Blue And Cricket Novels & Stories

hoping to see my mother for some last-minute counsel. Rather, my childhood friend Clara crept in. Her face was pallid, and something that made my stomach turn had taken the place of her normally happy look. "Ivy," she wrung her hands and whispered. "There are rumors... whispers among the pack..." "What rumors?" My voice was sharper than I meant when I asked. Unease pricked at the back of my neck. Clara refused to look at me. "They claim that there is another person. Another blue-haired girl who says—"

Cricket “Christina, where are you?” the creepy voice echoed through the house. I turned the gun’s safety switch to off. “I’m sorry,” he continued. “Your friends call you Cricket, don’t they? Well then, I’m gonna call you that, because you and I are gonna be really good friends.” Where the hell is Minus?

DAHLIA Bringing the cup of milk shakes to my lips, I slowly typed in the words; 'SCORPION'S EYE ORGANIZATION' into the search bar. Biting my lip, I watched several images appear. There were eighteen logos in all. I picked up the card from my desk, gazing at the logo on it.....a scorpion with it's poisonous tail end curved in a perfect arch where a flaming eyeball was located. I shuddered, placing the card on my desk. My gaze rested on the screen of my laptop.

Ameliah asked…. He continued staring at his palm, there was a crescent carved on it. He showed it to Ameliah who stared at it confused… “What’s that thing?” Ameliah asked… “This signifies that the blue moon is near. When this crescent that’s carved in my palm will be full that’s the day of the blue moon” He explained. Ameliah stared at him with a surprise expression. She cupped his cheeks which made him to look at her… “Everything will be fine Stephen, you’ll save your people. I have faith in you” Ameliah said..

“The best, largest pack in all the world. One that every other pack will be envious of, for no other pack can claim to be born of the stars and moon… a once in a blue moon pack.” “A once in a blue moon pack…” I said, thoughtfully repeating Rem’s words. I had thought about using stars in the pack's name. Though Blue Moon seemed fitting too. I couldn’t help but beam a bright smile down at Rem happily. “Thanks, babe, I think I just figured out our pack name,” I cooed at him. Rem’s lips twitched upwards into a smile. “Blue Moon Pack? I like it,” he chimed, seeming happy with my choice as well. “I’m sure our pack will like it, too. Even if you skip out the star part.”

I nod in agreement before he leaves to retrieve the crystal. The blue crystal was discovered to possess healing qualities, it can also be used for agricultural needs. The blue crystal speeds up the growth of any living thing. The affected area is very small but potent. If used against broken bones, the bones reattach and grow strong within minutes. Skin can be sealed and grown back. Burns are healed after several sessions and others have reported with the advanced healing of some Hunters that fingers and other smaller limbs can be grown back.

“And he’s got these big, bright blue eyes, almost like he was wearing those colored contacts.” “You mean, like pastel or a piercing shade of bright blue?” “I don’t know, exactly,” I said. “When I was a kid, there was this crayon in my box of Crayolas that was called Periwinkle. It was kind of like that, it was the rarest eye color I’ve ever seen. It was the lightest blue ever, as blue as the sky. I don’t know who he is, but I’ve gotta find

“Is this really important right now? Have you finished packing your bags already?” Scarlett rolls her eyes, “You should check on Blue.” “What do you mean?” Olive bit her bottom lip, “He’s… a little slow.” “Slow?” “Olive’s being nice,” Clementine said, grabbing the bags full of clothes. “He’s retarded.” Scarlett gasped, lunging towards Clementine and covering her mouth. “Don’t say that!” She frowns. “He just doesn’t enjoy doing things that don’t excite him. You know how Violet was in subjects that weren’t mathematics. It’s the same with Blue. He really likes reading.”

The butterfly landed briefly on a broad leaf, wings opening and closing like breath. “Whoa,” he whispered. “Did you see that?” Bobby crouched beside him, careful not to crowd. “That’s a blue morpho,” she said. “They look bright like that when they fly, but when they close their wings, they disappear.” Christopher frowned. “Disappear?” She nodded. “The outside is blue. The inside is brown, like bark. It’s how they survive.” The butterfly lifted again, the blue momentary and electric, then vanished into shadow.