Bloodstone Outside Woman Novels & Stories

Her pink lower lip caught between her teeth in the most— Fuck! Rain. He’d almost forgotten about her. The woman he kept in Martha’s cabin and he still didn’t know the reason why he did what he did. She should be dead by now, after the shit her brother pulled. She was wearing an oversized grey hoodie that didn’t reach her knees, the rest of her soft looking legs out in the open. The exposed caramel skin left little to the imagination, he could help but imagine what those long legs would feel like around his waist or over his shoulders…

“The forest is a living being, you can't feed it blood just to seek my home. You can't let it crave what you can't give,” She rolled her eyes. No one understood the forest like he did and she wasn't here to receive a lecture. Uninvitedly, she stepped into the house and instantly, Kaizen saw blood stains on her back. He approached speedily and lifted the shirt over her head before she could react, leaving her in her bra. He looked at the burnt marks on her back. “Who did this?” Revna didn't react, she stayed still and made no attempt to cover her exposed body. “My Pack. It's nothing,”

Nobody in Nightingale moved. That included Haley, which was historically rare and therefore alarming. The stone woman stood in the nursery doorway with seawater pooling around her bare marble feet. She was tall, not giant like Fenrir, not vast like Vorathen, but the room bent toward her anyway. Her face carried the ruin of temples, the patience of statues, and the quiet anger of every woman carved by men who wanted beauty to stay still. Susan held the receipts tighter. Lionel Pierce whispered, "Do not look directly if she has snakes."

Before I could answer she was already moving and the pace she set through the corridor forced me to follow immediately while teh structure around us groaned with shifting stone and distant movement. “Saphire. Slow down.” I called after her. “No.” She said. The answer came flat and immediate. The corridors twisted sharply ahead of us and the sounds of fighting grew louder with every turn while flashes of movement flickered through the gaps in the walls. Another scream echoed somewhere nearby. Human, maybe wolf. I couldn’t tell. Sapphire reached the next intersection first and she paused just long enough to assess the sound before turning left without hesitation. “How do you know where they ar

“You’re still playing by the old rules.” Seraphine took a step forward before Alaric could protest. “If this is what’s needed for me to be accepted… I’ll do it.” She slipped her finger into the ring. The room held its breath. The bloodstone did not burn. Instead, it flickered faintly, as if… curious. Lady Anathra’s brows furrowed. “She is untouched,” she murmured. “Unwritten.” “Pure,” Lord Vaelthorne added. “a..human”

Then sat me up on a chair in front of a mirror. And for the first time in a long time, I get to see myself. It was a pale young girl with a big dark circle under her dark eyes as if she hasn't slept for days. Her collar bones stick out from her loose white dress. She was sitting there in front of me with a blank stare. Soulless, like a doll, a haunted doll. Even I have a difficult time recognizing her. Is THAT how I look like? "Don't worry about that," one of the ladies comforts me. I have never seen her before, but she has a pair of lovely green gelatine-like eyes. So let's call her 'gelatine eyes lady' for now.

She was the true grace the Moon Goddess had given me. Suddenly, a terrified howl erupted from the gravesite, cutting through the violence. The Beta warriors had dug through the earth. My body wasn't there. The corpse, a stranger hastily wrapped in rags, was not me. There was only a moonstone pendant, tied with a silk ribbon, glowing faintly beside the body. "The moonstone…" Kaelan's voice suddenly choked. He shakily picked up the pendant, his knuckles white from the force of his grip.

Selena says to me, as she quickly moves to grab a vial, while I remain focused, seeing the speckle now circling as it continues to rise from the center of the sunstone. But as it rose from the center, I could feel something within the sunstone holding onto it, as if a game of tug of war was being played, stopping it from reaching the surface. I was finding it hard to believe that the sunstone wanted to keep the tainted blood within it, making me wonder if there was another source of power at play from within it.

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.”

She lifts something from the ash: a stone bowl, blackened and cracked. She holds it out. Inside is water. Clear. Still. Reflective. “Look,” she says. I do. And in the surface, I see it—not a reflection—a vision. A flickering flame, bone crowns, wolves bowed to a woman with no collar, only a spiral burning across her back. Her eyes glow the same red as mine did under the Blood Moon.