Romans & histoires Bleeding Blue Ao3

When his eyes went back to Sophie he was lost again, unknown to him that his dreamy blue hair and translucent body has started to glow because of his bloodline trigger. One disadvantage with the top three powerful blood was that there body glow more expreme when three things happen, first is when they are extremely happy, second is when they are about to fight, the third is when they are aroused or horny or having sex, and what is happening to the gorgeous blue haired male was the third.

Bradley would be a hell of a lot more appealing served as Nasi goreng with cow eyeball; if he reached for any more bacon all he’d be missing were the spots. Staring at her cluttered plate, the sight of food alone churning the pregnant sickness of her stomach, Blue wondered if she imagined the sound of the front door slamming. The sound of echoing, firm dress shoes. Approaching. Heavy. Fast. Looking up from her plate, her parents looking as unconcerned as ever, Blue truly felt she was hallucinating as she stared into a pair of dark eyes she had the feeling meant only to whisk her away. Looming in the doorway, he approached. Grabbed a hold of the woman’s wrist. Tugged her hastily from her chai

Rainbow Me: where are we going? Blue : Stirling Me: how are we gonna get there? If we swim from here, we'll have to be human and travel again She sighed Blue: Close your eyes Me: why Blue : just do it Me: okay, I'll close them I closed them and two minutes later she tapped me Me: should I open now? Blue: yes, you're free I opened my eyes and we were in a different place Me: where are we?

Lucien stood up and began pacing as he monologued. "You are an exceptional breed of vampire. The Penne Coven is said to hold powers beyond comprehension. Because of their vast talents, the legend of the blue rose was born. He who attains the blue rose shall have all of his wishes granted. When I caught wind of the myth, I couldn't help but laugh at the irony of it all. The source of my damnation was also my salvation.

he vowed, "I will make all of you pay tenfold for what you did to me and to my parents!" Everyone burst into laughter at Onel's words, but Blue's smile turned to a scowl. "Enough of this bullshit," he growled. "I have matters to attend to after this. Goodbye, slut." With that, Blue extended his claws and buried them deep in Onel's heart. Onel's vision grew blurry with tears as he looked up at the full moon. "Why are the Goddesses so cruel to me?" he thought. "Is this really how my life would end?"

She shrugs again, “and I don't know how he pictured his mate or what mate he wanted. Plus, I'm a witch. And he's a werewolf.” “Who are both capable of making blue bloods?” I finish for her, finally glad not to be the only blue blood on this dang earth. Raine shakes her head. “You don't get it, B.” “Get what?” She stares at me seriously. “You will be the only full blue blood on earth. Alan is a commoner, I'm not. Your parents were not. They are of high birth.” “You are serious?!” My eyes almost drop out at what I'm hearing. Did they really add a condition to this blue blood thing???

Elara’s vision blurred with fury and fear. She rose slowly, her voice trembling. “Then they’ll regret it.” --- The Flamebearer’s Game Far away, in the obsidian tower of the Crimson Order, Caelum knelt within a circle of runes—his wrists glowing with crimson chains. The Flamebearer stood before him, robes shifting like fire. “You will awaken, little prince,” he whispered. “And when you do, she will have no choice but to break—her heart, her soul, her magic. All for you.”

"The Apex Bloom. It's a survival game for the elite. The prize is a billion pounds. But it doesn't reward beauty, Lolita. It rewards the hunger of a woman who has nothing left to lose." I looked at the card, then back up into his dark, hungry eyes. I reached out to take it. As I did, I intentionally let my fingers brush against his calloused palm. A sharp, electric shock shot through me, and I let out a soft gasp. Franco’s eyes dilated instantly. He stepped half an inch closer, his thigh brushing against mine. He knew exactly what that touch did to me. He wanted it just as much as I did. "Rule one," Franco whispered, leaning down until his lips almost brushed the shell of my ear, his breath

Anything to get my mind off tonight's event. We agreed on one drink but then turned to two, then three, and I lost count. Hours blurred past, and when I blinked, I was on a soft bed, and wet kisses trailed down my chest. I gasped as he swallowed my length, my breathing ragged. “Ah, please.” I found myself moaning. All I could see were the black vines and heavy muscles dancing above me as my entire body burnt. Lips touched mine; soft but a little reckless. A wet tongue slid into my mouth, fighting for dominance. I arched my body closer to feel more of the heat emanating from the body.