Precious Blood Jasper Indiana Novels & Stories

I suddenly heard a whisper and turned my head only to see Jasmine looking ahead at scene in horror “Draco… what is… what is happening here?” Jasmine questioned while her eyes remained focused ahead. “This people are possessed by Black blood poison…” I said with huff “They are now under spell and had lost their power of understanding right or wrong” I further added in same tone. “Draco…. I don’t feel good here….” Jasmine said in worried tone “Jasmine! Listen to me do you have you cinnabar powder with you?” I questioned her and recalled that she had asked for several medicinal herbs, spell essential and cinnabar stone and powder from Paramigini before we left Kingdom Kestramore.

Sera took a deep breath, preparing to reveal a crucial detail. "Jasper isn't born an ordinary lynx," she disclosed. "He's a hybrid—a mix of Warlock and lynx. Fearing he might be discovered and kidnapped, Blaine cast a spell on his own son, concealing Jasper's true nature and giving him the appearance of an ordinary human. The spell is designed to automatically lift during the Black Moon coinciding with his 18th birthday. By then, he should have been found by his mate, even if Jasper doesn't recognize them yet."

Toward Araya. Toward the reckoning Jasper's avoided for years. Halfway through the marsh, Jasper starts coughing. Hard, wracking coughs that double him over. Lucian stops. Turns back. Jasper coughs into his hand. When he pulls it away, blood stains his palm. Not normal blood. Silver flecks glimmer in it. Jasper stares at the blood. His face goes pale. "The corruption," Jasper whispers. "It's worse than I thought." The silver flecks catch the faint sunlight filtering through mist. They shimmer like tiny stars in the crimson pool. Jasper coughs blood onto Lucian's hand. Silver flecks glimmer in it.

"You do not have a choice. Your bloodline is too important to be wasted, and I gave a great deal to claim it." I shook my head at once, refusing to accept his words, my hands pressing into the soft carpet beneath me, trying to steady myself and hold onto some sense of control. "We both know you did not pay anything," I said, my voice sharper now as I looked at him with accusation. "Did you not destroy the auction yourself?" Jasper moved quickly, his hand coming up to grab my chin firmly, holding it in place as he lifted my face to meet his. "That is true," he said quietly, "But you have no idea what I had to go through just to find you," he added,

A game where daughters were transferred, sons were buried alive, fathers were replaced, and wedding rings became weapons. I pressed my palm to my stomach as the pup shifted faintly inside me, and the soft movement almost broke me because my child was already trapped in this nightmare before even being born. “Jasper is a psychopath,” I whispered. “Power-hungry. Controlling. Cruel in a way that doesn’t always show immediately. When I first entered that house, he still pretended sometimes. He acted wounded, like he was the victim of his own life. Sometimes he spoke softly enough to make me so guilty of what happened.”

Well, the Devotion Pack a couple hundred years ago," he continues nonchalantly. I twist around, that being the last thing I had expected to hear from him right now, and also the last thing I wanted to question. Jasper smiles, as he stands smoothly, his eyes holding me almost paralyzed. "Time travel?" I squeak, that being the only conclusion that I could come to. Jasper tilted his head, and I could tell from the glint in his eyes that he knows I don't truly believe him. Sure I have been exposed to a lot of magic recently, but still, this is traveling through time we are talking abut. Jasper strides toward me, around the counter, the tips of his fingers dragging across the soapstone. I however

"It's done. They'll be here tomorrow, just as promised." "The money-" Jasper said and bent over holding his stomach, coughing and spitting blood on the floor. "Oh my God. We have to get you to the hospital now. You might have some internal bleeding." We helped him sit on a stool. A few seconds later, the ambulance stopped in front of the shed and they put Jasper in a stretcher, which he refused at first saying he could walk fine.

Jasper’s voice was a deep rumble, his blue eyes glowing with resolve, his hand resting on his knife, the moonlight illuminating his face, the grounds a sanctuary, the thrill a shared hunt. “We’ll corner them by the stream,” Jasper said, his voice steady, his knuckle scar glinting as he spoke, the thrill of the hunt wrapping around them, the air thick with the scent of game, the grounds a sanctuary, their bond a radiant light. “Drive them right to us.” He nodded to Mara, his boulder pendant catching the moonlight, the moonlight casting a silvery glow on his face, the grounds a haven, the thrill a shared instinct.

“Do you know what this is?” Where did he get that? I racked my brain, trying to recall whether I had hidden the vial or simply left it lying around, but my memory was foggy. “I’ve never seen that in my life,” I said. I felt guilty all of a sudden. Scared. “Jay?” The king turned to his friend, ignoring me. “That’s a vial of peace aster concentrate,” Jasper said, finally looking up and staring at me. His eyes were burning gold with fury and it sent chills down my spine. “It’s extremely powerful. A drop is enough to knock a person out for an hour.”

I try to exit the darkness but there’s an invisible barrier preventing us from returning to my body. ‘Shadows, I call to you. Let me go back to my living body’. ‘There is a price that must be paid for safe passage’, a shaky voice tells me. How the hell can shadows talk? ‘Do not question the how. Are you prepared to pay?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘What do you offer?’ ‘You demand blood payments, yes?’ This is what Jasper is going to use to overcome Richard in the shadow world. ‘I offer you a pint of my blood now, and once I am healed, I will give you a further pint’. I tell the shadows.