Outside Woman By Bloodstone Novels & Stories

“I thought it would be useful. It’s a protective stone, too, and it helps you stay alert to danger.” “It sounds perfect,” I beamed, latching my own necklace together at the back of my neck. The crystal – a smooth dark green colour, cut through with streaks of red – settled at my throat, alongside the bronze key. “Yours,” she said, gesturing at my neck, “is a bloodstone.” I felt as though my heart stopped – again. This was becoming all too common an occurrence. “A bloodstone?” I repeated numbly. “Why did you choose that?”

, and I pulled it off. "Whoa! What was that all about?" I asked Gideon, with shock across my face. He laughed so hard his shoulders were shaking. "It's your presance, your energy. When it flows through anything in this land, it rejuvinates. That is only one of the many gifts that your royal blood allows you." He explained, motioning at the gate. "After you, princess." I walked to the gate, and have it a gentle push. I expected it to not even budge. Also to my surprise, it popped open easily. I walked though the gate into the outer garden. There was a giant fountain in the middle of what used to be a pool. It had a beautiful depiction of a couple in each other's embrace. The plants were all e

When they were going down the tomb, Alex brought a communication radio to stay in touch. Very soon. Everyone landed. Princess Fleur stepped onto the ground beneath her. “Is this the extraterrestrial meteorite?” Alex and Dorothy looked at it carefully. In the very next second, the two of them exchanged glances and seemed stunned. This was not an extraterrestrial meteorite but a gloomy bloodstone. Despite the blackened surface, this was not the stone’s original colour. This stone was soaked in fresh blood for months and years. After the precipitation of hundreds and thousands of years, then the gloomy bloodstone was formed. It was indestructible and harder than diamond.

' I sat upright when I heard Raja's voice in mind. 'Where are you? I thought you already can come out physically?' 'I can't just stay out all the time, can I? Look at your necklace, my lady.' I touched my neck and looked down when I felt something thin all over it. It is a small dragon pendant with a little diamond at the center that has a glowing yellow orange stone that looks like a burning liquid... a lava. 'I don't remember having this necklace. Where did I got this?'

She says turning to the opening of the trail. I grab her hand tugging lightly as the fire stretches up my arm. My fingers lock with hers and she quickly falls into step with me. We fall into a silence and the fire is becoming distracting as I'm trying to focus on where we're going. There's a hidden trail out here that most humans miss because the markers were taken out a while back. I slow as we come to a small opening to the right of one of the largest trees out here. Sage doesn't notice and she loses her balance as I step off the trail pulling her with me. she stumbles into my side and I instinctively wrap my arm around her waist steadying her.

I didn't focus on enjoying the beauty of all the objects I saw because my mind was focused on the ring and the man. "Look beautiful, don't you think?" Anthony put his arm around me, we stood on the edge of the roof looking at the beauty around us and I asked, "Anthony, what is this gemstone called, why is it red like blood?" He chuckled, "It's not a gemstone darling, it's our blood mixed and crystallized like a gemstone, isn't it?" I gaped at him, "When did you take my blood?" I asked. What parts of my body did he steal besides my heart and blood?

It’s as if the mingling with human DNA, the process of abstracting it or maybe the thousands of years of being separated from the source has diluted its potency or warped it in some way. “It took me a year to syphon this much God’s blood. It is a long, tedious process made worse by the fact that I’m only able to syphon insignificant amounts from my subjects. But I’m patient, and with enough time and dedication, a small amount doesn’t stay small for long. Sadly, this is all I have left,” she sighs, gazing at the vile longingly. “The quantities I gathered over the years I already used up. Using that supply, I was able to infuse a number of moonstones imbued with my magic with the drops of bloo

Turning back to Tyler, who was now trying to cough up my blood, as what looked like mist began to seep from his mouth, I held the moonstone tight in my left hand as I raised my right hand pointing it right at him, while the power from the moonstone rushed into my body, flowing straight to the tips of my fingers, of my right hand. “You will never hurt another person I love in my life. This is for all those that you had taken from me, and this is for all my ancestors before me.” I yelled out to him, through gritted teeth as anger and rage towards this man now coursed through my being, from all the wrongs he had done.

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.

The house was too quiet when Ava rose from her seat near the fire. The embers crackled softly, the only sound in the grand hall. Pale moonlight bled through the stained-glass windows, casting red and violet patterns across the cold stone floor. She pulled her cloak over her shoulders, the fabric whispering as it slid across her skin. She needed air. A hunt. Something to sink her teeth into—literally. Her veins itched with hunger, and the stored blood in the cellar tasted like metal and regret.