The Bloodstone Mga Nobela at Kwento

"As if I could become consumed by their ways. I'm a Bloodstone remember, I bow to no one." ***

It was like a voice whispering at the edge of her mind, promising ruin. Yoona raised her hands, whispering an incantation in a language so old it vibrated through the air like thunder beneath the skin. The runes flared and then dimmed, the wall dissolving into mist. The three of them stepped through. The chamber was vast and suffocating, lit by a dozen black candles whose flames burned blue instead of gold. At the center of the room, on a pedestal carved from obsidian, lay the Bloodstone , a jagged crystal, glowing with a sinister, pulsing red. Beside it, resting on black velvet, gleamed a silver dagger etched with runes that seemed to crawl when stared at too

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.”

When they were going down the tomb, Alex brought a communication radio to stay in touch. Very soon. Everyone landed. Princess Fleur stepped onto the ground beneath her. “Is this the extraterrestrial meteorite?” Alex and Dorothy looked at it carefully. In the very next second, the two of them exchanged glances and seemed stunned. This was not an extraterrestrial meteorite but a gloomy bloodstone. Despite the blackened surface, this was not the stone’s original colour. This stone was soaked in fresh blood for months and years. After the precipitation of hundreds and thousands of years, then the gloomy bloodstone was formed. It was indestructible and harder than diamond.

My throat tightened. I looked at the strange shimmer in front of us and stepped closer, slowly, careful not to touch it. “Keilah,” I whispered, hoping, praying, begging. Nothing. The silence was worse than death. Aaron sighed and pulled out a crystal wrapped in thorns. “This is a bloodstone. It responds to memory. To intend. I can use it to guide us closer—but it won’t show the full path unless her soul calls back.” “Then she better start calling,” I muttered, even though I knew… I knew she couldn’t.

The air turned heavy, pressing down on their lungs until every breath felt stolen. Seraphine raised the Bloodstone high. “VAELROS SERAXA..…” she whispered, daring the name. The torches extinguished. The Orchard above groaned. The acolytes fell to their knees, clutching their throats as if hands of smoke strangled them. Mira screamed, though no sound carried beyond the chamber. The Bloodstone cracked. From its fracture seeped a light neither red nor black but something in-between—something like the color of pain made flesh.

The Blood Phoenix Miracle once stunned the entire antiquities and gemstone world. Discovered in the northern desert of Etharia, it earned its name from its brilliant colors and a tiny red fossil inside. This made it the most prestigious of Etharia's four legendary stones before a mysterious billionaire acquired it. Andrew's Blood Phoenix Agate, with its perfectly preserved cicada inside, was essentially another Blood Phoenix Miracle manifesting itself into the world. Though more precisely, this one would be known as the Blood Phoenix Cicada.

“The bloodstone’s calling you. You gotta control it, or Damon will.” Bloodstone. That word hits like a punch. I think of the note I found in his office last week—crumpled paper saying “bloodstone ritual,” stuffed under books. I snagged it, and it’s burning a hole in my pocket now. What’s he hiding? “What’s it do?” I ask, breathing hard. “You keep dodging.” He stops, wipes sweat off his face. “It’s power, Jerry. Pure alpha power. It picked you, like it did my family way back. But it’s risky—can mess you up if you’re not ready.”

"If the stone accepts you, child, your word and your blood are law." Leo reached out. His small fingers hovered over the jagged, pulsing red surface of the Bloodstone. The air in the hall seemed to vanish, replaced by a static charge that made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. The moment his skin made contact, the stone didn't just glow. It screamed.

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.