Blue Blood Novels & Stories

"As a representative of the Council, I can't overlook that the Blood Moon Pack's registered beta broke the law. He will have to either be sentenced to death or imprisonment." I looked at the representative. "Amos and Blue, my beta and Estate Manager, will be coming home with me tonight without fuss or whatever fear you have of Oren is going to be the last of your problems." I glared at him. The man lost all color in his face. "The Covens, the Clans, and the Elven Kingdoms will eat you alive." His eyes bulged. 'T-The K-Kingdoms?" "Blue is part elvish. Half, to be specific," I said. "Do you want to even know what Amos is and who will be here if he isn't released within the next hour?"

As I perused its contents, I soon realized that the situation was not as straightforward as I had imagined. The owner of these files had meticulously collected various information about The Blue Blood Pack, including rumors and folklore as well as official documents and records. In summary, this was an extremely detailed dossier about The Blue Blood Pack. "...this ancient group can trace its origins back to the very inception of werewolves. In the distant past, the members of this group were said to have flowing blue blood, a special trait that led them to believe that it was their blood that best

Each had on a hand-stitched gown of the finest quality made by demons. Arisa's was a long flowing gown which shimmered in the light. The colors of her gown were red and purple. Red signified that she was a blood partner while purple signified royalty, meaning she was MY blood partner. Liz's dress was nice and puffy, at her request, and had the colors purple and white. Purple, she was now a Dark Princess, and white signified purity, AKA, she's single.

Red indicates hostility, white indicates neutrality, and blue is a kind soul. There were more auras in detail, but as a mage that went to and fro between the great forest and the capital, I can summarize the auras based on what I see at the moment, which were golden, black, and seven colours of rainbow. Golden is a symbol of royalty, which all the pureblood royals emit. Black indicates beings from the underworld. It's doesn't solely mean black aura is bad, it is just a way to determine whether someone is a dead person or not because I can also see them.

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..."

Bianca turned over on the bed as though the silk beneath her could not contain the restlessness in her bones. Her limbs tangled, her breath came shallow and quick, and her thoughts moved like knives precise, hungry, and unstoppable. The moon outside painted the room in a cold, indifferent wash of light, but inside her chest a different light had begun hot, dangerous, and greedy. My son has blue eyes, The thought pulsed through her like a promise and a threat. Blue the color of storm-tide, of things that did not belong, blue that belonged to legends and lineage, to masters who recognized blood and wanted to own it.

"How? Do you mean Zach Howe? That useless trust fund brat? Has Ethan completely lost his mind? Has Tara eaten away at his brain? Associating with someone like him? Haha! Well, it won't be long before Ethan's name disappears from society entirely." Zach was not just a spoiled rich kid. He was dangerous and had blood on his hands. Ethan playing in his territory would leave nothing but scraps of bone behind. "Aren't you even a little curious why he's doing this?" "I'm not curious. His business isn't mine. Alright, I've got things to do. Hanging up now."

“Winter. Please don't make this harder than it already is.” I bite down on my lips. Tasting stale blue blood. In some stories, blue blood is given to a brave, strong person. In my world. Blue blood is for the weakest of the weak. Witches barely bleed, and when they do, it's light gray. I guess that's the price for being as weak as me. The powerful make moves and the weak suffer for it. “When?” I ask finally. The silence on her end does nothing but make me more afraid. “Today in a week. This time next week.”

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."

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.