Blue Blood Novels & Stories

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

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.

she said. “That is not an answer,” I spat, my knuckles white as I gripped the bottle. “I saw someone in there… people don't turn into puddles of neon ink. My late wife is dead, and yet I just saw her. She frightened Rain so much that she lost consciousness and this... thing... was trying to get to her. Give me a name. Give me a reason.” She remained unmoved. “For now, whoever is using that blue blood cannot function anymore. The link is severed. You have nothing to worry about - ever.”

Everything in the mansion was high-end and luxurious; even the drinking mugs were crafted from pure crystal. Adrian drained the red liquid in one gulp, his thoughts drifting to the restricted area of the East Wing and the mysteries it concealed. The Prophecy… Tsk… He let out a bitter chuckle, shaking his head as if to erase the thought from his mind. Looking at his right hand and the expensive gold chain adorning it, Adrian smirked arrogantly. His thoughts were shrouded in mist, yet his gaze held a strange affection. …

She didn't know when she slowly closed her eyes, and flashes of her dead husband flooded her mind. His touch, his voice in her ear. She immediately shot her eyes open; her throat was suddenly parched. She made her way to the wine jug and poured herself some wine. She was drinking the wine when her gaze inadvertently darted to her dress; the sea blue gown was stained with blood from her menstrual cycle. "Oh, fuck!

My personal brand of hell. After the most excruciating ninety minutes of my life, the game finally ended and I was all but out of here, even as the cheers went on because the white and blue team won with Jason scoring two out of three goals. It was a team I suspected wasn't the Business and Accounting team if the looks of disappointment on some of mates' faces was any indication, that meant that Jason belonged to the STEM department.

Genevieve was puzzled. "Then, Nathaniel hurriedly went to the study room to get the blood sample that Desmond gave Mango last time." This is it... I think you should run a test on it and see if it has anything to do with this. Genevieve's eyes lit up the moment she saw the blue-colored blood. This is... Desmond was born as a test subject from his mother's womb and his blood was blue. Bettany once said that even one drop of his blood is highly valuable in the medical field.

"I’m going to mix your shots, and you two are going to be having the Blue Blood shots!" I frowned. "What’s a Blue Blood shot?" Sophie laughed. "A Blue Blood shot is a werewolf’s biggest weakness when it comes to alcohol. Werewolf systems are different from humans! We don’t get drunk easily by consuming regular human alcohol." She smirked. "But we do have our own alcohol called the Blue Blood shot. If humans drink it, they’d probably die from alcohol poisoning after just one shot! That’s why this club is called the Blue Bloods. The sho

His intense blue eyes lifted to meet hers, and for a moment, the outside world seemed to vanish. Asher Kingsley was a striking figure. Standing at 6'4" with a chiseled jawline and a sculpted physique, he exuded an almost otherworldly allure. His impeccably tailored dark suit accentuated his broad shoulders and lean frame. His intense blue eyes, framed by dark, thick lashes, seemed to pierce through the room, and his tousled dark hair added a touch of rugged charm to his otherwise polished appearance. Despite his godlike handsomeness, his stern expression conveyed a seriousness that left no room for frivolity.

He shook his head, "No need." I smiled, "I can keep it then?" I asked, more excitedly than I should've and he returned my smile. "It's blue," I commented. "Your favorite color." He said with a nod. I nodded and a very low sigh parted my lips. My eyes on his as my smile slowly dropped away. Those damn eyes, like the color of the ocean, they're so full of life but still so very uncertain, they reflected every unsaid word he couldn't let out and before I could take into a deep breath, I was drowning again.