Bloodstone Villain Novels & Stories

It was the Crimson Blade. “Didn't I says not to get close to them? What, Now? One of them already know your a girl. Later on he will also know you are a Killer. Didn't I say you don't need them? That you don't deserve them? Your a lonely wolf seeking for revenge. You can't get too close to anyone until you achieve it. We been shackled with this hatred towards that man. A fire that will never be burnt down. We're living in darkness and they are living in the light. Light and dark can never be together.”

It read: The Bloodstone Vampyre There will come a time when One rises, from death, to live again. Their death will be tragic, painful, and they will be separated from those they love. They are a phoenix, in fanged form: rising from the ashes of their past self to live eternally, providing protection for their community. They will be gifted, as their title suggests. The bloodstone is a powerful crystal, blessed in the ways of dispelling evil and elemental control. The Bloodstone Vampyre shall take this name, for their powers are aligned.

Yesterday he was trash-talking Quinn to his friends, and today he's playing the victim in front of Vivian. [Hold on. The villainess already derailed the original plot. Since he couldn't save the damsel in distress, he's trying a different way to win the female lead over.] As he spoke, Nathan slowly rolled up the sleeve of his left arm. Several shocking red marks on the inside of his forearm were exposed beneath the light. "Her moods change without warning. In her eyes, everyone around her is just an outlet for her anger." I stared at the marks on his arm and almost laughed.

It pulses like a heartbeat. My jaw tightens. Jerry’s defiance—swiping that key—will be handled later. For now, the bloodstone’s what matters. It’s tied to Vasilias Lykaon, the ancient alpha whose legacy Damon wants to turn into a weapon. If Damon gets it first, Crescent’s mine no more.

She winked, humorous as ever. “I need answers, please,” I said, crossing my arms. “Sophia my ancestor she showed up in a vision again. Said the bloodstone’s tied to me. You’re the only one who can help me!” Walda cackled, leaning on her staff. “A vision, eh? That old hybrid’s restless. I told you—war’s coming, and the bloodstone’s the answer to everything. But it’s not a toy, girl, it’s only trouble.”

"Ethan, join us. We're going to need your power." Ethan joined them, and his heart was beating fast from both fear and excitement. The moonstone kept getting brighter, and they could feel something dark and evil coming closer. As they put their hands together and started to focus their energy, a dark figure came out of the woods. It was Alpha Victor, the head of a rival pack who had wanted the power of the moonstone for a long time. Victor sneered at them while his eyes shone with greed. "Well, what have we got here? The moonstone, which was unguarded, and three stupid dogs."

"Ivy's father, Thomas Pemberton, was executed for colluding with vampires in a bloodstone trade. Ivy inherited her father's traitor blood — Alpha King, tonight's attack may have been orchestrated by her from the start!" I listened, and the pain cut deeper than anything from my past life. Fabricating charges — Cain had always been an expert at that. I dragged my bleeding body upright and held out both hands, palms up. "Moonstone is lethal to vampires. If I had any connection to them, the moonstone would have burned straight through my palms." My hands were clean. Not a single scorch mark. "Cain says my father colluded with vampires in a bloodstone trade — that trade existed, but the one behin

"You fell for a stray. You let your cock rule your crown. Now, the pack takes back its destiny." He turned to Elodie. The moonstone necklace was glowing a violent, sickly violet. It burned. It felt like a hot iron pressed against her windpipe. "I'm going to shatter this stone, girl," Silas said, his eyes wild. "And when I do, every drop of that royal blood will pour into me. You’ll be a husk by dawn." Elodie’s knees buckled. She hit the stone floor, her breath coming in shallow, jagged hitches. The twins kicked—a violent, dual throb that sent a jolt of white-hot agony through her spine. They were being pulled. They were being stolen.

Adriana stammered out a question as she was surprised and embarrassed by the gesture. “This is a bloodstone,” he replied. “It is made when a wolf infuses their blood essence into a regular stone and with this on your neck, I will always know where you are and if you are ever in danger, I'll sense it through my blood essence in the stone and I'll come running to you no matter where you are.”

Every order was carried out swiftly, as if their bodies no longer belonged to them but to him. Harrion’s gaze fell on the portion of the soldiers who had once served Maxton. They had fought valiantly against him when he took over the Western Region, but now they stood as hollowed out remains of their former selves, their loyalty shattered and replaced with the cold control of the Bloodstone Amulet. The very sight of it brought a cruel smile to his face. And beneath his crisp white shirt were hidden the dark veins that were slowly creeping into his heart, the dark magic slowly and gradually taking over the host.