Novel & Cerita Outside Woman By Bloodstone

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.

I hopped on one, quickly pinning him to the ground as my claws tore through his back, my fangs sinking into his neck. He whined as life drained out of him while the others retreated, leaving the woman bleeding out, her gray gown dyed red wth her own blood. She’s pale already and not healing fast enough. She’d need a hospital. I shifted back and bent to carry her, only to see her face well under the moonlight. A chuckle escaped my lips as I recalled her identity. What in the goddess’s name was Aaron Moonstone’s mate looking for all alone near the borders of Moonstone Pack?

Rough hands shoved me into the stone wall, the impact ripping the air from my lungs. Claws raked across my arm, burning hot. I cried out, my necklace flaring with light as blood welled against her skin. Becca’s laugh was cruel, sharp. “Guess the freak bleeds like the rest of us.” The pain was white-hot, but deeper than that—something inside me stirred, a dangerous swell of power threatening to burst free.My vision blurred. I could hear the pulsing of blood.

"A child by the blood line, Ana. Think about the council hall. Think about Alpha Bram looking at a cradle with the three ridges on the header. He can't send you to the lower supply corridor if you’re carrying what belongs to the house. Vessa can scream until her throat goes raw, but the law doesn't let them touch a woman who has the next winter count in her belly." I reached out, my fingers catching the edge of the washstand to stop the small wobble in my knees. The lacquer box with the ivory birds sat right beside the basin, its little wings catching the sun. A small laugh, thin and shaky like grease on water, came up into my mouth. A child. Rhydian’s locs would be small and soft on a baby’

I yanked the bag downward with all my strength, then drove my knee up, slamming it straight into his stomach. A dull grunt escaped him as his body staggered backward. He collapsed against the stair railing, his face turning pale in an instant. Brian recovered and rushed at me again. I did not give him the chance. I bent down fast and grabbed the metal cash box my dad had thrown aside earlier. Bang! The edge of the box smashed down onto Brian's foot. "Argh! My foot!" He clutched it, rolling on the ground in pain. I did not stop. I grabbed my backpack and sprinted down the stairs.

” Her words sank into me, heavy as lead, twisting my gut. I clenched my fists, tears stinging my eyes. “He’ll never let me go. Even if I do this.” “He will,” she purred, circling me like a vulture. “The bloodstone completes his cure. He’ll have no use for you then. You’ll be free, or close enough. Refuse, and he’ll drain you both dry. Choose, Angelica. Now.” The bloodstone’s warmth pulsed against my skin as I with trembling hands took it out, hidden in the evening clutch.

Shadows detached themselves from the white marble pillars, slithering across the floorboards to wrap like iron shackles around the ankles of fleeing nobles, dragging them kicking and screaming out of the hidden alcoves. Yet, as the fighting raged through the fracturing white glass halls, a miraculous, breathtaking phenomenon began to take hold, shifting the very atmosphere of the assault. The energy that had been trapped inside the Anchor Stone for centuries—the pure, raw ether of the earth—was finally free. It did not dissipate into the sky as useless smoke. Instead, it flooded back into the soil, rushing through the air like a warm, visible tide of emerald-and-gold light, humming with a de

I asked, stirring my coffee. Lance nodded. “It wasn’t completely dark yet, dusk, and you were able to go outside. How was that possible?” I asked, feeling foolish for asking. “Don’t vampires burst into flames in the direct sunlight?” Without a word, he stood and crossed the room and dug in his pants pocket that he had been wearing the night before and pulled a stone from the pocket. Then, he crossed the room and set it on the table before me. “This is Bloodstone. With it, vampires can go outside in indirect sunlight for a short amount of time.”

They may never have a weapon to kill her, but they could find something against her kind. Bloodstones. Maybe they looked like humans, but they were cut out of rocks. Harder, they were than diamonds. To destroy them would require the effort of a fellow bloodstone, or an army of them, and this would involve them reshaping a part of themselves, or the entirety of themselves into a weapon. Susan took to her feet, then she walked up to her bedside table and kept the book on the surface. She turned to Hannah, and arched a brow. “After you,” Susan said.