Elsa Bloodstone Novels & Stories

The revelation in the Silver Archive felt like the final piece of a shattered mirror locking into place. Elena paced the length of the chamber, the cold blue light reflecting off her eyes, turning them into pools of frozen mercury. The physical symptoms she had dismissed as trauma—the lethargy, the feeling of being "hollow"—were, in reality, the effects of a sustained spiritual drain orchestrated by the Bloodstone elders to suppress her heritage.

I closed my eyes, blowing out a breath. "I, Alora Elwood, renounce the deal of Balthazar Kolgrim and Imelda Bloodstone." I gasped as I felt something snap within me, the immense power my mother stole vanishing from my soul. I opened my eyes, locking with Balthazars. His mouth spread into a wide grin, nothing but gratitude swirling in his ice-blue gaze. He pulled out a small silk pouch from his pocket. "I believe we are now even." He said, tossing it toward me and vanishing out of sight. I caught the pouch in my hand, opened it, and dumped the contents into my palm. A small jasper amulet carved into the shape of a wolf landed in my palm.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

Selena says to me, as she quickly moves to grab a vial, while I remain focused, seeing the speckle now circling as it continues to rise from the center of the sunstone. But as it rose from the center, I could feel something within the sunstone holding onto it, as if a game of tug of war was being played, stopping it from reaching the surface. I was finding it hard to believe that the sunstone wanted to keep the tainted blood within it, making me wonder if there was another source of power at play from within it.

They have to pay blood for blood. Isabel’s hair stuck to her face as she walked back to her house in the rain. The heavy rain that splattered her body was the least of her worries. Her beast had long disappeared after killing Carlos. She has never been so enraged to the extent of murdering one of her own, but Carlos left her with no choice. Her mate was her top most priority besides her pack. Whoever messes with her mate messes with her, and her pack members weren’t an exception. Ignacio’s ear piercing screams from a distance didn’t make her feel remorseful for her actions. They had it coming sooner or later. Above all else, she only hopes that the moon goddess forgives her for killing one o

I saw the way the words were sitting on top of her tongue, words that weren't nice, but at the last minute, she seemed to have changed her mind. "Sure, whatever." "I'm Rosette" "Okay" She went back to her drawer and very soon her eyes lit up with excitement. She held up a single gold key with a red string tied to it and squealed like a child. "This is gonna be fun!" She jumped up and went running out. I shook my head and turned to the wall, hoping to sleep for a few minutes before I called home. Unfortunately I couldn't sleep. I was restless and unable to get my feelings in check. I was still trying to remember who the guy from earlier was, and that was playing tag of war with my brain, a wa

I opened Eulalia's door with so much force and she jumped from her seat in fear "Co-nstantine," she said and her eyes were bloodshot. She had been crying since "Can you explain to me, why Caesare has my designs?" I shouted angrily "I- I'm sorry, I don't know how he got it. I swear to you I don't know how it got missing" "Missing?, Did I hear you say missing. You are a liar" "I swear I'm not lying"

Bubbles streamed from my mouth as I fought, but the darkness pressed closer, thicker, until the red pulse of the Heartstone was the only light left in the world. Elena floated in front of me, hair fanning like ink, eyes glowing crimson. Her hand closed around the stone. The gold veins flared, threading through her fingers, into her skin, under her skin. She smiled: Victor’s smile, but softer, sadder, like she was apologizing for what came next. I reached for her. My fingers brushed her wrist. Cold. Too cold. The hook yanked.

Each stone emitted a faint glow, matching the colors of the lake. Elysia, always eager to embrace her connection with the elements, took a step forward and tested one of the stones. It held her weight, but as soon as she shifted her weight to move to the next, the stone wobbled dangerously. "It's not going to be as simple as it looks," Kael observed, eyeing the path with caution.

The tracks of her dried tears caught the faint light filtering through the heavy curtains. ​Nikolai walked to the edge of the bed and pulled the obsidian stone from his belt. He held it over her pale, limp hand. The relic reacted instantly to her proximity, the crimson runes flaring into a blinding white glare that illuminated the entire room. The intensity of the light proved I hadn't lied. The core within the stone recognized Elena. It was calling out to the broken wolf trapped deep inside her mind.