The Bloodstone Novels & Stories

Through the crowd, I saw Richard lurking in the building’s shadow. No surprise there. He never could support the household with his wages before; I’d been paying for everything, giving them a good life. Of course, he wouldn’t let a cash cow like me go. Without his planning, Vanessa wouldn’t have dared do this. Vanessa tugged my sleeve again. “Hurry. Give me some money. I’m not asking for much—just two million. Give me two million, and I promise I won’t trouble you again.” “Really shooting for the stars, huh?” I muttered.

Every single one. “She hid you,” I whisper to the empty room. “She fucking hid you.” I picture Helena. Pregnant. Scared. Trusting the wrong people. And then dying while they took her baby away. I let out a roar. Pure rage. No confusion anymore. “That thing,” I say aloud. “That child.” There is no version of this where the child is innocent. That blood carries war. It carries defiance. It carries unfinished business. And then it hits me. Hard.

“Blood, Word, Breath. Break any and the stair erases your ascent.” Taren swallowed. “What happens if the stair erases us?” “You forget up,” the figure said, almost kindly. “Some prefer that.” They descended. ⸻ The chamber of Blood was small, round, plain. A bowl cut into the floor collected melt from the ceiling in slow, patient drops. A wafer of ice rested on a plinth beside it. Three channels had been carved there: two whole, one shallow. Kaelira’s wolf paced. Teeth and ritual, Ardyn said, unimpressed. Pick one.

"Damn, this is an unexpected gain." Wilbur could not help but laugh as he stared at the bloodstone. Spiritual energy fluctuated violently within the bloodstone. It was exactly what Wilbur needed, so he was overjoyed by his good fortune. When he stretched out his hand, a wave of spiritual power gushed out from his palms, covering the bloodstone. He then waved his hand and the bloodstone disappeared miraculously. Wilbur looked around the basement and saw that there was nothing else.

Karen stand up "What's going on?" "Who's zircon?"Castus press on not shining his gaze away from her. "He's not human, he's a dragon"Blood drain from Castus face "Zircon is a dragon"

"Wait. Whatever you want, I can give it to you. Money, anything. I'm taking both of them with me." Ethan steadied himself and regained his composure as he locked his sharp eyes onto Amber. Anyone else might have been intimidated, but Amber was not one to scare easily. She did not even lift her gaze before waving her hand. Tara panicked as her tears spilled uncontrollably while Ethan's eyes stayed on her, filled with nothing but heartache and tenderness. At that moment, I probably looked like the greatest villain of all. It was as if I was someone who had torn apart the fated love story of two star-crossed lovers.

blonde wood, with an emerald green canopy draped over it. The room screamed royalty. All of the furniture matched the blonde colored wood of the bed. There was a huge armoir on one wall, a vanity with a large ornate mirror behind it, once beautiful rugs adorning the stone floor, and a beautiful chandelier made of what I could only assume was crystal in the center of the ceiling. I walked over to my mother's vanity, and ran my finger over a thick layer of dust. I gasped as the room seemed to spring back to life. "Princess, the castle recognizes your blood signature. It's coming back to life." Gideon told me. I stared at him with wide eyes as the room returned to it's pre-dilapitated state. "

It was different from their world where the day and night differs. "It would be hard for Steve and his family to roam about now. He dare not come out when it's sunny" "You also realize that we can't change when it's day, Alpha" "I know. It would be possible when we've found the lost blood" Elon smirked. His omega, Dean, stared at him with a confused expression. "Lost blood? Where are we going to find that?"

"The one that came to you last night, the one I found. And now the blood stone is completed. But it needed the dagger it was set on, and then it would be full.” "What the hell is that thing? It is-" I blurted out and then stopped myself. Why the hell did I just tell him that? He looked at me, his eyes darkening... I could see and feel the anger inside him. The dark red swirl. The power of his hatred almost knocked my breath out. "The blood stone is the source of my power. And I had to find another missing part of the stone, and then my power will be back. Yours, too.”

It hit the left construct like an invisible battering ram, ripping the brass plating from its chest and exposing the glowing soul-gem within. At the exact same instant, Thalen vaulted off Zeyric’s back, soaring through the mist with lethal grace. His rapier flared with a blinding white current of precision-guided mana. Mid-air, Thalen reversed his grip and drove the point of his blade directly into the exposed gemstone. CRACK! The violet crystal shattered into a thousand glittering shards. The construct froze instantly, its internal hydraulics seizing as the trapped life-force erupted into the air in a radiant, purifying burst of pale white light that swept the steam away.