Novels by Blue

Emily's POV The table was simple tonight — fresh bread, grilled meat, and platters of fruits and cheeses. No servants, no formalities. Just us.Fayne poured drinks while I set out the plates, and before long, laughter began to fill the air — the natural, effortless kind that only comes from people who know each other too well. "You’re heavy-handed with the wine, old man," Kael teased, raising his cup at Fayne.Fayne gave him a mock glare. "I’m making up for all the times I had to deal with your troublemaking.""Ah," Aerlyn smirked over the rim of her glass, "he means the time you tried to tame a wyvern in your second year of training."Kael groaned. "I will *never* live that down.""You were brave," I said, unable to hide a chuckle, "but extremely foolish.""And slightly singed," Fayne added, lifting his cup toward Kael with a wink. "To Kael, the bravest fool we know."We all laughed and raised our glasses together, the clinking sound ringing through the open air.The conversation

Emily's POV The days that followed were spun from sunlight and laughter.After breakfast one morning, Fayne clapped his hands together and grinned wickedly. “Time for a family sparring match,” he announced, eyes gleaming. “No backing out!”Aerlyn immediately brightened, already stretching her arms behind her head. “I’m in.”Kael gave a loud, theatrical groan. “Do I have to? I almost died last time!”“You stubbed your toe last time,” I said dryly, sipping my tea. “Hardly a near-death experience.”Still, when we gathered outside in the practice yard, Kael bounced on his toes with nervous excitement. The sun was high, the breeze carried the scent of wildflowers, and the whole pack seemed to watch from the edges, smiling at the scene unfolding.We split into teams — Fayne and Kael against Aerlyn and me."Unfair," Kael complained immediately. "Mother and Aerlyn are terrifying!""You wound me," I said with a grin, circling him slowly. "But I’ll take it as a compliment."The match began w

Emily's POV The days that followed felt golden.The castle, often a place of endless decisions and strategy, settled into a rhythm that was almost domestic. It wasn’t that there weren’t matters to attend to — of course there were. Packs still needed watching, alliances still needed tending. But the urgency that had once ruled every breath was gone, replaced by something warmer, deeper.Trust.Aerlyn spent her mornings training patrol groups, her voice sharp and sure as she called out orders in the training fields. She was growing into her power in a way that made my heart ache with pride. Some mornings I would watch her from the balcony, sipping tea while the wind carried her laughter up to me.Kael had thrown himself into studying — a surprise to all of us. He was determined to master governance, battle strategies, herbal remedies, everything he could get his hands on. It was as if, after the talk about leadership, he had decided to prove he was ready for more.Sometimes, I would fi

Emily's POV “We’re not as young as we used to be,” I murmured, feeling the ache in my bones with a smirk.“But we’re better,” he said. “We know when to stop fighting the world.”I turned toward him, resting my head on his shoulder. “This is what we fought for.”He didn’t answer with words, just pressed a kiss to my forehead.Eventually, reluctantly, we returned home.As we rode into the castle gates, our cloaks damp and hair wild, the guards blinked at us like we were forest spirits returning from myth. We waved them off before they could ask questions, and made our way back to our private quarters, still grinning like fools.We’d barely stepped out of the bathing chamber when there was a knock at the door. This time, it wasn’t a guard. I knew the rhythm.“Come in,” I called, already smiling.Aerlyn entered first, her braids freshly redone, her uniform pristine. Behind her, Kael followed, taller than before, but still hiding part of his face behind his curls when he felt uncertain.“

Emily's POV “Was hoping you'd think I was unconscious,” he mumbled into my hair. “So you wouldn’t make me move.” I laughed softly and turned toward him, our legs tangling naturally. He looked younger in the morning light, softer. As if the weight of his past had stepped back, if only for a few hours. I brushed my fingers across his brow, smoothing back a strand of hair that had fallen in his eyes. “I don’t want to move either,” I whispered. “Then don’t,” he said, pulling me closer. “We’ve earned one morning.” It was a strange thing—stillness. Foreign, almost. Our love had bloomed in war, grown through hardship, deepened through leadership. Most days, it felt like we were always on the edge of something: a threat, a decision, a moment too big to breathe through. But today… Today, we were just Emily and Fayne. Not Alpha. Not demon. Not legend. Just two people who had made it through the storm and still chose each other. He kissed the top of my head. “Still thinking about Kael?”

Emily's POV The echo of my children’s voices still lingered in the corridor even after I walked away. Something had changed—subtly, but powerfully. Kael and Aerlyn had finally found a rhythm, however fragile. That mattered more than any council, any throne. I drifted into the quiet of our chambers, the familiar warmth of it greeting me like a gentle tide. Fayne stood near the window, bathed in moonlight, his arms crossed as he stared into the distance like he always did when his mind wandered too far. He turned when he heard me, and his crooked smile instantly softened everything in me. “They’ll be alright,” I said, sinking into the edge of the couch. He raised a brow. “Kael didn’t burn down anything?” “Not today,” I teased. Fayne chuckled and walked over. “Then we’ll call that a win.” There was silence for a beat, one that didn’t demand to be filled. We were getting good at this kind of peace—the quiet between the wild. The world outside always turned, but we had carved out

Amelia’s POVI could feel him standing behind me even before I opened my eyes.The sound of the kettle clicking off. The scrape of a mug on the marble counter. The sharp breath he took before he finally turned and said it.“You can’t stay here.”The words landed with the precision of a scalpel. I sat up slowly on his couch, blanket sliding down my shoulders, throat thick with unshed shame. Sunlight slanted through the blinds, dust motes floating in its golden reach. The room was warm, but the silence between us made it feel glacial.“I just need a little more time,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.Julian didn’t respond. He walked to the window, coffee mug in hand, his jaw set hard enough to crack glass.“I can leave tonight,” I added quickly, heart pounding. “But I—I had nowhere else to go.”Still nothing.He didn’t look at me. Didn’t speak. Just stood there in his crisp white shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows, as if preparing to gut something.“I didn’t come back to manipu

Amelia’s POVJulian didn’t ask questions that night.He didn’t press. He didn’t pry.He just let me be.When we got to his penthouse, he didn’t lead me to the guest room or ask if I wanted to talk. He simply handed me a sweatshirt two sizes too big, pointed to the bathroom, and said, “Take your time.”So I did.I stood in his shower longer than I should have, letting hot water soak through my bruised skin and rinse off the days I couldn’t talk about.When I stepped out, wrapped in warm cotton and still half-fragile, he was waiting in the living room. Sitting on the edge of the couch. Fire crackling low behind him.Two mugs on the coffee table. Tea. Not whiskey.I sat across from him. Our eyes met, and for a moment, we didn’t speak.We just… existed.“Did you eat?” he asked finally, voice soft.I shook my head.He got up, walked to the kitchen, and returned a few minutes later with grilled cheese and tomato soup—simple, warm, nostalgic.I hadn’t eaten something that comforting in years

Amelia's POV I took a step back. “No—I didn’t know who I was. Not until *yesterday*. You have to believe me.”“He said you want money,” my father said. “And that if we want the *real* Isabella back, we’d better pay.”I blinked. “What?”“He has her. The girl you made the deal with. He said he’ll send her home. For a price.”Jeremy stepped forward, furious. “You’re telling me you believe *Elijah Brown*—a known blackmailer—over your own daughter and hard DNA evidence?”“You forged it,” my mother said, her voice sharp and shaky. “You tricked us once. We won’t be fooled again.”I swallowed hard. “Look at me.”My voice cracked.“Please.”My father’s hands curled into fists. His eyes glistened—but not with love. With grief. With betrayal.“We lost our daughter once,” he whispered. “We’re not letting someone *like you* do it again.”They turned.And just like that…They left me standing there.In my own home.Unwanted.We sat in the car in silence for a long time after.Jeremy stared at the

Amelia's POV The name dropped like an anvil between us.My world tilted.I stared at him, shaking my head slowly. “That’s… my father.”“I know,” he said quietly. “That’s why I thought you were part of it.”My chest tightened. “Part of what ?”Jeremy turned to a file cabinet, pulling out a thick envelope. Inside were grainy photos, scans of old letters, even a birth certificate— two of them.“The real Isabella Domitia was kidnapped when she was three,” he said. “The family never went public with it. Someone replaced her with a lookalike, carefully trained to take her place. They thought she was lost forever. Until I started digging.”I stared at the documents in shock. “Why didn’t you tell anyone?”“Because I didn’t know who to trust. Then you showed up. At first, I thought maybe you were the imposter. Maybe the original was gone forever. But then I found this.”He pulled out a photo—me as a child.With Michael .It wasn’t staged. It wasn’t taken in secret. It was real.“I found

Amelia’s POVThe first thing I did was scream.Loud. Raw. Repeatedly.Not because I thought anyone would hear me. But because I needed to feel like I hadn’t given up yet.My voice echoed back at me—mocking, empty.I was alone.Still tied, still aching, still freezing in the damp rot of the basement Jacob Flynn had decided would be my prison.I tested the ropes again, twisting my wrists in every direction. They were tight, but not professional—he hadn’t done this before. Not like this. And maybe, just maybe, that was something I could use.I moved slowly, easing my back against the rough stone wall. I needed friction—something to saw against. The rope burned my skin, but I didn’t stop. Pain meant progress.Minutes passed. Or maybe hours. I lost track.Above me, footsteps creaked across the floor again. My heart jumped into my throat.No. Not yet. I wasn’t ready. Not until I got my hands free.The door opened.I went still.Jacob appeared in the doorway, carrying a tray.Food. A bottle

Amelia's POV Julian stood there.In jeans. No blazer. No shield.Just him.And in his hand… was the letter.He didn’t speak at first.He just looked at me.And I realized that for all my love and pain, I wasn’t the only one who’d been broken.He handed me the letter. “I’ve read this twenty times.”I swallowed hard. “I meant every word.”A pause.“I know,” he said. “And I hated that I believed it.”That stung. But I deserved it.“But then I realized…” he went on, “You were the first person who didn’t want me because of the name. You wanted me in spite of it. And that scared the hell out of you.”My eyes burned. “It still does.”He stepped closer. “Good.”I blinked.“Because it scares me too.”And then—He kissed me.Not like our first kiss. Not like the one after our second date.This was slower. Heavier. Like forgiveness and regret and hope all tangled up in one breathless moment.When he pulled back, he smiled.“Don’t lie to me again.”“I won’t,” I whispered. “Ever.”“And no more fa

Later that day**It was 8 pm, and my bedtime was 9 pm, while I knew Maximilian's bedtime was around midnight.If I had slept before then, I could say that his bedtime was way too late for me. By then, he wouldn't know anything. He could even forget about the absurd promise I made.With that thought, I headed to the bathroom and did my skincare routine, brushed, and took a wet shower.Then I went to my bed and tucked myself in. An unknown fact about me as I preferred to sleep naked.I always went to Maximilian, so it wasn't like he would know about it. That was why the nighttime was always my favorite.A time for Just me.I sighed and let the breeze caress my fresh skin. I breathed in and out intentionally— Reminding myself to be still in my body. It was all going to be alright. I could go back home as soon as I got rid of Maximilian.I was brought up in an orphanage, but there was this boy I was close to. I saw him as a y

“Max— Babe.” I corrected.I couldn't have yesterday repeat itself. If he wanted endearments, I would just give it to him.“Enter.”I sighed and straightened my posture before opening the door.Maximilian was sitting in front of the mirror, brushing his hair.My mind flashed back to what happened last night but I quickly dismissed it as I closed the door. I placed the tray on the comfy bed and poured the content of the water in the glass cup. I walked over to Maximilian and placed the cup on the table.“How was your hunt, darling?”I instinctively grabbed the brush from his hand and started brushing through his long luxurious tresses.“I discovered that the vampire who attacked you was one of Felix's men. I know you like Felix but—”“—If you distrust Felix because his disobedient man tried to kil

“You came.” Daya said surprisingly as I walked into the dining room. The table was so scanty that I could count how many there was. Two minus me and Daya. “Aren't there like sixteen people in the house?” “Most of the guards prefer to eat outside and most of the maids eat in their rooms. It's only me, little axel and Gloria.” I looked at the two little toddlers surprisingly. “Why? Are those kids yours?” Daya cheeks turned pink and she blinked shyly. “No way! I'm still a virgin waiting on my special someone.” I chuckled at how cute she was. It was pretty wild for someone as attractive as her to be a virgin. “I can pop your cherry if you'd like.” I winked and Daya cheeks turned a brighter shade of red and she stared back at her feet while scratching the side of her neck nervously. “So whose kids are they?” I asked while walking towards

“Nice night?” Jacob asked with a smirk. “Yes. It's not everyday the Lord leaves the house after all.” I shrugged. “That's not what I meant but okay.” said Jacob. “What did you mean then, Jacob?” Bosvana asked. “Nothing.” He shrugged. “By the way, I'm going to eat breakfast with everyone today.” Helen gasped horrifically, her fingers tangled in her dark healthy hair. “You never do that!” “I know. That's why I'm going to. In this mansion, we only have us.” Bosvana scoffed, “Why are you suddenly talking like that. Are you going to die or something?” “You are talking as if we don't overthink whether we can live or not anytime we make a mistake in front of Maximilian.” Bosvana rolled her eyes and leaned against Jacob's shoulder as he served the rice. “Oh stop trying to be like us so bad! You're different. No matter what you do, th

“Actually no. I've been here for a while but I never get the chance to speak to you because it seems you're always engaged but I understand.. it's not easy for you.” “Well then.. I'll see you later, Daya.” Daya nodded and watched as I climbed up the stairs. I went to Maximilian's office but he wasn't there so I decided to go to his room. That was a risky move but I didn't care. I wanted to know what he was thinking. Did he hear my conversation with the vampire? If he did I was doomed. Maximilian's chambers was a forbidden part of the mansion and now I was going there.. With a deep inhale and exhale I was able to relax my mind. I walked further down the hall and when I reached the front of his bed room door, I froze. What if he was actually in a bad mood right now, going in would actually kill me. No wonder Daya wanted to escort me here. Maximilian was actually pissed. But I co

“Are you okay, Cyra? The master did not look happy.” Helen asked with concern on her face. Jacob was however checking my body for any injuries, from the distance “Didn't you say you would only go to the beach? Why did you get attacked?” Said Bosvana “The Lord says not to worry. For precaution, do not leave the mansion unless you get orders.” Bosvana sighed. “I'm glad you're alive.” “It's fine.” I dismissed, “He wasn't strong enough to hurt me.” “Right.” Jacob intervened, “You are a vampire as well.” “I think it's about time I learnt some self defense skills.” “Really? What about the ones I taught you a few years ago. You said you'd try the techniques on the Lord and how did that turn out?” My cheeks instantly went hot. “I underestimated the Lord's strength but the vampire I bumped into today was less. You could even take him down, Jacob. All Maxim

Emily’s POV He looked so pathetic in that chair. Jacob—once towering, once terrifying, once the name whispered with reverence throughout the lands—now hunched over a desk like a frightened scribe. His hand trembled as he dipped the quill into ink, smearing black across the edge of the parchment. Sweat beaded on his forehead, lips pressed tight in pain. The poison had settled into his bones by now. It wouldn’t kill him quickly. That would’ve been too kind. I leaned against the cold stone wall, arms folded, and said nothing as he scrawled the final sentence. “…and with this letter, I hereby declare Emily Aldane as the rightful Alpha of Galahad Pack, worthy of your allegiance, worthy of your fear.” He paused. Then, begrudgingly, signed his name. Jacob. I stepped forward slowly, the sound of my boots echoing through the silent chamber. The guard at the door stiffened at my presence. “Send them,” I ordered. “Now.” The guard took the sealed letters with a nod and hurried off into

“I'll help you find proof.” Karina said, interupting my thoughts.“Huh?” I turned to face her.“Why? Didn't you say..”“I said I had no intentions of being friends with you after the problem is solved but we can still work together for now. You'll need all the help you can get.”She was right.“So.. can you bring me my phone from my mother's cabin, I need to contact my husband and makes sure he knows I'm safe—”“—Blah blah blah,” Karina said. “I won't be helping you do that because we're not close!”I knew but I still wanted to give a shot. I didn't want Armin to worry about me or rush down and create a scene but I also knew better than to try and urge Karina.She was a straight forward person, there was no changing her mind.“So what do I do now?” I wasn't sure.My approach to solving issues was barging into the situation and pulling it by the horn but I knew I had to craft out a strong plan and be pragmatic like Armin in his approach.“I'd tell you to go immediately to the building

Second day after the blood full moon**When I opened my eyes, I was in a cave and it felt warm and cozy.Before I fell unconscious I was on the mountain, cold and half dead.I immediately stood up from the mat I was laying on and heard a voice behind me say. “Don't move!”I turned around and was beyond shocked to see Karina. We stopped talking about two years ago. It was beyond shocking that she saved me.“You saved me?” I voiced, very grateful that I didn't die. Armin would be so pissed if I died so pathetically.“Yes, it's not like you'd die due to a fall anyways. Look at you, you're perfectly fine now.”I swung my arms and moved my feet. They felt great but a bit heavy.Werewolves had the great ability to heal quickly. Of course, I was no exception.I looked at my ring finger, the one Firdaus twisted. It kinda hurt.I moved it back to it's proper place and it made a crack sound.Karina winced and looked at me irritatedly, “Does that not hurt?”I looked at her briefly, “It does.”Ka

I immediately opened my eyes and soon realized it wasn't a mistake when I saw a pair of red eyes glaring down at me.My heart thumped in my chest.She'd found me.Fidaurs was here.“Sister,” I said, feeling goosebumps engulf my skin as I looked into her wild eyes that glowed bright red, the exact red of the moon.For four years, she'd locked herself on the first floor of the mansion, indulging herself in paperwork and never showing her face to me or anyone else.This was not without a reason.Four years ago, she realized Felix was her mate but he rejected her for me since then, she never showed her face.We were only a few that knew about this issue so we easily brushed it under the carpet. But two years ago, I killed Felix. She didn't show her face then either but I knew she'd be hurt.But she said a word to my father once. When she came out of the little cage she'd created around herself, she'd either move on from the past or take revenge.Judging from the rage in her eyes I knew sh

“Where are you my children?” Mother asked so sweetly. She took everyone as her children and many wished she were their real nother while others resented me for it.The kids came out their hiding place behind the tall pillars and Mother laughed so brightly as though she didn't sense their presence before.She was so pure and wholesome.“Mother we've put senior's luggages inside.”“Oh! That's just perfect, thank you my babies.”“Mother will you read us a story tonight?”“No. Today I'd like to spend time with my daughter, Jasmine.”I smiled back at her.“Very well then, we'll come back tomorrow.”“You're always welcome to White cottage.”The kids ran off, leaving me with my mother.“White cottage?” I asked. It sounded cheesy.“It's the name I gave my little abound. The name has been existing for years, everyone knows about it.”Except me.“Oh,” I said. “Let me prepare water for your bath.”“Okay,” I didn't reject her anymore.She entered a corner of the house while I waited outside, enj

“Where's my father?” I asked as Jasper dragged my luggages behind him lazily.“Hunting. Don't you remember what today is? If not for today's ceremony, many of our pack members would come out to greet you.”Right. April twenty two. By midnight, a new moon would emerge.The blood moon. The moon at the time would enhance our innate abilities, it was also the times wolves tended to lose control of themselves.Finding your mate by this time could be thrilling and some girls fantasised about it because of the sex. I shook my head at it. The teenager read too many werewolves fanfiction these days it was messing up with their brains.Rough sex wasn't healthy and shouldn't be glorified.Look who's talking. I heard my wolf criticize.I looked at the huge mansion in front of me, where I used to live.I sniffed the air then walked past it. Surprised, Jasper followed after me yelling, “Aren't you going to your house? This is the perfect time to settle in so you don't deal with questions..”I tur