The Bloodstone Novels & Stories

But the way she said his name… the contempt in her voice… I had to know. My hand slipped into the inner pocket of my coat, fingers curling around the small, smooth weight of the bloodstone. The crystal was no larger than a plum, its deep crimson heart swirling faintly under my touch. As the pack strategist I had the right to possess a bloodstone. It wasn’t a tool I used lightly. Bloodstones are sacred. They held the imprint of magic cast nearby — the voices, the images, the truth that lingered in the threads of the world long after mortals had forgotten. But drawing those memories out came at a cost.

… 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."

“What will you choose?” I walk along the wall, knowing exactly what I’m after, and proceed to take a katana down from the wall. Traditionally, katanas are forged using Tamahagane, but this particular sword is forged using bloodstone, a specific gemstone that upon contact, can weaken any sanguidae. It’s also the only substance that can kill them. To successfully kill a sanguidae one must cut out their heart using bloodstone, as it stops the heart from regenerating.

At first, she believed her kidnapper had meant to marry her off, but in truth, a much worse fate than marriage awaited her. The chief of the settlement had conspired with a mysterious, prestigious hospital in the outside world to trade in bloodstones. Bloodstones could only be produced when a man and woman were physically intimate. Bloodstones were useful in restoring youth, and the younger the woman, the better the quality and effects of the bloodstones. A woman could produce a singular bloodstone each delivery, and the entire process could take five or six months. The chief thought it took too long for such little profit, so he found special aromatic spices

Selena says to me, as she quickly moves to grab a vial, while I remain focused, seeing the speckle now circling as it continues to rise from the center of the sunstone. But as it rose from the center, I could feel something within the sunstone holding onto it, as if a game of tug of war was being played, stopping it from reaching the surface. I was finding it hard to believe that the sunstone wanted to keep the tainted blood within it, making me wonder if there was another source of power at play from within it.

Since he isn’t around, I try to press my ear to the wall to hear the song better but instead fall through the door. Looking around, I notice the statues are gone. All that’s in the room is the golden dragon that once held the stone. The music gets louder as I approach the dragon. Suddenly the eyes of the golden dragon glow red, and after a flash, a glowing stone materializes in its claws. The appearance of the stone reminds me of a salt rock lamp, but there is no cord, and the stone seems dull. “Taran! Taran, that stone is back!” I yell.

Silence swallowed us, heavy, ancient silence. The tunnel descended deep beneath the roots. Moonlight illuminated the walls and strange symbols covered every surface, not warnings, but instructions. The deeper we traveled, the brighter my mark became. Kael noticed immediately. "You're glowing." I looked down. Wonderful, I was. The silver light spread across my skin, not painful, not frightening, but familiar, as though something ancient was waking up, waiting, remembering. The tunnel finally opened into another chamber, smaller than the cavern above, yet somehow more important. At its center stood a stone pedestal, and on that pedestal rested a crown, silver, ancient, beautiful. The sight sto

Eirlys POV: My heart nearly stopped dead in my chest. “What is that?” I whispered, staring at the glowing thing. Rhydian looked up at me from where he knelt. “The Bloodstone.” “I’ve never heard of it,” I said. “You weren’t supposed to,” he replied simply. His gaze shifted toward the hallway where Auren was standing. “It only responds to descendants of House Drakhar.” My stomach dropped like a rock. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

She tiptoed towards him, leaned forward and looked over his shoulder and gasped in fright, breaking his concentration. He quickly spun round and hugged her face to his chest to stop her from seeing the ghastly sight before them but it was too late. She had already seen it. A skeleton with bits of clothing on it in tatters and a huge part of it's skull missing. On it ring finger, it wore a gold ring with De Luca written on it.