Bloodstone Outside Woman Novels & Stories

The woman’s whole body was ravaged with injuries, especially her face. It was so bad that not only was she not recognizable, but very little of her face was left. Bone showed through in several places. Zephyra’s stomach clenched and turned with nausea, and it took all the willpower she had to keep from getting sick right there. A piece of metal sparkled in the harsh shimmer of the motion detection lights, and Zephyra gladly looked away from what was left of the woman’s face to the small necklace around her neck. It was an All Seeing Eye pendant. It glittered and taunted her in a macabre sort of way. Zephyra knew this necklace all too well.

“I would never hurt them.” She smiled sadly. “That is not what I meant. Darkness comes not always from hatred. Sometimes… it comes from pain.” Then she showed me visions—of Ama kneeling in a circle of witches, power surging around her. Of a spell being cast across kingdoms. Of Nathaniel, eyes empty, straining against invisible chains. “Find the moonstone,” the woman said. “It will anchor your spirit. Without it, you will drown.” “Where is it?” I asked.

Philip asked. Ludo glared at him vehemently and said, “A bloodstone was dug up in Mystic Mine Seven three years ago. The entire jade looked as if it was permeated with blood. It was red from the inside out. It was rumored that people who have seen this bloodstone have gotten into accidents one after another. They either committed suicide, were dying from illness, or went crazy. After that, Mystic Mine Seven was closed. It was only opened recently.” After waiting for a while, Philip asked anxiously, “Is that it?”

She was radiant with the kind of health that comes from clean air and power. She wore a gown of heavy black velvet that absorbed the light, cut to accentuate a figure that was no longer a girl’s, but a woman’s. The bodice was encrusted not with glass beads, but with raw, uncut diamonds the size of quail eggs. Around her neck sat a necklace of rubies so dark they looked like crystallized blood—stones from the deepest veins of Mount Kael. She walked on Cyprian’s arm, her head held high, her mismatched eyes scanning the room with the boredom of a predator inspecting a petting zoo.

A ripple of misogynistic chuckles goes around the table and I add the mental note that all those empty council seats should be filled by women. “We have black moonstone in our house. Spheres, jewelry, trinkets… this has never happened to us,” he finishes. “Then it must be enchanted in some way,” another council member puts in. “Who saw this spell at work?” “I did. And my bodyguard, Xiao.” I turn and thank her and indicate she can take the box away. I didn’t even want to bring it into a room full of werewolves, but the prop has proved effective. “She can testify that black moonstone was found in a bracelet on the assassin who took my hand.”

"Step back, little flame." Anyu turned around, appalled. A woman shoved from the shadows between graves. Gray as ash, robes wrapped around her, hood up, long braids of silver falling to her hips. She moved like smoke, unseen and quiet. Her weathered, lovely face—cheekbones skeletal, lips full, eyes the same burnished bronze color as Corven's. Anya gasped for breath. "Who is she?" The woman said nothing. She knelt beside Corven, fingers crossed over his wounds. The pendant on her neck—a sunstone, carved—glowed softly, pulsing in time with Corven's dwindling heart.

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.

I heard a feminine voice in my head. “ Who are you?” “ Doesn't matter, if you leave right now I will cure you,” she said. Then my gaze fell on the snake who had been staring at me. “ I am not leaving,” I gritted out. “ Then die here,” she said in her angry voice. “ I won't let anyone take the bloodstone from here,” she added. “ And I will not leave without it,” I replied. “ But I can promise you one thing: after i use that stone I will return it it's place,” i said, i wanted to make an offer.

Her chin. For a sliver of a second the pack, the valley, the war all fell away and there was only the shape of her under my palms. “There’s a spy in White Cliff,” I said. My voice was a blade, steady. “They’re pushing stories to Bloodstone. About you. About us.” I watched the old ghosts cross her face—Bloodstone’s name pulled the past from its hiding place, and I could see how it cut. “They’re not finished with me,” she whispered.

The moment the mind-link snapped shut, the echo of his rage still pressed against my skull. “See?” Selene’s voice dripped with contempt inside the shared link. “Low-blood trash always thinks they can steal what isn’t theirs.” I said nothing. That diamond was my mother’s bride-gift, the Moon’s Tear. That diamond wasn’t just a jewel. It was my mother’s bridal heirloom—the Moon’s Tear. When our pack was on the brink of collapse, she pawned it to secure the foundation of what would become the Silvermane Dominion.