Bill Cipher Blue Fire Novels & Stories

Once they were finished, they took my mother and father, tied them up, and placed them in the middle of the living room. The fire they set in the room was a cold blue flame. It spread quickly. It was freezing everything in a fifty- foot radius. This type of fire makes Bampires burst into cold blue flames. That is what they did to my parents and my home. Then they grabbed me and sent me to be a slave to Lord Cameron. But instead of being his slave, I became his wife's, Lady Candice of Bluestoria, slave!”

She studied Bill's tried expression, hoping to gain some information. Bill, on the other hand, was expressionless. He raised his brows slightly, unaffected by what Alice had said. “Mind if I have a cigarette?” he asked, taking his cigarette and lighter from his pocket. And he had taken out a cigarette, held it in his mouth, and pulled out the lighter before Alice could respond. Blue flames erupted from the lighter with a click. Bill’s eyes were obscured by smoke, giving him a mysterious appearance. He leaned back on the sofa and asked, “Are you making assumptions about my relationships with Stella? Are you trying to use her as a threat against me?”

I paced around nervously while she just laughed at me. "Calm down missy." "Calm down?, I'm meeting his mom, his freaking mother Naomi, how the hell can I be calm?" Henry had called me earlier and told me to get ready, he said he'll be at my place in half an hour and we would be going to his mother's place. "You look awesome babe." "You think so?"I accessed myself in the mirror for the third time. Naomi had chosen a blue dress that was flair from the waist down because of my stomach. It stopped just at my knees and had silver decorations all over it.

I grumbled under my breath grinding my teeth together. “I told you to stay away from him” Beth’s voice rumbled as it wasn’t hers, but someone else’s. “you will not hurt Ryder, I will protect him from you” My eyes snapped to Beth’s as her breathing stopped and her eyes glossed over and a blue mist rose from the ends of her blonde hair, “Blue fire?” I whispered As the sudden realization hit me. “No, this can’t be” I said as I only knew one person from the under-shadows with blue flames, and I killed him a year ago.

Blue was suddenly crippled by the overwhelming need to pass the fattest shit in her life—mostly from fear. “He nominated your details, Richard,” Well this was fucking news to Blue. “He wouldn’t. Vincent is taking the blame,” “Vincent caught you,” “That daft prick?” “That investigator you contracted privately for the skyscraper fire was an undercover,” “Bullshit.” He nudged at Blue with the tip of his gun a little harder as though it would compel Carol to vomit the papers she’d hidden in her rectum onto the table. At least that was how he’d made it seem he thought of the elusive statements. “If that were the case I’d be in prison by now,”

I feel whole again as I let a small flame dance over my fingertips. I can’t resist. I run outside and create the largest fireball I’ve ever made and throw it straight into the stream causing steam to rise from the surface, I’m back baby. I put on a well fitting pale blue dress that looks like it is made of ice, the back is covered. Not because of the cold but because I want Scott to think I'm still weak., I don't need to worry about the cold anymore, not now that my flames are back.

I handed my black credit card to the salesgirl, who nodded in understanding and proceeded to the billing counter to generate the bill. "Ryder, I can't accept these. They're so expensive," Bella exclaimed, her eyes widening as she caught sight of the price tags. The gowns were worth a fortune. "Nothing is more valuable than you, babygirl!" I declared, cupping her face in my hands and caressing her cheek with my thumb. As I did so, the salesgirl returned with our bags, ready for us to take. I took hold of all the bags and grasped Bella's hand firmly as we exited the store together.

Every time I caught his eye, I saw the same thing: not anger, but absence. Blue without his art wasn’t Blue. It scared me. --- 6 By lunch, rumors about the fire were everywhere. Some people called it “a prank.” Others called it “over the line.” But no one said it out loud to Blue’s face. I almost wished they would. At least then he’d have something to push back against. Claire dropped into the seat beside me. “This isn’t random. This is targeted.” “I know.” “You can’t just let it go.”

I was the daughter of a mafia family who refused an arranged match and fled home on my coming-of-age night. Somehow, I ended up working under him. During a firefight, I had barreled into danger and dragged his bleeding, unconscious body out. I had taken five bullets. When I was sewing my wounds, Simon woke. He leaned back against the wall and watched me for a long time. "Ivina," he called out, smiling at me for the first time. "Why did you risk your life? Do you have feelings for me?" I bit down on the bandage as I wrapped my wound, then looked up at him. "You're my boss. Protecting you is my job."

Law. I checked my watch again, eight on the dot. Billie hadn’t left her room since we got back from the funeral home. I pulled up the live feed on my phone: her curled on the bed in Leon's oversized hoodie, knees drawn up, scrolling endlessly. On Super model photos, Influencer reels. Searches for “blonde hair blue eyes.” She could chase whatever ghost she wanted tonight; the news she was about to receive would burn most of that noise away anyway.