Novels by BlueHaze

Hiiii. Blue Haze here. When I started this book, I had no clue where it would drag me — or how deep I’d fall with it. The fact that my first step into this chaos found even a shred of success? Still shocking. But none of it would’ve meant anything without every single one of you. The story isn’t over. There will be a Book Two — and no, I still don’t know if Myles is breathing or rotting (but if you’ve made it this far with me😏, you know hope is a dangerous thing). Thank you for the likes, the comments, and the Gems — they were the only reason I kept going when the story got too...loud. --- BOOK 2 SYNOPSIS Tristan Medici has two goals: burn his uncle’s empire to ash and stand once more on the rooftop where his entire world bled out dead. He was close. Too close. Until the news came — a revelation so impossible, so gutting, it made him want to rip apart the only person he’s ever truly loved. But that was then — when life still held a little innocence...high school. This is no

"...breaking news tonight from St. Augustine Hospital regarding the tragic death of the only son of a local worker. Authorities have confirmed that Astor, 19, fell from the rooftop of this very hospital late last night in what officials are calling an apparent suicide....”More ramblings from the reporter on TV, words I can barely register. I feel like a husk, a husk full of nothingness... as though my soul had been snapped into two.El Refugio is a kaleidoscope of colors; I can barely see the Boss through bloodshot eyes. He shouldn’t be standing this close to me, knowing what I could do.But it seemed as though he understood, for he had his goons surround my chair, while Al sits beside me, watching closely.It was Al who’d broken the news, the first person I saw after I revived in that white, empty room that contained only a bed and the drip attached to my wrist.Ripping it out didn’t hurt as much as it should. The excess bleeding didn’t kill me. Ripping off the soft wallpaper and po

MYLES What more do you have to lose before you realise it isn't meant to be...Myles... your mum is gone... her heart failed and...'...You should have left me there, why do you have to bring me out...''I'm sorry.''...What are you doing...''Retribution.'I'm at the center of her ward, shoulders slumped, staring at the empty hospital bed as if she might still be here, and all I needed to do was just wait and soon I'll be hearing her voice...Carino, are you okay, Carino...But... she's gone.I knew it before the mayor said it. The way he had clenched at the wheel, his voice when he cursed, hollow and weak, with every word he dropped, it lost meaning.I should have sensed it sooner though, when Diego dropped all of those cryptic words before he pulled the trigger on his own self. It was all because of this.Retribution."Sir," the nurse beside me breaks the silence, the pity in her eyes looking at me frozen on the floor, "You need to get treated."I looked back at the bed, feeling m

*You first.*I shut my eyes. I think of my mum, Tristan, and Jade, wishing I’d actually spent my time with them instead of hiding away like a maniac. Maybe in another life…Another bang. I stay still, waiting for the pain to hit, but once again, it doesn’t. I’m still on the floor, brows knitting in confusion, listening to grunts, fists slamming hard against skin, muscle, and bone—then curses. One voice sounded like…Diego?I opened my eyes, and there he was—my stepfather, right on top of Connor. The gun was out of reach beside them, and Diego’s fists slammed hard against Connor’s face. It hit me then—Diego was a burly man, something I never really noticed before.Did he come to save me? Pigs couldn’t fly though, so I had to be dreaming…“Get off me, swine,” Connor struggled, but either Diego’s sudden rage was overpowering, or Connor was too dazed from all the beating.The gunfire outside resumed.“I told you,” Diego roared into Connor’s face, “I told you I was gonna get you if you dou

MYLESNo way out…The only window is barricaded with iron rods, ones I had desperately tried to pull down. But the air from the window gave me a clue as to where we really are — the salty scent of the ocean brushing past my nose.There’s nowhere to run to; the walls are thick. It’s been hours since I was left here, without anyone coming to check on me. Every time I hear footsteps, my heart skips, waiting for the lock to shift, but there’s nothing — just the sound of their footsteps retreating.I’m still groggy, so after hours of pacing, I’m seated at the far end of the room, watching the door, waiting for the last step I’d hear before it all goes blank.I wrap my arms around my knees, shutting my eyes. Mum… Was she okay? Hopefully, the mayor was there and wouldn’t let Diego move her.Perhaps she’d be alright… Perhaps I should think of myself and not Tristan. But I can’t stop — can’t stop wondering if staying away was the right choice. And now, like everything that involved me, he was

DOMENICO"Nico... Nico, what the hell are you doing? You know this won't work."Nico felt the cold chill run down his spine as the voice filtered into his ears, trying to infiltrate his numb senses."What do you know, brother?" he muttered, watching the smoke swirl up to the ceiling. "This isn't politics where you seduce your way into things."Nico stared at the city from his window. In Viktor's background, he could pick up the faint noise of traffic and his own car blazing down the road. He didn't need to be told he was being tracked.So predictable."Nico...""I can't get the memories out of my head." His voice was quiet, eyes on the light far away. "You used to drive so fast to get me out of trouble, arriving just seconds before I got my head blown off."Nico rubbed at his eyes, the silence on the other end of the line too loud. It settled — the ghost of another time, memories he couldn't even reach.He let out a small chuckle. "The bar fights, we used to do it together. Remember w

So she ran—away from the sound of his voice calling her back, away from the hall, from Nathan, from all the secrets they carried.Her head felt too heavy, her legs too light.She trembled as the wind whooshed past her ears the faster she sprinted down the deserted road.Because when he had stared into her eyes, when he had muttered, "Happy birthday, Lady Iris," with that flower in her face, it had felt familiar.For once, she hadn't cared about the raging gossips or the scandals that would come later. Instead, she had searched his eyes, hoping to see more, but... it refused to come.Was it really her birthday? Was it? Why did it feel like it wasn't the first time he was raising a marigold to her face?At a distance, lightning seared through the dark sky.A throne... Iris staggered to a stop, dropping to her knees in the middle of nowhere as the rain came down on her, dampening her hair and soaking her clothes.She once had a throne... and today might be her birthday, not that one cold

It didn't take long for all eyes to be turned on them. It didn't help that it was followed by whispers and murmurs she was trying hard not to catch snippets of.The music blaring in her ears seemed too loud the more she tried to focus on the Lycan King.He moved the way he spoke—flawlessly—spinning her under the spotlight until they were the only ones on the dance floor."You're so good you put the courtesans to shame," she laughed nervously. "Tell me, Asher, did it come with the charm?"A small sly smile perched on his lips. "Maybe I'm trying to impress." He spun her so her back was pressed against him. "Even the most notorious Lycan lacks strength in the face of a beautiful woman."The gasps came strongly now."Is—is that Lady Iris?""And—the Alpha King?!""All in front of her husband?!"Iris felt her face burn. At this rate, whether Pity's plan or not, Nathan was definitely going to take it the wrong way.Even now, a few steps away from her—and there he stood with Princess Lira in

"...""..." Amara smiled.Iris sighed, "Please don't say it.""But how can I not say it?." She did a graceful twirl with the ivory ball gown hung on her arm, "Can't you see, I think Alpha Asher fancies you." Amara shook the letter before her face, the gold royal seal catching the sunlight. "A separate invite for you , asking you to come as an important guest to the king?" She swooned, "Just three days after he treated your wound. Oh goddess"Iris laughed and turned away. "For the last time, King Asher did not treat my wound, Duke Atlas did.""Because he asked him to?""No not because he asked him to" she waved Amara Off, " Besides aren't you in the same age gap as his majesty, perhaps if you brushed that bed nest instead of spying on Knights training and taunting me, you'll have a chance with him."Amara scoffed, "As if." But once again her face broke into a smile, "What if the king was really interested in you, will you give him a chance, My lady, future Luna of Pack Astralis.""

"You should take care of yours, Duke Atlas; it looks more serious." That was what she could have said, bowing low and racing off until she was hidden from murmurs and shocked gazes in her direction. But he didn't give her the chance; his fingers curled around her wrist, pulling her along to a shaded bench at the edge of the arena, and then sitting her down, he squatted down before her. He had demanded a satchel from his disappointed general, and now he stared laser-focused at her cut, brushing it with a small part of a napkin soaked in antiseptic. It stung like hell, a sharp bite that made her eyes water, but his touch was so careful, she barely flinched. Those hands, rough and built for war, moved with a gentleness that clashed hard with the beast she’d seen hurl Nathan through glass. She stared at the top of his wild dark hair, sweat glistening on his back, crisscrossed with knife and claw scars that made her chest ache. Some were white and faded, others red and raw, from ba

That meeting stayed with her, mainly because Amara wouldn't shut up about it. "The Alpha King, he told you to call him by his name. My lady, don't you think that...". But that was the problem. She would rather not think too much about it. Didn't want to think too much about the Duke's gray eyes and the way they were filled with guilt. How he had apologized after. How her guts had churned but not in discomfort. Amidst all this, there were more pressing matters to consider, such as Nathan's rapid recovery. King George had brought every healer with a weight to their name, and it had paid off. In just a day, there were rumors that the pack's beloved Duke had opened his eyes. They even said he would walk again. Rumors circulated about the actions he might take towards his haggard wife once he was discharged from the hospital. But every time she brought up the topic, Amara shut it down. "Didn't the Lycan King Asher ask you to come to him when you need something? Why not ask him for a

Iris stared out the window; twelve hours had passed since the incident, and her body was still frozen. She was surprised to learn Nathan hadn't died from the fall, but there were speculations on if he was ever going to walk again. However, Amara was adamant he was dead, claiming the news was a ruse to keep her in the pack until they came for her. She couldn't find her feet, couldn't move. The way those gray orbs had settled on her, as if he had fulfilled a promise he was sorry for. Then, without a word, he looked down at a writhing Nathan and walked away...to his general, who seemed pissed at him. Why? Why did he do that? Why did he look at her like that? Amara appeared before her, her right cheek still swollen despite the ointments applied on it. Her eyes glisten. "Do you even hear me? Do you want to die?" "There's nowhere to go, Amara." She held her maid's gaze. "I've thought about it, but unless we go back to the Valleys, we know nowhere." It dawned on Amara, and her