Blue Bloods Fanfic Novels & Stories

The blood dripped on the floor as I stood there waiting for his next move. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me into a room. As his hand gripped tightened onto my hair I screamed out in pain. He pushed me into the room and knocked me to the floor. I lay on the floor as I saw his body leave the room, leaving me alone. My nose felt like it was broken, and bleeding me to death. I looked around the room and saw a beautiful room with white and soft blue walls. A huge bed what looked like heaven on clouds. There were clothes laid out on a couch.

Euphenia was reeling under the encounter last night. Her head felt occupied by the handsome prince of Cresia pushing away the determination and focus she came here. But she shook off the distraction and concentrated on the real purpose of her visit. She dressed and headed out to meet the princess of Vladmore. The woman she was keen to meet for a long time. It intrigued her to finally see Rhain's obsession with her. Suddenly something struck her. Rhain showed her a picture of the princess once; exquisite looking with extraordinary blue eyes. But yesterday when she saw her she didn't have blue eyes and looked pretty normal for a vampire. With all these thoughts in her mind, Euphenia didn't not

Disdain and repulsion fill my voice to the brim. “You have no idea about the feud that has been going on in the background for many centuries, Quenten. Mia was never meant to be your wife. She was promised to Cenk, and your amca went to great lengths to make sure that our bloodlines never fused. Your baba was always a peacemaker, and he was humiliating us all. He would have been the cause of the Yilmaz bloodline being tainted forever.” “Wh-what are you talking about, babaanne?” I snarl with irritation and fury.

“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.”

"Don't just wipe it, girl. Pack it into the track of the wound. Use your fingers. You have to find the source of the arterial bleed and apply direct pressure. Elara, hold his legs up. Keep whatever blood he has left in his torso." I grabbed Dante’s boots, my hands sliding against the leather because they were already slick with his blood. I lifted his legs, propping them against my chest, my breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps. I couldn't stop looking at his face. He was so pale. The tan of his skin had faded into a sickly, translucent gray, and his lips were turning a faint, terrifying shade of blue. "I'm pressing! I'm pressing, but it's not stopping!" Sophia cried, her chest heaving as

“But I want you to believe that I’m going to do everything in my power to make things the way they used to be. I want us back, Blair.” The way they used to be? I wanted to tell him that was impossible — that version of me was buried at the bottom of a pool. But my voice failed me as my gaze drifted past his shoulder. My heart didn’t just stutter; something inside me seemed to wilt. Zayn was on the dance floor too. His hand was splayed across Meera’s lower back, pulling her close in a way that looked intimate. They moved together with a natural grace that spoke of years of familiarity rooted in generations of Alpha blood. The sight sent a sharp ache through me.

Why would Nivea's blood contain a blue color? He shook his head and pushed in another needle, pulling it out afterwards. What could've possibly happened to her out there? He couldn't help but wonder. A Wolf's blood containing blue wasn't a good sign at all;- could never be a good sign. And unfortunately, he couldn't even tell what it meant. If only she could just flip her eyes open and tell them what had happened to her out there; if only she could just do it - there wouldn't be a problem.

My heart was heavy and I felt burned instead of relaxed. A part of me wishes that I had never agreed to come on this trip. The day hadn’t even ended and already it was shitty. “What are you going to do if he is your father?” Midnight pops up in my head. There was no sign of Blue. I couldn’t feel her. Ignoring her question, I ask, “Where is Blue?” “She’s closed herself off after Lucas’ wolf reached out to her. She feels the connection to him but she’s still confused” she answers. “Now answer my question”

I roll my eyes and huff, annoyed that she would think so little of me and I say, “Do you really think that I would do that, Blair? Come on! Plus, this guy isn’t even the one that took me.” Her eyes narrow as she looks at him skeptically and then shrugs as she says, “They all look alike.” I turn towards Blade just at a complete loss for words as my stepsister continues with her assumptions, “So, what? You just live here in this cabin in the middle of nowhere with your new love?!” I snap, “Who called him my love?!” At the same time I said that, the wolf man said, “This isn’t the man who lives here.”

You survived them. The café’s door chimed as people came and went, laughter drifting in. I stared at the window, at a group of teenagers who shoved each other playfully, carefree, untouchable. “I wish I could disappear,” I whispered. “Start over somewhere far away. Where I’m not the daughter of a mafia boss. Where I’m not about to marry a monster.” Gia reached for my hand, her grip firm. “Then let’s do it. I would help you, Bella. We could figure something out—”