Outside Woman By Bloodstone Novels & Stories

It was different from their world where the day and night differs. "It would be hard for Steve and his family to roam about now. He dare not come out when it's sunny" "You also realize that we can't change when it's day, Alpha" "I know. It would be possible when we've found the lost blood" Elon smirked. His omega, Dean, stared at him with a confused expression. "Lost blood? Where are we going to find that?"

I start to walk over to it but a loud scream and the sound of glass shattering diverts my attention. Bonnie. "Urgh.... Who put those steps there?" I hear her groan as I rush towards her pushing through the small crowd gathering. "Omg Bonnie! Are you ok?!" She's lying on the floor in a heap at the base of the stairs, broken glass around her. Her slippers have flew off in different directions and her robe has flew up over her head like she's been turned upside down, covering her head completely. Her bare legs and knickers up to her belly button uncovered.

Blood. Dread settled over me like a heavy shroud. The once serene garden now bore the threatening mark of violence. I knelt down, scrutinizing the crimson stain on the ground. Fear coiled in my stomach, and the silence of the garden seemed to echo with the ominous weight of the unknown. Zoey's disappearance had already been a challenging situation, but the presence of blood escalated the situation to a new level of urgency. Every worst-case scenario raced through my mind. I couldn't lose her. Not after all she had been through.

Without another word, she stormed out of David’s room, her steps heavy with exhaustion and anger. The elevator, as if conspiring against her, refused to work. Frustration bubbled over, and she opted for the stairs. "Animals," she muttered under her breath, her frustration spiraling into rage. Suddenly, the world shifted beneath her feet. Avery felt a forceful push, and before she could react, she was tumbling down the stairs, her body colliding painfully with each step. Agony shot through her as she hit the ground with a final, bone-jarring thud. She gasped, the breath knocked out of her, pain throbbing in every part of her body.

But before she could get to the bedroom, I had already walked out of it. "What do you want to talk to me about?" I was looking straight at Marcello, my arms crossed. "More of your father's atrocities?" "Something like that." He rubbed his neck nervously. "It's—" "The Solis amulet." His cousin cut in and came to stand in front of me. And then he pulled it out, in all its red glory... the very reason I got outcast by my clan and became a rogue. How in the world did they get their hands on this?

She had stolen these things from vault and vault’s margin; theft left a scent of audacity she liked to wear. She drew a sigil on stone with the Bloodstone, the scrap bleeding black into the grooves. It took the line of her hand; the rune drank the tincture greedily. She set the rune-wire along concentric circles, knotting pledges into the pattern. The bone cup inhaled the air and came alive with slow hum.

This was too dangerous. But Rosemary stood calm and ready. A Council member brought forward a dark red stone about the size of a human head. It pulsed with inner light, and just looking at it made Austin's skin crawl with instinctive fear. "Luna Rosemary," Elder Marcus said formally. "Approach the Blood Stone and place your hand upon it. Let your ancestry be revealed." Rosemary walked forward slowly. She reached out with her right hand and placed it firmly on the stone. For a moment, nothing happened.

My Alpha slept with another woman. He promised me, "It was an accident." "I was drugged," he said. "I didn't even know what I was doing. Besides, I've already used my family's influence to bury it. No one will ever know." But three months later, I found him in the hospital with her—the pregnant Omega. This time, what Sebastian said to me was as cold and final as a death sentence: "Sophia, you're a smart woman. You understand the importance of a bloodline. This child will be the strongest Alpha heir our pack has seen in decades." That was it. My heart shattered. I turned and walked away. But they had no idea what they had just unleashed.

Lucien gestured at the stone, “isn’t old Blackwood magic. It’s his.” The stone’s surface was slick, almost wet. And when I leaned closer, I realized why—the carvings weren’t just paint. They were filled with blood. On the altar lay a single object: a silver pendant shaped like a crescent moon. I knew it instantly. It was mine. From my first life. I froze. “How—?” Kael’s voice was sharp. “Don’t touch it.” But it was too late. The moment my fingers brushed the metal, the forest went silent. The pendant burned hot against my skin, and in the space between heartbeats, a voice slid into my mind.

A bloodstone, drenched in forbidden incantations. Its heart was throbbing against my palm, living and ready to feast. I had rehearsed the spells over and over again, so that they just come to me naturally now as I say them. "Mother of the Moon, devour the traitor, Strip the wolf, Strip Edrian off his breath. Let his life unravel beneath your light..." The words went in the stone and it got hot. I smiled meekly, I gazed around. No one was even aware of it, priests, guards, not even Xander himself.