Novel & Cerita Elsa Bloodstone

“I knew when I rescued Elise. The moment our eyes met, every cell in my body reacted like someone struck a chord inside my ribs.” “No,” Aisling says flatly. “Try again.” I meet her eyes. “Aisling. I’m not confused.” “You are,” she replies in a soft, icy voice. “Spectacularly.” My hands curl into fists. Zarina clears her throat. “There’s something else, isn’t there?” “And then when she fainted from the silver poisoning, I touched her blood—it—it reacted.” Aisling straightens. “Explain.” “It shimmered. Under the moonlight. Like molten silver mixed with light. It glowed for a second, then vanished.”

A white light emanated from her fingertips and seemed to engulf her whole body in a faint, ethereal glow. ​ Placing her hands back onto her coffee, she opened her eyes and gave Seraphina a small smile. “They are on their way.” ​ ​ “Well, are you sure there isn’t a Sodalite stone in here? Seracian was a collector of rare objects.” Oisin mused as he walked around the perimeter of the room, meticulously studying the contents of the shelves. ​ “No,” Isobella shook her head, “I tried sensing for it and I can’t find anything.”

Elisa shrugged as she dragged the bag and set it down next to the wardrobe. “Were you the person who gave me this rose?” Rain nodded her head at the delicate rose that was kept inside of a glass vase with water. The single rose was the only thing in it. Elisa shifted her attention to the flower, started at it for a few seconds before nodding her head in affirmation. She didn’t say a word after that, she just led Rain to the vanity table that was set up for her in the room because she knew that it wasn’t there before.

He lifted the baby in front of his face and examined the doll-eyed baby who exchanged stares at him. "Pick herbs for her Ellaine. That's what she likes especially the violet, heart-shaped ones." "I don' t know how they really look like. I'm afraid I won't be able to find them. Can you help me?" "I'm sorry Ellaine. I have so much to do tonight." Ellaine held her cheek lovingly, "But I think our friend Finrod here can show you." "Me?" "Him?" She raised her eye brows. "Well, that's not such a bad idea?"

The moon hung low, pale and cold. The woman's face flashed in my mind. Seraphina. Her eyes wide with fear. Then with fury. Then with fire. Dragon fire. "Let Isolde be for now. She's the least of my concern. Send word to our allies," I said. "Tell them the Luna of Stonecrest is not what she seems. Tell them she carries the blood of the Elyxis. Tell them she is dangerous." The soldier's eyes widened. "My Lord... if that is true—"

My throat tightened. I looked at the strange shimmer in front of us and stepped closer, slowly, careful not to touch it. “Keilah,” I whispered, hoping, praying, begging. Nothing. The silence was worse than death. Aaron sighed and pulled out a crystal wrapped in thorns. “This is a bloodstone. It responds to memory. To intend. I can use it to guide us closer—but it won’t show the full path unless her soul calls back.” “Then she better start calling,” I muttered, even though I knew… I knew she couldn’t.

Chapter 4: The Masquerade The black diamonds felt like a cold, heavy collar. Elena stood before the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the east wing, her fingers trembling as she wrestled with the platinum clasp. The stones were a deep, obsidian hue—darker than the shadows pooling in the corners of the room. They didn’t sparkle with the cheerful light of white diamonds; instead, they seemed to absorb the room’s glow, much like the man who had gifted them to her.

she asked, bracing herself. "The vessel," Elias said. "The stone Luca found. It doesn't just store bloodline power. It's also a beacon. The moment you touched it and it activated, it didn't just show you visions of the past." "What did it do?" Aurora asked, dread pooling low in her stomach. Elias's expression turned grim. "It announced your location to every bloodline-sensitive artifact and awakened wolf still buried beneath this kingdom. Including whatever remains of the ancient army your ancestors sealed away centuries ago."

"You see, not all witches would stand to listen to this tale. I mean, they don't care if it's your fault for becoming so powerful. They would rather kill you spot on so, hold on..." Elisa went to a shinny desk as Abi keenly watched. Elisa's hand nimbly sparkled with silvery ethereal glow and a nice silver jewel appeared in her palm. This amulet was made mostly of swarvoski crystal from the ancient era. This type has gone on extinction and only Elisa knew how to convoke them from the past. And it was known to have great effect of hiding the powerful side of someone. At least, it makes look weak on the outer view and no one suspects a thing.

“Fine. But we’ll need leverage. A reason for Elias to step into the trap himself, not just send his men.” Selene swallowed. There was only one thing Elias wanted more than her. “The bloodstone,” she whispered. Cassian tensed. “You still have it?” She reached into the folds of her cloak, fingers brushing against the cool, pulsing gem. It was more than just a rare artifact. It was power. A power Elias had been hunting for years. “If I offer to trade myself and the bloodstone, he’ll come,” Selene said. “And when he does, we strike first.”