Outside Woman By Bloodstone Novels & Stories

The urge to go and walk around the castle more is strong, but I try to listen to my inner voice and I know for a fact that it is in my best interest to wait for Blade or one of the other Ambrose brothers to bring me out. I groan as I plop on my bed. I’m so bored and uneasy. I’m in a desperate need for something, anything to distract me. Pushing myself off the bed I decide to snoop around the room to try to find a book or something to keep me occupied. Finally a found a book titled, ‘the forbidden romance’. I roll my eyes as I see the cover show off a half naked man and woman and know that this is probably going to be smut more than anything else, but who cares. It’s something to read at leas

Because I'm blacking out. "Leave her alone!" A woman shouts. Definitely not Dell. Soft hands pat my skin. "oh my god she's naked. Anastasia?" "Who-" I breathlessly attempt to ask. My eyes can't see anything. "Flower." Dell's tone joins the woman. "Oh, thank god. She's blacking out slowly. It's a side effect of wolfsbane." The soft hands are ripped off, only to be replaced by Dell's. I remember his touch.

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."

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.”

Gage said and slinked out of her bathroom. Sihana allowed herself one moment of weakness and she used it in the shower as she washed her own blood and his semen from her body. She cried her heart out and then promised herself that Faro would never touch her like that again.

“Trade?” “My cousin just got here. I know my prior offerings have not met your standards, but I think she will do just fine. She is an alpha’s daughter. Attractive. Not slutty, but not exactly conservative if you know what I mean. You don’t seem to have anyone on the regular here. Maybe you have someone back at Bloodstone, but you have been here for several weeks and I have not heard of any females going into your room, or you theirs.”

But the way she said his name… the contempt in her voice… I had to know. My hand slipped into the inner pocket of my coat, fingers curling around the small, smooth weight of the bloodstone. The crystal was no larger than a plum, its deep crimson heart swirling faintly under my touch. As the pack strategist I had the right to possess a bloodstone. It wasn’t a tool I used lightly. Bloodstones are sacred. They held the imprint of magic cast nearby — the voices, the images, the truth that lingered in the threads of the world long after mortals had forgotten. But drawing those memories out came at a cost.

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.

"The cartel den is closed. We can obtain information regarding the bloodstone. My heart twitches. A den used by cartels? I can't stop her from pulling my boy into trouble. I want to scream and drag Jerry back to the mansion where Levin is preparing to use a phony bloodstone to deceive Damon. Jerry is going crazy, and I'm stuck here, powerless, even though that witch-crafted stone is meant to make Damon's pack see ghosts and buy us time to save me.

"Explain why you're personally escorting an unknown wolf into our heartland." I moved to step around him. He shifted, blocking the healing room door. Wrong move. "She smells foreign," another Elder added. "We have protocols for this situation." "She could be a spy," a third said. "Or Bloodstone." The word made Saen snarl, claws scraping under my skin. Bloodstone. The pack that had thrown her away like garbage. That had broken her badly enough to force a shift she couldn't control. That had sent her running into rogue territory alone.