Blue-blooded Novels & Stories

The medicine had stilled the shaking, replacing the agonizing itch with a cold numbness that made me feel like I was made of iron. The sound of engines vibrated through the soles of my boots as three black armored SUVs tore through the mist of the estate gates, skidding to a halt in a perfect, intimidating line. There was no pack crest on the doors, only a faint, embossed sigil on the lead hood of the weeping eye of the Fallen Empire. This was a mark of the True Bloods.

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 don't want to. Conti arrives exactly on time. Silver-haired. Built like a man who was powerful his entire life and has let himself so!en just enough to be underestimated — which means he's done it deliberately, which means he's smarter than his reputation su'ests. Four men. I count them without turning my head. He moves the way old lions move. No wasted motion. Nothing to prove.

he paused, letting the suspense build. “Blue Blood Warriors?!” “You mean the elite warriors directly under Alpha Damien’s command?” someone exclaimed, slightly frightened. “You’re not that dumb,” he replied. “So you see, the Blue Rain pack will clinch the first position,” he added confidently, puffing his chest like a peacock. “Are the Blue Blood Warriors that powerful?” another person asked, a hint of ridicule in his voice. “And who are you?” the arrogant man snapped, already irritated that someone challenged him.

But the moment he catches sight of the blood pooling beneath her, his entire body stills. His eyes widen. He slowly lifts a blood-soaked piece of cloth, staring at the colour—blue. “Dear Goddess,” he whispers. The Alpha King’s heart skips. He leans forward, his voice low and desperate like a man asking a question he already feared the answer to. “Why is her blood blue?” The doctor looks up, eyes flicking to the King’s face. “Your Majesty... your sword... everyone knows it was forged with ancient magic. Deadly to all—except those of royal blood. It’s designed to identify its own.”

A shiver creeps through my body, knowing that Jessblue's blood is like no other. I could feed on any Bampire, but it would not have the same effect as Jessblue’s virgin blood. She was born with a rare genetic blood type called SD7. The purity of the blood that runs in her veins is different than the average female Bampires on Bluestoria. It makes me and Cameron feel like drug addicts every time we feed on her. I turn my head to the right and look up to see an unconscious Jessblue, smiling and admiring the work I just performed on her.

There seemed to be some pride in Jia's voice. "Vashi arched her brows…" Hamstung, the second largest kingdom continentally? Vashi was mesmerized. Jia simply nodded courteously to affirm her words. "You came from wealth, then; it's no surprise your high taste says it all." Vashi peered at Jia's gown. It was lilac in color, having a silver embroidery on the waist, a very short sleeve, and a collar neck. "Wealth, it clouds judgment, don't you think? Jia crossed her legs.

She was advancing now with her heavy artillery, and I knew these were the weapons she trusted the most. "My husband. The man I married at the altar, in a white dress, with hundreds of important people watching. The heir to the Reeds. Do you know what it means to be a Reed, you imbecile?" She didn't wait for my answer. "It's about pedigree. It's about lineage. It's about blue blood running through your veins, something that people of your kind will never understand, no matter how much you drag yourself, no matter how much you crawl, trying to get close."

"I’m calling the Gambino family’s Don right now! Let him see your true colors—pretending to talk about business while trying to seduce someone else's husband! You're disgusting!" "I'm calling him now. I'm going to see him now and have him kill you!"

Alex POV The fair was… for lack of better words loud. Louder than what I expected, everything was so fucking loud these days, my body has not felt like my own ever since I fought that mass of meat, I feel a buzzing under my skin like a thousand flies had laid eggs beneath my skin and they were ready to hatch. On some occasions the rare ones where I wasn’t driving I scratched the itch hard enough to draw blood, but instead of the flies, maggots and eggs I expect to fly out I was just met with a dark red and the sweet metallic scent of blood , the wound wouldn’t even