Precious Blood Jasper Indiana Novels & Stories

Something told me they knew I was here, and that was the reason they came prepared. Quinn closed the door behind her, and I quickly shifted to the window. “What are you doing here?” Quinn asked. “I am here for what is mine,” Jasper replied. “You don’t own anything here.” “Quinn,” Jasper called dangerously, “if you think you can take my baby, my blood away from me, it will not happen. Not while I am alive.” “Get out of here, or I will call the Police.” Jasper laughed loudly. “And what do you think they'll do?”

he says. “Where?” Barrett asks. “Show me.” Jasper walks slowly over to a spot where a giant boulder rests beside the ridge, making a narrow crevice. Jasper falls to his knees and bows his head, then begins to hum a gibberish sort of chant about wolves and families. Zach, having picked up on the trick as well, joins Jasper in pretending that the spot is the special, sacred, ancient site where his family’s lineage sources their magic. Barrett’s face spreads wide with a grin.

“It's all right now.” I clear my throat, trying to swallow down the knot that's formed preventing me from expressing these doubts, and then I struggle to say, in a thin, flawed voice, “What... happened?” Jasper retracts his hand and catches my eye... I notice that his fingers are wet with something reddish mixed with water. Wait, is that... blood?

I didn't want to explain myself anyway, so I just nodded perfunctorily and went somewhere else to watch the drama unfold. There was a threshold to entering the Secret Realm, and Jasper almost lost his life just trying to get in. The moment he saw Priscilla, he put on an aggrieved face and said, "Prissy! Do you think I'm destined to be a weakling forever just because I was born with an inferior bloodline?" "Don't be upset. I promised you that I would help you and make you as powerful as me, Jas." Priscilla then seized the Sacred Heart and placed it in his upturned palm, amidst the ferocious shouts and curses from the other beastmen.

“he was being nice, you know you can at least try to be nice back instead of barely talking.” “i’m not sorry, i don’t belong here.” doctor hiroshi just scoffs and shakes his head in annoyance. i got startled by the sudden gasp coming from jasper’s direction, his blue eyes bloodshot and wide, he scanned the room wildly. his eyes reminded me of kol’s but blue instead of a hazel green. “watch...you better learn belle.” hiroshi says.

Jasper announced and he had a crazed look about it but right now there was only one thing I could think of. "You have Scarlett," it was a statement rather than a question and Jasper's expression turned sinister. "She's in a cave, awaiting her demise. You have no idea how she cried and pleaded when I told her my plan but she couldn't do anything to stop me but that isn't the best part. The best part is once I'm done with the lot of you, I'm going to return and strain out her blood as well as the power from the vial and I won't stop until all the power that runs in her veins is mine." He announced and Jax snapped and lunged at him.

I knew I was appreciated by him for saving them but it was my duty to them as my family as well. I pulled him closer and hugged him. “How did you know some people are being locked up in a dungeon?” I asked as I thought he was blue blood too. Maybe he had started seeing visions too but I didn’t want to have that hunch just yet. He can’t be blue blood like his mother, right? That will only endanger his life more than ever. Jasper stood up and went to the bed. “I found this….here.” He lifted up the duvet and brought out a small device.

With this, he slumped into his bed with a glass of wine in his hands. Finally, he was getting a little change of scenery. ************ Jasmine was an eighteen years old girl in her final year at a private high school in the city of Buea: Our Lady of Mount Carmel. Being a two of four children, the girl had grown to live by the norms by which she was raised. Her mother, a widow, was a strict pediatrician who spared her children no wrong doing. It was for this reason that her first son Jasper was a science professor in Boston, living a good, honest and happy life with his white wife and son.

The smell of antiseptic was so strong in the air it threatened to burn my nostrils, but it was far better than the scent of blood that lingered in my mind. The bloodstained clothes I still wore contrasted against the white sheet that was pulled over him and I was afraid of what I’d see if I pulled it back. Jasper was a werewolf and not just any werewolf, he was a member of the Honour race, a reincarnation of Endymion. He was amongst the strongest wolves I ever had the pleasure of knowing and seeing him lying still on a bed as he fought for his life was gut-wrenching. The lump in my throat grew bigger as I opened my mouth to speak, silencing even my sobs.

Keller’s POV “Jas, where are you now?” I make a hard left as we get closer to town. “I’m outside the gate of this community called Crystal Lake. It's to the south, about twenty minutes outside of town. Zara said she wanted to go to the hospital here. The medic said they are familiar.” I’ve never heard Jasper sound so worried in my life. “They let the ambulance in, but they wouldn’t let me past the front gate.” “Yeah. We know where it is. It's a private community with their own hospital. Mom has friends there. Just wait for us. We'll get you in.” The light turns red, forcing me to brake hard. “Thank you, Jasper.”