Blue Bloods Fanfic Novels & Stories

Her safety and well being are very important to me. I carried the weight of this tragic tale for years, protecting the secret of Blue's true lineage as Mabel and Winter's daughter. Blue grew up in a loving environment, completely unaware of her heritage. Blue's childhood could have been remarkably ordinary had it not been for the tragedy of her father's passing. His loss left her emotionally scarred, transforming her into a solemn young woman who rarely smiled until she crossed paths with Troy. Seeing her regain her happiness was a source of joy, but I could not help but feel a sense of worry for her. It was obvious that she had begun to search for information about her past, a path that had

He lit the cigarette, then blew smoke out into the open air. Failure wasn’t an option, not with HEXAGON. Not with him watching. I had seen what they did to those who disappointed them—broken souls who were tortured in ways that made you forget who you were. The kind of suffering that didn’t kill you but made you wish it would. A lot could happen if I killed Mike, I could lose everything, but one thing is certain, I can never lose Blue. And he is all that stands between me and her.

Blue created a circle of which she sat in, a little wooden bowl was in front of her still in the circle. Cane watched her wondering exactly what she was doing, she passed a knife to him and he stared at her questionably. “Don’t you want to break the curse, I need your blood for that” she said. He caught the palm of his hand and a drop of his blood fell into the bowl. “I need more” she said and he cut himself again, Blue got the knife from him and also cut herself releasing only a drop of her blood.

So, Blue forced a laugh. “No one wants to marry their father,” She forced another laugh as she spoke. “On the contrary—you want a man who is going to be as good to you as I have and Richard is exactly that,” That self-assured smile only grew, and Blue couldn’t lament the fact that for once in her father’s sad life, he was right. Richard was about the only man on earth who could treat her like as much of an asset as her father had. Allegedly. “So good I could have raised him myself.” Because he loved stealing other men’s children. Allegedly. Next thing Blue would learn was that her mother is an escaped Darci Pierce—they certainly had the surname for it. And it wouldn’t be the hardest Blue wou

Red blood, what use is that to me? Ashina brought a small pocket knife and sliced her palm. She didn’t even squeeze her face out of pain and didn’t look like she went through a little pain at all. She must be a strong one. From the wound, blue blood seeped out from it and I gasped, staggering backwards that I almost fell to the floor with Jasper in my hands. It was true. She is indeed a blue blood, just like me. But I am confused. How was it possible? I am supposed to be the only blue blood. The only survivor from the blue blood lineage so how come there is another?

“Interesting, I did not know my enemy had a sister. She never mentioned you to me, and I am assuming that since you are here with my dear friend and protector. You are not here to fight against me by Cristina’s side.” “Juju, remember when I had altered time right before you met Daxt? Well, Jessblue is from that error of time. Cristina’s previous husband Justin was Jessblue’s brother. Therefore, making Cristina her sister by marriage. You do not know about them because there was no reason for you to be aware until now. I felt you only need to know about Guy and Cristina. But since the tables have turned and Cristina called Jessblue to come and help her fight against you, Jessblue knows that s

“Oh come on, it will be fun right when you know you cannot stop from kissing me back and would like to go deeper—“ “Okay, I think I have my deal of this,” I said before I was putting the syringe to his vein. I pushed it through his skin as Aaron gasped. I did not think it would hurt him but I guess he was a human after all. I pulled the syringe before the blood was filling the syringe. It was blueish red that gave the name of blue blood. It was not like abalone but it was considered blue. “Now, that’s settled. Time for the payment of my sample,” he said before I was putting my hands on his chest. I did not move it but somehow it was moving on their own.

He bows, “I'll be outside, My Queen.” “Can I get you anything?” Fiona asks just as I make myself comfortable on her couch. I shake my head and gesture with a hand towards the chair opposite of me. She sits. “How did you know I'm a blueblood?” She doesn't seem perturbed by the question, rather intrigued. “When I collected a blood sample the last time you went under heat. I ran a few tests, checked the archive, and a few weeks later..it's only a mixed werewolf that can be a blueblood. It happens once in the last fifty years.”

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.”

I would have expected this from Anika but not Blue. “Stop, please!” He cries. “Payback’s a bitch!” She mutters as she jabs the blade into his stomach. A pool of blood had slowly built beneath Quinn. And I could see from his eyes that he was steadily growing weaker. “I hate you!” With one final blow, she stabs him in the chest, exactly where the heart would be.. Blue takes a step back, almost bumping into me. Her hands, arms and tee were covered in Quinn’s blood. But she stands there, watching him cough and splutter up blood.