The Bloodstone Novels & Stories

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.

Then, at last, one of them exhales. "The Bloodstone," another elder speaks, his voice grave. "It's the only thing that can seal the Shadow Wolves away." I blink. "Then let's get it." Silence. "That's the problem," Dad says quietly. "No one knows where it is." A heavy weight settles over my chest. I grip the edge of my seat, my pulse drumming in my ears. So, le t me get this straight. There's a monster hunting me because of my bloodline. The only thing that can stop it is a damn Bloodstone. And it's lost. Of course, it fucking is.

Rough hands shoved me into the stone wall, the impact ripping the air from my lungs. Claws raked across my arm, burning hot. I cried out, my necklace flaring with light as blood welled against her skin. Becca’s laugh was cruel, sharp. “Guess the freak bleeds like the rest of us.” The pain was white-hot, but deeper than that—something inside me stirred, a dangerous swell of power threatening to burst free.My vision blurred. I could hear the pulsing of blood.

It wasn’t a mana stone. It was a blood stone. The realization sent an uncomfortable chill through him. Unlike natural mana stones, blood stones weren’t gifts of nature. They were created. Forged through one of the cruelest rituals ever recorded. Carlisle had read about them years ago while studying the forgotten history of the continent. The process still disgusted him whenever he remembered it. Creating a single blood stone required hundreds of sacrifices. Dark mages and witches gathered living victims inside an enormous ritual circle before beginning a ceremony that lasted seven days and seven nights.