Red Stone With Black Veins Novelas e Histórias

… Alexander turned into the chatter, picking up bits of intel, and shot a glance at his companion. "Hey man, what's this bloodstone you're talking about? Mind filling us in?" "Yeah, I'm all ears!" Phoenix and Red Rose played their part, flashing smiles at the men behind them. The sight of the ladies melted any resistance, and the informed among the men were tripping over themselves to share. "It's called a Red Bloodstone, deep red all over, with a bit of blood sealed inside." "And it's in great shape, the blood's not even dry."

You would really notice it immediately because of its difference compared to other stones. I can't be wrong! I found one! Its color is red, and it is more beautiful than the other rocks. It's not just a stone, it's a precious stone. I walked twice to the location of the piece. It is hidden under a thick and stinging stinging plant.

My eyes catch a glimpse of something just ahead. At the base of the cavern floor, nestled within a cradle of black stone between two massive coils of the serpent’s body, something faintly glows. Small. But unmistakable. I kick closer. The object rests on a natural pedestal of stone, no bigger than my fist. The artifact. I inch closer to see what I’m dealing with. The surface looks like petrified flesh turned to crystal over centuries. Deep crimson veins run through blackened stone, frozen in twisted patterns like lightning trapped inside rock.

Without protection, a vampire could compel any human close to me … and I could be compelled, too. Raven closed her eyes as she held my hand and extended her other hand over the stones. “Siramacha brenach bondagia compage, siramacha brenach bondagia compage, siramacha brenach bondagia compage.” She opened her eyes, clearly drained. She reached down and picked up one of the stones, placed it in my hand, then curled my fingers around it. “Make sure to carry this with you at all times.” I nodded and looked down at the stone. I could definitely see why it was called Bloodstone. It looked like blood had been splashed into a sea of green, then frozen into a stone.

While they lacked the mining ability to harvest rare minerals and minerals above average quality from these resource points, that didn't stop them from being able to harvest materials from the resource points at all. Like that, the trio went to work quietly while Kirou finished examining the crystal vein before him. It was glowing a deep color of red, signifying that it might be a ruby vein. Kirou wasn't an expert or even an avid fan of the jewelry field so he had no idea what the crystal before him truly was. At best, he only thought it was ruby was because it reminded him of a few of those uncut crystals he previously transported during his younger days on the Grand Desolate Continent.

Her entire face lit up like the eve of Christmas. "Oh my god. You have this gem stones too? And so many?" Bella exclaimed when she noticed the same gemstone with black veins inside. This is the same stone which Sinclair gave her for inspection. Sinclair said that he only has one stone, but Kai has a whole box of it. Kai's eyebrows came together with concentration.

“This is one of our most productive shafts. There are rich veins here.” “Veins of Obsidian?” asked Owin. Furgus refrained from making a sarcastic reply. “Yes,” he said. “Obsidian is the primary stone found here. There are also veins of more . . . traditional value.” Randey wondered what he meant, until he looked at one side of the vast chamber. His eyes had adjusted to the dimmer light, and he saw streaks running through the rock face. They shone in the light with a yellowish reflection.

*** Nailo’s POV How could I be so lucky to find a river so close—a shallow one at that? I nearly fell into it, crawling out into the water with the last of my strength. I flipped onto my side, lying fully in the shallow stream. With a trembling hand, I skimmed through the pebbles along the bottom. Lovely colors glistened up at me from the water—quartz, jasper, pyrite—all so beautiful, but none nearly as precious as the deep black hematite stones that came up in my first handful. Thank the goddess.

"Grace, selling this kind of stone for 3,000 dollars is too much!" Grace, who was busy selecting stones herself, did not look up. "Bad luck isn't my fault. Don't blame my stones!" She then signaled to one of her assistants, who discreetly retrieved a few marked stones from the back and mixed them into a pile. Creevey, after a moment, tossed the cut stone aside and prepared to leave. "Forget it. I've made 100,000 from Grace today. Losing 20,000 is just a commission." As Creevey left, Chad picked up one-half of the discarded stone and examined it closely. Through his Clairvoyant Eye, he saw that it emitted a pure flame-like red hue, indicating high quality. "I'll take this one!" he declared.

My jaw dropped as I looked carefully at the image of the stone. The same stone, encased in my mother's locket, was not just a beautiful gem; it was a legendary artifact with mystical properties. The Arctic stone, described in the book as a legendary gem, possessed mystical properties. It could grant unparalleled power to its possessor, but the condition was as extraordinary as the stone itself – a single drop of essence from every existing supernatural species. The revelation left me breathless, my mind swirling with questions about my mother's possession.