Elsa Bloodstone Novels & Stories

“But most importantly, you must know that her spirit’s protection is not foolproof. Here.” She held out a small crystal to me. “This is a moonstone,” she said. “Keep it on your person at all times; don’t lose it like you lost the talisman.” At the mention of losing the talisman, I felt my face redden. My parents gaped at me, astonished, but said nothing. I gingerly took the pale white stone, noticing how cool it felt in my palm. “What will this do?” I asked. “Moonstone is a crystal that is known for its lunar properties,” Elara said. “More specifically, it has been studied as a powerful tool to strengthen bonds. No one is quite sure how it works, but it is believed to especially strengthen t

Dax assured her, moving to her side, placing a hand on her other shoulder. "I'm sure you will," Kelda said, holding up a hand. "There's something else. Something I need to check." She turned to one of her bags and withdrew a small, ornate box. Inside was a crystal that seemed to pulse with an inner light. "What is that?" Vivi asked, fascinated despite her exhaustion. "A moonstone," Kelda explained. "It reacts to shifter blood. The stronger the reaction, the stronger the shifter bloodline." She held the stone over Vivi's heart.

“Don’t mourn for them, my love. They wouldn’t have shown you any mercy.” A sigh escaped her lips, a whisper of resignation. “Yes, yes, I know. But still…” I silenced her with a kiss, tasting the salt of her tears, the exhaustion on her lips. “Come, I see the bloodstone.” The moonlight illuminated the place where the bloodstone lay on top of a jagged rock formation that looked like a sacred altar. The bloodstone was nothing more than a piece of dark green crystal with red splashes that mimicked blood spatter on it. It didn’t look like much, but some say it had magical powers.

My father was the only one that showed love to me. "I know the bloodstone of Elizabeth Bathony. There are a lot of legends around it. The souls of the poor girls that she murdered are captured in that bloodstone. Others say that if you break the stone, you will release all the souls, and they will take their revenge on Elizabeth or whoever the bloodstone owner is at that stage. I do not know if I believe that because I do not know what happened back then. It can be that a gypsy or a witch has captured the souls of the young woman in that bloodstone. I do not believe it can protect who owns it, but one never knows," Robin says.

It was like a voice whispering at the edge of her mind, promising ruin. Yoona raised her hands, whispering an incantation in a language so old it vibrated through the air like thunder beneath the skin. The runes flared and then dimmed, the wall dissolving into mist. The three of them stepped through. The chamber was vast and suffocating, lit by a dozen black candles whose flames burned blue instead of gold. At the center of the room, on a pedestal carved from obsidian, lay the Bloodstone , a jagged crystal, glowing with a sinister, pulsing red. Beside it, resting on black velvet, gleamed a silver dagger etched with runes that seemed to crawl when stared at too long.

He didn’t answer. Me? I sat there clutching honey tea, wondering if safety in Nytherra was real—or just another kind of cage. Elena coaxed me deeper into the cottage later, showing shelves carved with sigils and jars labeled in looping script. I touched one filled with glowing petals. “Moonblossom,” she said. “For courage. Or for sleeping without dreams.” Another jar, thin silver dust. “Ground starstone. For truth.” It smelled sharp, like lightning after rain.

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.”

I’m about to use Emerald’s eyes again when a vision overwhelms me. ** I see Alpha Everly’s eyes glow menacingly. They are now a glowing iridescent white, incredibly spooky. Light swirls around her as she brings vines up from the ground. There are creatures with red eyes surrounding her, pressed to kill. The creatures are pitch black, twisted and evil. While they fear her light, they are charged with one motivation: snuff out the light. She can’t do this alone. She needs help. I see a pair of hazel eyes before me. They close with finality. I see the same vision, but with a pair of bright blue eyes. There is a feeling of sorrow that washes over me.

Half an hour before I was to seal a blood bond, my vampire fiance's steward stopped me outside my own bedchamber. "I'm sorry, Your Grace, but your key doesn't fit this lock." His words made my stomach drop. "That's impossible. Crowley Ashbourne handed it to me himself." "According to our records, the bedchamber is currently occupied by Lady Elsa Ashbourne, Lord Crowley's adopted sister. She set a ward over it, and only Lord Crowley's blood seal can open the door." My lady's maid, Marta Bell, went white at the steward's answer. The bonding gown, the moonstone ring, every single thing the ceremony required, all of it was still inside that room. In half an hour, vampire nobles from every territ

"Thank you, Slone. I cannot say I have anything like this." I smile. "The stones next to it are carnelian, jade, and clear quartz. Carnelian awakens power and creativity, jade brings self-love, and quartz is a natural focus for power and manifestation. I know," I pause, "I know you don't believe in this stuff, but I believe in it and I think my belief will be strong enough for us both. I love you, Rosie." She smiles at me as she places the necklace around her neck. "I love you too, Slone. You really are my best friend."