Blue Blood Novels & Stories

Lilith could remember when her life had changed. From being the odd bubbly werewolf to being turned into a hybrid and falling in love with one that saved her life. When she was left rejected, broken-hearted, and dying, that all happened on her eighteen birthday. Talk about one hell of a birthday; Lilith could remember it perfectly. Demien, her older brother, age twenty-five, is the beta and second in command in the blood moon pack, one of the pack's best since their father. Some say that Demien has an eccentric and weird demeanor, but despite that, he is not easily fooled. He is sometimes called abnormal. According to his ex-girl, his mate Angel says he's a "creative, fun spirit."

End is bleak and the rise close The crimson Rukh and the guardian of the flame One who bleeds blue holds the fate of those Beware, every cheat has a price. Curse is on the name The end of the night is bleak and that is when the rise is close - a time right before dawn. The Crimson Rukh was the owner of Nirvana and the guardian of the flame must be her protector - Chosens were practically guardians in Rakhbar, so perhaps Ambrose was the Guardian of Flame! The one who bleeds blue… Only demonic monsters bled blue. Ambrose had red blood that only turned bluish when his demon had taken over so she knew demons had red blood but it turns blue when it is healing - It could be this child.

Luna Nordika meant. "It's a type of blood that can cure anything, even the deadliest poisons. I don't know where or who has this type of blood. I'm sorry," "I will ask Onyx," Gwen was already out the door before anyone could say anything else. She ran down the hall in a sprint, reaching her destination and bursting in through the door of Onyx's room. The Omega gasped at the sudden intrusion and jerked up to a sitting position on the bed. "Gwen,"

The edge pricked my finger, and it was bleeding now. But instead of falling, the blood seems like the dagger absorbed it. "What's happening? Are you ok, Evolet?" Blaze asked. I nod. I do not want to look away. The blood disappeared, and the letters seem to rearrange themselves. I could read what it says now. To break the curse, one needs to die. The one whose blood is blue! "What's the meaning of this? Who has blue blood?" Oren asked, confused. "It might be a metaphor! It might be blue blood like royal blood!" Blaze said, looking out the window. "It might be the blood of a God..."

I watched him as he walked out of my penthouse with determination and urgency in his steps and knew that he was going to make everything go smoothly as he usually does. I rest back against the couch I was seated on, closed my eyes, and smiled. If she thinks that she could just escape my clutches like that, then she’s got to think twice about that. But then the next minute, a frown replaced the smile on my face, as my thought drifted to the dangers that she was about to face soon. From past histories, the previous Blue Bloods weren’t able to overcome all the challenges they faced from the moment they were discovered before they were eventually killed.

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.

My heels echoed against the cold marble—a surface my father adored but I loathed. Not for its beauty, but for the way it betrayed even a single drop of blood. A nightmare for the maids, though they deserved far better after all they’d seen. Soon, I would change that. Once I inherited my father’s empire, they would never have to scrub away another man's sins. Exhaling softly, I ran a manicured hand through my platinum locks, steadying myself. I was heading to my father’s office for a meeting that could alter the balance of power—one contract, one signature, one carefully calculated move. I could not afford a mistake.

she looked at me with cheerful and blushing cheeks while smiling. "I can't wait for that time to happen dad! I'm so excited!" She started jumping up and down making her loose her balance, she almost fell down if she wasn't able to hold on. But… she showed her hand to me. "It hurts dad..." her blood dripped down in front of me. This is the first time she got a wound. "Samantha!" I called out my wife. When I noticed something just before I could carry her out of the laboratory... I noticed that something strange has happened in the serum that I was working on. A drop from Athena's blood made it mysteriously change its color to blue.

Ironic. The thought dragged a dry, humorless laugh from my throat. It echoed in the sterile silence of my office, a place that smelled of lemon polish and an underlying decay. My vision was now swimming on the edge of a crimson haze, each blink more laborious than the last. My hands trembled uncontrollably, and I curled them into fists, nails digging into my palms—useless pain that did nothing to steady me. Then it hit me: Bloodmatch. The name pressed against my consciousness like a shadow that refused to lift, a curse and a promise all at once—dangerous, illicit, irresistibly seductive.

I’m curious what they did. “Oh, hermana! You won’t believe how amazing Nyx’s blood is! It’s naturally producing Methylene Blue! That was originally lab created to help with malaria and was also known to have wound healing abilities, but Nyx naturally produces and it’s completely unheard of!” Mia said with a full-on smile.