Novel & Cerita Blue Bloods Fanfiction

“Her type of blood holds a lot of power, and sometimes it’s too strong for the host to hold. The elements combined and overthrow the host, creating this luminescent blue around the eye, and if not stopped soon, the elements can completely consume her." I stilled at her words and recalled some of my father's favorite stories to tell when I was a child. He would speak about the demonic bloodline of bluebloods that had a blue ring rimming their eyes. He said their violence was unmatched.. He was speaking about a person that was lost within themselves, not a Blueblood in control. Raven isnt and never will be one of them. I looked back towards Raven and found her with eyes locked on Jasmine down

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.

Julian’s eyes flicker between Blade and me and he says, “Don’t tarnish our line with this half-blood. Do you understand me?” Blade scoffs, “You can’t control me, father.” Julian’s eyebrows raise, I don’t think that Blade has ever stood up to him before. The look of shock is rather satisfying. Blade turns on his heel and faces me, “Let’s go to your room, Raya. I can get food brought to us.” Julian yells behind us, “We have nothing for humans!” Blade calls back as he leads me away, “She’s a half-blood! She drinks like us.”

“I said I moved in.” Blue screamed again, incoherently this time. “Ammie! Into the CEO house? The rude one? The tall one? The walking intimidation??” “Yes.” Blue paused. Then lowered her voice dramatically. “…Is he there right now?” Ammie glanced toward the door. “No.” Blue exhaled loudly. “Okay good. Because I need you mentally stable for this story.” “It’s not a story,” Ammie muttered. “It IS a story,” Blue insisted. “A very expensive one.”

A blood that will match perfectly with his, either the blood of his father, or that of his mother". The physician replied. Arthur immediately stretch out his hands, to show him that he was willing to try out for his blood, and even though the physician is sure that the blood of the father wouldn't work, he decided to just try, to fulfill all righteousness. He took his blood, got it tested, saw that it wasn't the sort of blood he was looking for, but because of the way Marinara was looking at him, he knew she needed him to try it first. Blair became even more scared, that she held her bleeding nose, while her tears rolled. When Jayden received the blood of his father, he became worse, he soon

She kneels on the floor and she did not mind pushing Quenda aside. "Blue, what happened? Why are you spitting blood, huh?" before Blue can say something, she spits more blood. Red can feel the struggles of her sister and she can't bear it. It's too much for her. "What did you do?" she asks Quenda, her voice is void of any emotion, it's emotionless. Quenda who already composes herself shook her head.

“Black underneath and strong blue streaks running down the ends. She arched an eyebrow but didn't say anything. Then she took a pair of gloves from the box, smiling in a scolding way at my dirty hands. Applying the black dye and then switching to gloves in the blue dye box, he put the dye on what was left of the blonde, between some strands. Observing the process in the mirror, it was not possible to differentiate much between the two colors and I hoped that in the end, the blue would be visible. - Because? – Theo cleared his throat, I didn’t take my eyes off the mirror and my sister seemed to be trying to fight him with her eyes — Fuck it, I got into this and your sister knows my loyalty, i

She couldn’t move her feet, she couldn’t control her lungs, she couldn’t breathe. “Its been so long,” the blue eyed man replied. That voice. He was beautiful but it wasn’t his beauty that had succeeded in turning Rain inside out. Far from it actually. Rain knew she wasn’t going insane, and when his blue eyes finally met hers and narrowed in that familiar sinister way...She knew that she was definitely not seeing things. “Who’s the pretty lady?” It was him. “This is my assistant, Rain Coleman,” He was right here in front of her. “A pleasure to meet you, Miss Coleman,” It was Cullen.

"I look like I’ve been dipped in fountain pen ink!" "No, no!" I insisted, gesturing wildly to the stunned reporter. "Zis is... ze Royal Blue! In ancient texts, ze kings of old would turn zis color to show ze purity of zeir blood! It is a miracle!" "It’s a lawsuit!" Alaric screamed, his hands fly-swatting at his own face. "Evelyn! Do something! Get this... this blue off me!" Beatrice, recovering her professional instincts, signaled the cameraman. "Get the shot! 'The Prince of Blue Blood', this is going viral in five minutes!"

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