Elsa Bloodstone Novels & Stories

The air turned heavy, pressing down on their lungs until every breath felt stolen. Seraphine raised the Bloodstone high. “VAELROS SERAXA..…” she whispered, daring the name. The torches extinguished. The Orchard above groaned. The acolytes fell to their knees, clutching their throats as if hands of smoke strangled them. Mira screamed, though no sound carried beyond the chamber. The Bloodstone cracked. From its fracture seeped a light neither red nor black but something in-between—something like the color of pain made flesh.

It was polar opposites here , everything seemed in place, raging from the serene peaceful environment to the outmost beauty and the individual comportment of how everyone went about their business. The cozy long ride came to stop as we approached a large estate, it looked like the presidential Aso Rock back in Nigeria, the gate swung open after the horning of our car , the car came to a halt in the parking lot, I saw five other cars , of which I knew the names of only four , a black lamborghini, black bugatti veyron , a red rolls royce and an ash SUV, "who is this son of a filthy rich bastard" I cried under my breath. We were asked into the house , getting inside I stood mouth agape , starin

There’s a shallow silver bowl with three smaller glass bowls. Different dried herbs. A small glass vial filled with clear liquid. And an oval stone unlike anything I have ever seen before that is smooth and pale. It is almost translucent. My eyes remain fixed on it. “What is that?” I ask. “It is a bloodstone.” “It doesn’t look like one.” “It is called that because of what it does, not because of what it looks like.” Fair enough. The healer places the stone in the centre of the silver bowl while the other healers arrange themselves around the table.

I said, smiling over its beauty. "It's a bloodstone. Very rare and very beautiful, like our Luna." A tall woman with dark purple scales spoke. I believe she was a Basilisk. I remembered Bolton said not to look them in the eye too long. "Thank you! Can I purchase it, and this one for my sister?" I held out a matching one with a blue stone. "The blood and tears. A perfect combination for you both. $300 for the set." "Seriously!" Hailey's mouth dropped.

said Eli as she pondered. "D country is famous for mystical stones. They say they are from fallen meteorites. Research scientists have shown that the stone contains a lot of minerals that stabilize the electromagnetic field in the body, accelerates blood circulation, prevent blockage, and helps to reduce high blood pressure, hyperlipidemia, and high blood sugar," said Sean. "It sounds as if it's meant for the elderly. Will you be able to get one for me? I would like to give it to Stella's mother-in-law. Her mother-in-law treats me quite well," said Eli.

“Hm,” Elara murmured, the sound tight in her throat. “Interesting. Prince Adrain could surely get his hands on something rare…” But her eyes said something else entirely. They didn’t move from the stone. She leaned in, close enough to feel the warmth it pulsed into Nyma’s skin. “Our family’s moonstones reflect the bloodline,” Elara said quietly. “Silver for vision. White for resolve. Yours was silver, the night we crowned you Luna. A perfect match. But this…”

He simply reached through the three hundred miles of copper and salt-brine and pulled. Sudden violent spasm tore through Elara’s right arm. The silver alloy of her skin contracted her fingers locking onto the basalt cube with a grip so fierce that the stone began to splinter into black sand. The crimson lines beneath her skin turned an electric violet, the color of the Unspoken’s dead ink. "Elara!" Jasmine lunged across the table, her dagger flashing in the candlelight as she tried to pry Elara's hand from the basalt block. Before her blade could touch the metal, a six-foot arc of static erupted from Elara’s shoulder striking Jasmine square in the chest and throwing the White Lotus agent bac

Tharion set to work, using his knowledge of alchemy and the arcane to forge the Bloodstone Amulet. The creation of the amulet was a complex and dangerous process. Tharion began by selecting a rare mineral known as Bloodstone, which was said to have the ability to store and amplify energy. The Bloodstone was a deep, blood-red crystal, veined with streaks of black that seemed to pulse with a life of their own. It was a mineral that was difficult to find and even harder to work with, but Tharion was determined to succeed.

Elena's point of view. Sitting on either side of the kitchen table, Elizabeth sips her fresh, steaming tea and begins, "There are four Elder Blood packs on the continent—the four original Alpha bloodlines. VuK., Gold, Zander, Barsek." You know Alexa, Vanda's sister is mated to Alpha Gold? Elizabeth asked me and I nodded.

The orange sky began to darken into a bruised violet, and the ground beneath their paws changed from brittle salt to a smooth, obsidian-like stone that vibrated with a low-frequency thrum. "We’re standing on the lid," Elias whispered, his strength slowly returning as Rhea shared her warmth. He pressed his palm to the black stone. "The sea is directly beneath us. It’s not just silver, Rhea. It’s a pressurized, liquid-state mineral. It’s the mountain’s blood, pushed west by the Oakhaven explosion." "How do we get to it?" Sela asked, looking at the impenetrable glass floor. "We don't have the heavy drills, and the Scrappers are still out there in the mist."