Precious Blood Jasper Indiana Novels & Stories

He says picking up the lantern and walking to the stairs. Following him up the stairs and out of the library, I think over everything I learned about the Moonstone. Which wasn’t next to nothing new. But I keep thinking back to the mysterious Bloodstone and want to know more about that and its role in creating us. “Mama,” Jasper shouts while jumping up into my arms. I catch him in time as we fall back into the door I just closed behind me. “Woah, little man,” I squeeze him in a big hug, letting my worries disappear while I calm myself holding him and inhaling his sweet scent. I press a kiss to his temple as he wiggles down out of my arms.

Speaking aloud, Jasper said, “I think it’s because of the genetic work that I did prior to being attacked. I ran short on funds so I used myself as a test subject more than I care to admit.” “I hope you recorded your actions well,” Hank said with sincerity. “I suspect that it could come in handy in the future for us zombies.” Jasper’s expression spoke of his acute disappointment while he slowly shook his head. Feeling the need to use his vocal cords, he spoke his reply aloud. “My records were left behind in the vampire’s castle when Ben rescued Lila and me.” “We must make it a point to collect them along with Lila and the rest of Ben’s people,” Hank insisted. “Does it look like we will be do

Philip asked. Ludo glared at him vehemently and said, “A bloodstone was dug up in Mystic Mine Seven three years ago. The entire jade looked as if it was permeated with blood. It was red from the inside out. It was rumored that people who have seen this bloodstone have gotten into accidents one after another. They either committed suicide, were dying from illness, or went crazy. After that, Mystic Mine Seven was closed. It was only opened recently.” After waiting for a while, Philip asked anxiously, “Is that it?”

"Yes, I'll have to get used to it. Although I think the transfer of power will be gradual. A trust base has to be established between Ralph and the pack. Jace and I will serve as intermediaries in an agreed transition period" Jasper stands up and pulls me up by the hand. "Come, there is a stream deeper in this cave. Strangely, the water is always warm," he indicates. "Its origin is the hot underground. It is not deep". We walk a little further into the cave. It is dark at first until we come to a totally illuminated place. And indeed, there is a pond there, the water is clear and clean. Jasper goes ahead of me and when he is up to his waist in it, he beckons me to come in too.

“I don’t understand how they can be so mean Dr Neill, I work so hard on campus. I’m captain of the netball club; I started the glamour girls club to give us girls more confidence.” Jenny rambles on about her activities as Dr Neill’s mind begins to wander. Today is a significant day for the doctor, today is the eighth anniversary of his son’s disappearance. “Dr Neill?” He is abruptly pulled from his daydream. “Yes of course Jenny” An alarm goes off on Dr Neil’s phone. “We will have to continue this matter on your next session Jenny.

Mabel of course ignored whatever it was that was thrown at her. When Devlin decided to visit one of the museums in Baguio, he discovered a hall dedicated to Baguio’s muses as they were called. He stopped in front of a beautiful portrait, it was that of Mabel with a crown on her head. He sucked in his breath at the beauty of the woman. Whoever captured her must be very good indeed, he read the signature, Jordan Mang-osan. Ahh, the renowned solar artist from the Cordilleras. As he was staring at the painting, someone spoke behind him.

Juwairiyyah couldn't complete the sentence she started, because of the sharp pain that pinched her. "Yaaa Rabbi! I told you am dying Yaa Arfaat!". Juwairiyyah screamed in pain. * "Pass me the syringe". Said the doctor. "Here you go sir." Blood gushed from Juwairiyyah's body. The doctor are trying their very best in stopping it, but to no avail. Blood kept gushing fast. "Clean the baby Rita! What are you still doing there holding it without washing it". Said the doctor again. This time around referring to the nurse who is holding the baby.

“My enemy lurks within this Park, the last blood of Kayla. Only if you bring her to me, I may spare you.” “It was said that Kayla's last blood held a great piece of virtue. She requested for her lover's ashes to be given to her as the reward for handing out her lover, Emmett, to the Alpha of their time to slay. They had it all these while, and maybe, along the way, they sold it to the hands of strangers, like the humans.” “Please, master, the people who had your urn know Kayla's last blood. You should go get your answers now for we know nothing.”

The air was thick with damp earth, and every step made my curiosity gnaw harder at me. “Where are we going?” I asked. “To the Crimson Spring,” he said. “The… what?” “Don’t worry. You’ll understand when we get there.” When we finally broke through the trees, I froze. A magnificent spring spread before me, its waters glittering silver under the faint light. My lips parted in awe. “I never knew this was here. Why do they call it the Crimson Spring?” Jasper checked his watch, lips twitching as if counting down. Then he said, almost like a prophecy:

Rows of carefully tended herbs and flowers lined the shelves, a testament to Naomi’s father’s skill as a gardener. I moved purposefully, scanning the shelves until my eyes fell upon a small, inconspicuous container. It held wolfsbane, its delicate blue flowers a stark contrast to the lush greenery around it. The sight sent a shiver down my spine. This innocent-looking plant had nearly claimed Lucas’s life. I looked up when I heard a noise, and I saw Jasper there staring back at me. He broke the silence with a single question. “Are you the one leaving notes everywhere?”