Bloodstone Villain Novels & Stories

The duke, on the other hand, looked at the outside underground market built in his room as his own built property beside a café He was informed by the shadow knight, that the name of the man that had been long anonymously sending him his illegal activities, was Victor Polly. Never did he knew anything deeper than that man. All he knew was he’s a former spy of a ruined noble. But he’s originally one of the throne claimers that Arthur left to live in a faraway land – yet he also didn’t expected to find his death at the duke’s hands "Yes my lord, we killed him and all of his family together inside the house as well as setting fire on the house. We leave it like it was done with an accident," th

"He came up with everything! He's the one who put me up to it! I had no idea what was going on!" The moment Felix realized he was being set up to take the fall, he completely snapped. "Screw you, Robert! You're pinning this whole damn thing on me?" His words came out in a deranged, frantic flood. "Officers, don't believe a word he says! The gold he sells in his stores isn't even pure! "He regularly scams customers by skimming gold off their jewelry under the pretense of cleaning and repairs! He's the real mastermind here!" … The police cordoned off the entire jewelry store with yellow tape.

His eyes darkened. “This isn’t only about Marlene. You know exactly what I’m talking about, Ethan!” he snapped. “I’ve told you repeatedly, Mr. Caspian Blackwood—I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I replied evenly. They dragged another man into the room. His fingers were missing. I didn’t need an explanation. “Touching me isn’t the problem, Caspian. It’s what happens after you hurt a La Rosa. We both know there are boundaries even in the underworld,” I said, carefully playing my cards.

"Each stone is over 100 carats. Flawless and unbreakable. Rarer than gold, even rarer than blood. These aren’t just jewels—they’re legacy pieces, the kind of power that speaks without a word." Victor stood straighter. “And tonight, all six of these priceless stones are available to the highest bidders. As for the first three items—those interested may speak with me privately.” He gestured for his assistant to step forward and took a pair of gloves from him. “My assistant will take over the rest of the bidding. Have an exquisite night, gentlemen.” Victor then approached the glass case containing the biotech weapon and picked it up himself. His men followed suit, gathering the other items.

“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.

“There's signs of struggle. She must have suffered before death. Whoever did it is malicious.” Jarvis sauntered over to the little table beside the bed and picked up an empty glass. He brought it to his nose and sniffed. He immediately grimaced in disgust and walked back, extending the glass to Kaizen. “It's a monkhood and wolfbane.” Kaizen took the glass from him and sniffed under his nose and indeed it was a monkhood fixed with wolf-bane, the deadliest form of poison for a werewolf.

I was about to cross the boundary when dark, raw energy emanating in waves hit me full force causing my whole body to shiver with excitement and delight as I smelt it—death. I halted, my lips curling into a sneer as my thundering heart reminded me of what I’d left behind. Death was in the air, and the Moonstone pack was the main target. I clenched my hands into fists as I felt my rage pulse within me. It was their fault my beloved was suffering. It was them that put him in a hopeless position that I had to use my soul to save him. And now, there was a possibility that I’d lose him to infinite darkness.

Please let my sister go she cried Don't you dare say that again cause he can't do me anything Crystal said to Karen No stop it Crystal let's beg him to free us, I can't allow anything happen to you Karen cried Crystal, what a beautiful name that fits the owner Lamia exclaimed Little girl stop crying, I won't hurt your sister I promise Lamia told Karen and she believed him and stand to her feet and smiled at Lamia Lamia loosen his hold on Crystal and she dragged her hand and gave Lamia a bad look You should not try that next time cause it's dangerous beauty, you smell human but always lie about being a vampire I smell human? Crystal asked and fear gripped her

“Why not?” “You won’t be able to go head to head against him.” “Who is ‘him’?” “That’d be me, but no. I’m no ‘him’.” What I dreaded the most was finally coming true. Benjamin was going to get his hands on the bloodstones. “Miss me, Acheron?” The sickly sweet voice asked. If only the female had a fraction of that sweetness in her. I should’ve known it was her approaching. She was stronger than she looked, and had been a valuable asset to my lair when I was the leader.

He moved towards Sybil and threatened, " I think you do not value your daughter's life anymore." Sybil was suddenly scared at the mention of her daughter. "Please don't harm my daughter. I already told you whatever I know because of which you even managed to get the moonstone here," begged Sybil. " Then why is Samara still trapped inside even after being spilled with the Black family blood?" asked Daniel annoyed. Sybil thought for a while and asked, " How did you make Mr. Black spill his blood on the stone?" " I shot an arrow on his hand."