Blue Blood Novels & Stories

“Today, the blood either bends… or breaks.” I nodded, even though my vision blurred. My body trembled. Every part of me felt like it had been beaten from the inside, like my bones were trying to shift into something new. Carlos had tried to stay, but I’d asked him to leave. I didn’t want him to see me like that—sweaty, gasping, screaming. This wasn’t a battle of swords or claws. It was a battle inside my blood. The Blue Blood. A dormant power that lived in me for years, quiet but present. The bloodline of an ancient warrior clan—fierce, magical, feared.

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.

Nichole I was only several centuries old when the first Blue Moon wolf was about to be born. A Blue Moon wolf is a rare and powerful being coveted by all. She will give her mate power beyond their wildest dreams. I am the first witch ever to walk this earth and the best friend of Selene, the Moon Goddess, the creator of the werewolves, children of the moon. Selene came to me before the first was born asking me to help her change their fate.

There was a purplish-blue hand grip there. Adrian who saw this subconsciously reached out his hand and gently rubbed Alexis' wrist there. There was a feeling of anger and bitterness when he saw how the blue-purple color adorned Alexis's wrist there. Adrian growled in anger. As for Alexis, she only had a small smile on her face, then lowered her hand back there. "It’s not a problem, Adrian. It doesn't hurt too much either…” Alexis mumbled as best she could to calm Adrian right there right now.

Kai says. " It couldn't compare to the power flowing in your blood, you are after all the rightful heir, so it vanished because you don't need the crown to rule. Your blood is enough for the throne to be yours and for making the vampires follow you." Dad explains. " Oh." I say, overwhelmed by this information. " Does that mean that when I die, they will make a crown of my bones too?" I ask them. " Stop talking about dying." Dad and Drew both say at the same time.

Diana did not resist and did not move. Rena gripped Diana's red hair tightly. "I hate these eyes! The blue, and the red hair! I hate them all!" Rena then threw Diana, until this human hit the table, and sat down under the window. She then took the glass filled with water and then poured its contents at Diana. Then with a very deep breath, Rena regained control of her emotions. Honestly, she hated someone who had red hair and blue eyes like Diana's. Rena also has red hair, but she has dark brown irises. But she hated the mixture of the two colors, red and blue. Rena would lose control if she saw someone of that color. If she saw it, she wanted to kill that person right now.

Knowing that their daughter's biological father was from the Grey bloodline, there's a lot to worry about! General Silas Grey, Blanche's biological father, is the heir of the Black Spectre, an agency responsible for military-like operations. They are known for their best assassins, killers, and agents. Had she known that their donor would come from Grey, Astrid might have opposed the idea. Of course, there would be confidentiality about the sperm-donor and all, but they just found out later on that Blanche is indeed from the Grey bloodline. "Look, I know this might sound crazy for the two of you, but I am in debt with you both. Thank you for allowing me to see her." Silas suddenly mustered a

Heading to the bathroom, she grabbed her hair dye and an old t-shirt. She had been dyeing her hair ever since she had left her family. Her natural flaming red hair and deep blue eyes would give her identity away--they were traits that only the royal family had. But with dark brown hair, she could pass as a southerner. If her father and older brother, Leon, could see her now, she wasn't sure they would recognise her anyway. She had spent a little over four years with the Bridgewater pack, and time had changed her childish features into that of a woman. She wore her hair shorter now, and her father's high cheekbones and rounded nose made her look younger than she truly was. She was a late bloo

Her skin seemed colder. Her lips were a bit blue and appeared to be a bit of blood inside her nostrils. My body shook with fear. Widened eyes refused to unseen the view. My heart leaped into my throat as I shrunk back and stood there voiceless. "She died seventy years ago, but even today, her blood flows out of her vein proves this place is cursed." His words throbbed inside me. I left with nothing but a numb body when he explained further.

He exclaimed in excitement. The wine was looking so overly cold, as it was placed in a pretty looking bucket of ice. Lawrence popped it, and poured out some into Somira's glass cup... as the wine flowed straight into it with grace.. like a flowing stream... The beauty of the reddish and sparkling oxblood colour of the wine was appetizing enough... coupled with it's sweet smelling scent of each drop which was circulating in the air... was enough to satisfy the thirst of ten thousand peeps. "Here... have some!" Lawrence said to her... Holding the glass of wine, and stretching it towards Somira..