Blue Blood Novels & Stories

Screaming as I feel a pop, the baby sliding out from within me as I fall back to exhaustied to do anything else. I hold my breath as drake lifts the quiet baby into his arms, pulling the cord from her throat. She was blue and not moving as I cry holding my arms out “I need to heal her” I cry, drake hands her over, Layla pushing forward as she uses the last of our energy to heal our baby, I feel the blood trickle down my nose as my fingers tingle. I heal her tiny little body as I choke on my own blood. The love I feel for her overshadowing the fear I have of killing myself

She turned the vanity tap on, grabbed a flannel, and wet it. "I have no idea..." Jaxon breathed, watching Juliette wipe at her mouth. Juliette wanted to throw up suddenly. Blood was one her biggest fears, and seeing the stuff poor from her lip, especially when it's blue was just to much for her to bear. "Werewolves don't bleed blue!" Juliette shrieked. The flannel was soaked blue by now.' "I will get you something to stop the bleeding, just wait here and apply pressure." Jaxon disappeared to find something, leaving Juliette standing alone. The blood was so dark, it was alomost black, yet a thin layer of the stuff was blue.

A bluish tint outlined his figure. Eleanor had to move away as it released a vibration that felt as though it could cut her bare skin. “What’s our chances?” Louise murmured. “Don’t even ask.” Lauxister stood, helping Louise to his feet. “This would soon end. The result may favor us or not, but we have to ensure that the aftermath wouldn’t be severe.” He stole a glance at Vladimir; deep blue color splashed around his golden irises. A pang of regrets trailed over his consciousness. It was his fault for not securing the Royal Blood. He might not know how it worked, but he’s aware it’s cursed.

As if sensing my confusion, or probably reading my emotions, Rem said, “it won’t last long. We are still merging, much the same as it is for you and Seren.” “But mine hasn’t changed colour, have they?” I asked, furrowing my brows in thought. Rem chuckled and placed a kiss on my forehead before saying, “you’re not two different souls joining, Zach. I have my own soul, that is joining with that of a spirit. Remember, the first werewolf came from the joining of a human soul and wolf soul. They’ve been reborn together ever since, but are still two different souls.” “Oh, you’re right,” I said, nodding my head slowly in understanding. They were more complicated than even I was. Different yet the s

Ameliah said and bowed a little before walking out of his room still calculating if she was seeing things last night… She disposed of the cleaning utensils and walked to her room, then she took out the book she bought from the old woman. “La Luna Azul” She read out loud and then opened the book to the first page… “La Luna Azul (the blue moon) is a powerful weapon of destruction capable of dissipating vampires and werewolf.” She read out loud… She laid down on bed in a comfortable position and then continued to read… “Vampires; not only are they strong, but they are super fast in moving and their main source of nutrition is blood. They have a very sharp eye sight and possesses many other abil

It was a blessing in disguise. " It's been centuries since one last saw this beautiful pure color on their fate crystal ". " My great great great grandmother saw a blue fate crystal in her prime. And she said the couple who had this fate crystal color lived together forever...". The outsiders were talking about how holy the color was to be dyed in one's Fate crystal. Damian himself was stunned, he was speechless. A person whose hands were tainted with the blood of many lives, couldn't believe his eyes. The blue color was a symbol of purikindnesskind, and innocent. And Damian was by no means pure, kind, or innocent. If anything, he was a devil in the clothes of a saint.

A poem dedicated to “blood and water” by Osuagwu Alexander. MY SIN What actually led me here What have I done Could I have saved him Was I scared or stupid Am writing to free my guilt But reading this script Literally pricks my conscience All I did was watch But I feel my ignorance was a sin And it haunts me daily I’ve always been wary But this blame was mine It was halp past nine On that cold dark night A scene pictographed in me My eyes met him afar

“How many people have you killed, Blue... Iris?” Her eyes suddenly widened, lips parted, then she gulped, but the gun remained pressed against my groin. “H-how d-did you know?” Her question was hesitant and wary. Huh! I could distract her. “My mom had a flower shop. Of all the flowers, she chose iris to bring home every day and placed it in my room. As annoying as it is, I liked the blue one. Your eyes are blue like an iris flower. They remind me of her.”

Daemon’s POV He hadn't changed a wink since the last time I saw him, which was years ago. He was still tall and lanky, those bright blue eyes taking the room with such ease, rare to find. He had always been that way, taking on life with such excitement. "Balor!" The name fell from her lips easily as he crossed the space. That was when I noticed the flowers in his hands. Tulips. Not exactly Annie's favorite, but there was no way he could have known that.

Bellinor asked, confused. "No, there's a big difference; our princess has red and fine gold lines in her irises, giving the illusion of gold orange. The four remaining bloodlines are Orange, the Guild of Valencia; Yellow, the Guild of Blane; Green, the Guild of Bercilak; and Blue, the Guild of Cobalt.” “I see,” Bellinor answered unconfidently, still trying to absorb all the information Draven had just shared with him. He was surprised to have learned this news about his lineage.