Bloodstone Outside Woman Novels & Stories

“Don’t mourn for them, my love. They wouldn’t have shown you any mercy.” A sigh escaped her lips, a whisper of resignation. “Yes, yes, I know. But still…” I silenced her with a kiss, tasting the salt of her tears, the exhaustion on her lips. “Come, I see the bloodstone.” The moonlight illuminated the place where the bloodstone lay on top of a jagged rock formation that looked like a sacred altar. The bloodstone was nothing more than a piece of dark green crystal with red splashes that mimicked blood spatter on it. It didn’t look like much, but some say it had magical powers.

… Alexander turned into the chatter, picking up bits of intel, and shot a glance at his companion. "Hey man, what's this bloodstone you're talking about? Mind filling us in?" "Yeah, I'm all ears!" Phoenix and Red Rose played their part, flashing smiles at the men behind them. The sight of the ladies melted any resistance, and the informed among the men were tripping over themselves to share. "It's called a Red Bloodstone, deep red all over, with a bit of blood sealed inside." "And it's in great shape, the blood's not even dry."

Krister asked, looking at his tablet still before walking to the back room. “Black? She doesn’t-- I mean didn’t wear anything else?” she asked, her eyebrows meeting in the middle confused. “Don’t tell me she’s one of those people…” “Yes, specifically black clothing. They’re hot in the day but you disappear in the night. That’s what she always said to me.” Krister disappeared in the back to get something whilst Rojean was left there to contemplate on her own how she was going to pull the act off if she was a bad liar herself.

A thick black cloud spread across everything except the red moon—now at its peak, which hung there exposed and blazing against the darkness. The temple doors slammed repeatedly on their hinges as a blinding light erupted from the center of the room, directly where Aurelian sat, still and unmoved through all of it. Angora grabbed her jaw, her eyes fixed on the light. “The Bloodstone,” she breathed. “After centuries, it’ll finally be mine again.” Aurelian slowly opened his eyes. They were glowing white. He rose to his feet and turned toward the source of the light, walking toward it steadily until he stood directly before the Bloodstone.

"This woman has been seen around asking questions about the Eclipse pack and the moonstone. She was also sighted in a bar with Rhea just days ago, outside Manhattan." I looked at the woman with the blunt black Bob cut. She looked cold, and icy, dressed in a silver dress with rings lining all her fingers. I picked up more of her photos and she wore the same bracelets in most of them. The bracelets she wore on her hands looked familiar. "Notice anything?" Lannon asked and I nodded, looking closer at the pictures. "Those bracelets." I mumbled, I had seen the symbol on her bracelets before. "Those were the same symbols on the walls of the warehouse where those witches used to carry out their rit

It parted to reveal a narrow stony path that led to a celestial universe as though I was an astronaut who was on the moon itself. A stunning woman was sitting on a mystic topaz boulder where thousands of vertical citrine slates swished around in the black air. They displayed newborn pups being birthed. “Ah, you're here,” she greeted, sweet and melodic, turning on the boulder to look at me. A kind smile stretched across her perfect red lips and her brilliant polyhedroid eyes with bands of dark blue, translucent yellow, and silver, twinkled like the stars. She was dressed in a shimmering white gown with gray embellishments at the hem. Her long silver blond hair cascaded down her back, glisteni

Livia suggested coldly, "Lock her in the silver cellar. The silver chains will suppress her pathetic wolf. We can't risk her breaking out and ruining Jocelyn's big day tomorrow." I lay there, my vision blurring. But I used the last of my strength to look at the cracked, dull moonstone on the coffee table. "I'm telling you... one last time..." I rasped. "If you want to save tomorrow's ceremony... fix that amulet. Restore its power now..." My father glanced at Livia. Her face turned beet red with rage. "You dare bring up that stupid rock!" Livia snapped completely. Screaming, she lunged at the table, grabbed the moonstone, and hurled it at the floor with everything she had.

Fresh and hot– “Skye! Skye, Gods, look at me–” There’s another body on the ice. A young woman, I think, judging by the thickness and length of her hair, but I can’t make out the color because of the blood. It’s everywhere. There’s so much of it. “Is this what you’re talking about? Your bracelet?” A shadow rises over the body–cloaked in black. Red eyes meet mine and hold. “Skye?” “Run.”

Drake and Lyca, their two comrades, were already there, their faces etched with grim determination. “We have them," Lady Susan announced, her voice echoing in the cavernous space. She held up three gleaming stones, their surfaces pulsating with otherworldly energy. Drake and Lyca's eyes widened in recognition. "The stone spirits of the werewolf god supreme," Drake breathed, his voice filled with awe. With reverence, they placed the stones on a pedestal before a massive statue, its towering form adorned with twelve piercing eyes. The stones emitted a blinding flash of light, momentarily illuminating the hideout with an ethereal glow.

At its center lay a shallow basin carved from black stone, its surface slick with something that reflected no light at all. Blood had been poured here. A lot of it. The air tasted bitter, metallic, and beneath that, something sweet and wrong. “This is where they bound it,” Ben said quietly. “No,” I replied, stepping forward. “This is where it was invited.” Around the basin, the walls were etched with scenes. Wolves kneeling. Wolves burning. Wolves crowned. Wolves broken. At the far side, one carving stopped my breath entirely. A woman with long hair, her wrist cut, her blood flowing into the basin.