Bleeding Blue Ao3 Novels & Stories

Not broken, not yet, but bleeding. To be continued…

A white rose lay on the floor dripping with blood. A small, shiny blade lay beside it. A beautiful object in such a terrible and painful condition. The blood stain on it did not hide it's immaculate and beautiful nature. She puffed smoke in the air and took a sip of the liquor beside her, as she glared at the bleeding rose with sad and anguish filled eyes, it told a lot about her and her agony. She was as beautiful as the rose in front of her.

Raegan was the first to start an approach, his gait exuberant and domineering and for some strange reason, it felt so very… arousing? I felt the blazing heat of his icy-blue gaze pinned at me—like he didn’t care at all about the world around him, all the gazes watching in astonishment, confusion, disbelief, and some others even jealousy. The hues of his ice-blue eyes were now a smocking silver colour, I wasn’t sure if they glowed from the candled chandeliers reflecting into his orbs or the moonlight itself. He seemed bigger than life at this very moment and I felt like the smallest cub ever born. I couldn’t move. My mind screamed to reject this moment. I wanted to be anywhere but in this hor

Everything. His reflection in the glass stared back at him—messy hair, bruised lips, and those haunting blue eyes that had earned him his name but now looked like a stranger’s. They held stories, pain, and a silent scream he had buried for years. He pressed his palms against the cold glass, the chill seeping into his bones like a warning: nothing would ever be the same. Behind him, the sound of footsteps approached—slow, heavy, purposeful. Blue didn’t need to turn to know who it was. The air shifted when Aiden walked into a room; it was like a storm entering a calm shore, fierce and unstoppable.

Maribel, Jesibel, and Briannon all fall to their knees, while the others are doubled over, breathing heavily. My father wraps his arms around himself, forcing his eyes to stay on Aurora, but she simply stares him down, a small smile playing on her lips. I look down at her, proud of my little hybrid for standing up for herself, and about ready to take her to the closest room and fuck her until she begs me to stop, but I take her face between my hands in a panic when I see the blood. The deep crimson eye, partially hidden behind her white curls, is… bleeding.

“If you are agreeable, that is.” “Of course I am,” Leesa said. “What is it?” Rave ran his fingernail down the back of his hand, pressing hard enough to break the skin. A thick blue liquid oozed up from the cut. Leesa thought she might even have seen a faint hint of smoke, but she couldn’t be sure. “Holy crap,” Cali said. “I don’t believe it—even your freaking blood is blue.” Rave held his hand up to Leesa. “Drink a bit of this,” he said. “With my blood inside you, I’ll be able to find you from many miles away.”

The fear in their eyes when Aries loomed over them, the way their little bodies curled in on themselves as they waited for the killing strike that never came… that was the same way Blair had looked. Eyes filled with fear and hopelessness, the scent of desperation and terror oozing out of her in waves. Because of that, I’d given Lucy the go ahead and left them to it. Speaking of scents… I leaned forward in my chair and placed my arms on my desk. There was something off about Blair’s scent, something that I couldn’t quite put my finger on. She smelled human, the slightly tangy scent of blood and flesh untainted by the Lore, but there were moments when I caught a whiff of something elusive. It

I was losing. I was falling...falling into a sea of pleasure. Why did this feel so different? It was far more delightful than ever. Was it because Blue was a mermaid? Was that it? Maybe making love to a mermaid came with their own benefits. I withdrew and thrust again, and again while I feasted on her lovely breasts. My breathing roughened and I heard Blue's melodious cry as I went faster, her legs tightening around me and her nails were digging into my flesh. Her screams were buried with my mouth on hers, and I waited until Blue's body stopped convulsing beneath mine.

Vlaira angrily tossed the book down on the table, her tone irritated, "Oh my god, Hana. You needed to draw your blood and drip it into the Blue pot. It would happen on its own, and you would know its choice. Got it now?" "Okay, thanks, Vlaire." Vlaire didn't bother to respond to Hana. He arrogantly turned off the contact before Hana continued to talk. Hana slit a small line from her fingertips with a knife and touched into Blue pot. In an instant, each slow jet of blood spread and dissolved and completely disappeared. While Hana was thinking about the outcome, a red light burst out and surrounded her. Hana was swept into the foggy void. She stood still and confirmed that this was Blue's spir

I would have expected this from Anika but not Blue. “Stop, please!” He cries. “Payback’s a bitch!” She mutters as she jabs the blade into his stomach. A pool of blood had slowly built beneath Quinn. And I could see from his eyes that he was steadily growing weaker. “I hate you!” With one final blow, she stabs him in the chest, exactly where the heart would be.. Blue takes a step back, almost bumping into me. Her hands, arms and tee were covered in Quinn’s blood. But she stands there, watching him cough and splutter up blood.