. With it, vampires can go outside in indirect sunlight for a short amount of time."

“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.

She stood beside a table with a single object on it. The Bloodstone. Red. Smooth. About the size of my closed fist. This one was different from the vault replica. I felt it from the doorway without trying to. A low steady pull against the Nightshade frequency in my chest, like a current running against the tide, patient and persistent and designed specifically to find what it was looking for. The real one. I crossed the warehouse floor toward her without hurrying and without showing the particular alertness that was running through every sense I had simultaneously.

“What are your plans regarding the Blood Moon pack?” While Lyra was still lost in thought, the older woman continued, “We’ve never interacted with outsiders. For decades, apart from you, no one else has entered the depths of Moonshade Valley. Isn’t your decision this time too risky?” Lyra slowly turned the cup in her hand and replied calmly, “Aunt Meala, the Blood Moon territory contains numerous moonstone mines. I’ve heard they have so much that they even use it to decorate their walls.” Meala frowned slightly. A moment of silence stretched between the two women.

the old woman told and held the bucket in front of them when Bella noticed the tattoo on her face. Bethany did not want to touch them and looked at Danny, who sighed internally. She was scared as well, but the old woman didn't back off whether they showed displeasure or hesitation. Danny grabbed the first stone. It was blue. The color of the three stones was the same. Next, Bethany grabbed it. It was a normal and simple stone. Both of them put the stones back in the bucket. It was time for Bella, who was lost on the woman's tattoo, so Danny elbowed her.

There’s a shallow silver bowl with three smaller glass bowls. Different dried herbs. A small glass vial filled with clear liquid. And an oval stone unlike anything I have ever seen before that is smooth and pale. It is almost translucent. My eyes remain fixed on it. “What is that?” I ask. “It is a bloodstone.” “It doesn’t look like one.” “It is called that because of what it does, not because of what it looks like.” Fair enough. The healer places the stone in the centre of the silver bowl while the other healers arrange themselves around the table.

Tall, dark red stilettos. She’s wearing a sating dress that clings onto her body perfectly, complemented by the dazzling jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, she looks incredible. I soon realise that she is not the woman I met last night. Something has changed, and her aura has shifted into something dangerous. Tristan’s body is still turned to me, but his eyes are fixed on Bella, with his lips slightly parted in awe. Her scent fills the room. “Miss Ward, please have a seat.”

only, I couldn't. I entered the room and God knows if I could bleach my eyes with holy water, I would. I was standing at the doorway with eyes blown wide in shock and mouth open,my jaw was seconds away from touchdown. The boy from earlier with the sandy blond hair and tattoos dressed in all black was sitting on her bed and she was kneeling in front of him, between his spread legs, and she was...I would never unsee this. I shook myself out of my frozen state and run out like the floor had caught fire.

"Not a single person should be missing. I want the elders, the warriors, the civilians, the maids, every single person with breath in their lungs. It doesn't have to be a rumor anymore" She nodded her head and walked away. I leaned against the wall as soon as Lia walked away. My body was weakened. My knees wobbled. I tried hard to stand on both feet, literally and figuratively. By afternoon, the people were gathered outside the pack house. I grabbed the moonstone from where I kept it. The stone hummed in my ears as soon as my hands held it. It glowed—a bright blue glow that could almost shatter the eyes. I stepped on the podium given to me, with the moonstone in my hand.

My Alpha slept with another woman. He promised me, "It was an accident." "I was drugged," he said. "I didn't even know what I was doing. Besides, I've already used my family's influence to bury it. No one will ever know." But three months later, I found him in the hospital with her—the pregnant Omega. This time, what Sebastian said to me was as cold and final as a death sentence: "Sophia, you're a smart woman. You understand the importance of a bloodline. This child will be the strongest Alpha heir our pack has seen in decades." That was it. My heart shattered. I turned and walked away. But they had no idea what they had just unleashed.