Blue Bloods Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Blue said and I turned to see that she had been watching with a teasing smirk, I playfully elbowed her in her guts and she grabbed me and held me in a choke hold. I tapped her arm to signal that I surrendered but she kept her arms locked tight. “Blue." Gabriel said, his voice held warning and Blue's hands came free. “Fuck, girl, where do you get your strength from?." I asked and she grinned. " it runs in the blood. " “Yeah, my dad was pretty strong so I'll have to see if I have it in my blood." I said. Her eyebrows shot together and before she could react, I held her neck, shift it into the inside of my elbow, press her back into my chest and lock my fingers.

“You need to hear this. What are you feeling like? Diane is dead and you cannot do anything about it. I’m sorry if it sounds mean, but she is not coming back. It is not Chloe’s fault that she died. Or is your ex-wife the only Diane in the world? Don’t tell me there is only one Blue in the world, which is me. There are many Dianas. I know like ten of them. You are not that important.” Her words hit like punches. I felt my blood boiling. My vision went red. I stepped closer to Blue, fists clenched at my sides. “I don’t think you know who you’re talking to.” Blue smirked. “I think you’re about to turn into a vampire, Mr. Nikolai. Your eyes are fucking red. Soon you’ll grow fangs.” I pointed at

She tilted her chin toward the hallway and said, “See the door with the blue light over there? That’s a licensed blood donation center. It’s open twenty-four hours. Ma’am, you can sell your blood for some money.” She paused, her gaze settling back on my face, as if measuring my reaction. “Not only will it be enough to buy that box of medicine, but it might even help you chip away at whatever debt you’ve got on your credit card.” I didn’t want to sell my blood, but I wanted to survive. So, I had no choice. The needle pierced my skin, and I watched as my blood rushed through the clear plastic tube into the collection bag. The first bag filled quickly, and the machine let out a soft beep.

With my trembling hands, I grabbed the handle of the door, and it had just opened when Bell's scream froze us. I furrowed my eyebrows and turned back only to see her pale face with widened eyes. She covered her mouth with her hands and panicked. We followed her gaze and stared at the sink. The sight I saw sent chills down my spine. Blood was flowing instead of water from the tap, which had blown us all away. I choked in the air as she showed us the blood across her lips. "I told you, Bell. But still, you didn't listen to me."

“Damn it, Blue, stop shutting me out. Stop pretending you’re protecting me when all you’re doing is destroying us both!” Blue spun around, and something inside him snapped. “You think this is about us?!” he shouted, his chest heaving. “You think this is some stupid game where I just wake up one day and decide to make your life hell? Elijah, if you knew—if you knew the kind of people I’m tied to, the kind of blood that’s on my hands—you’d run so far you’d never look back!” Elijah didn’t move. He didn’t flinch. He just stared, his eyes dark and stormy, like a man ready to drown if it meant staying close. “Then tell me,” he said, softer now, a whisper cutting through the chaos. “Tell me everyth

She exclaimed and another uncanny sensation scurried to her chest, noticing a change in Seth's scent but then he blinked and it was gone, his eye returning to their blue color. Seth peered at Gwen's blood in confusion. There was nothing special, just the typical red blood but it brought an urge to his chest. The smell of her blood made his wolf growl possessively at the back of his back. It smelled good and Seth wanted more. He shook his head, gaining control and getting rid of every unnecessary thought. He looked up at his mate. "Did I scare you, I'm sorry but there's something about your blood, it smells good and it's alluring, I don't think Oswald was joking as he claimed. I can't imagine

‎ ‎Faye smiled gently at me, then looked at Ayesha. ‎ ‎“It’s alright, boy. You know she’s really offended at what you’re going through. She wishes she could make it better.” She turned back to me. “But only you can change your destiny. Only you can change your fate. Only you can stop what is happening to you.” ‎ ‎She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small, elegant brooch — silver with a delicate blue stone in the center. She pinned it carefully to the inside of my jacket, close to my heart.

Even on the broad street, she managed to lose herself in the heavy traffic. I was about to sniff her out when an SUV screeched across the road, cutting me off. A suited werewolf stepped out of the vehicle. Judging by his grizzled hair, he was advanced in years. For some reason, the bloodlust stirring within me settled down when I looked into his eyes. I gradually shifted back to human form. Laurent Ford, the werewolf, stared at my face, tears streaming down his cheeks. “You look so much like your mother. She, too, has eyes as blue as the ocean…”

“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

Hi readers This is my book blue blood and be sure to know what I write and what you'll all be reading is all in my imagination,it's all a fictionalized. All scenes,sword fighting skills,Powers and all are all work of my imagination if this reminds you of a scene before or a true life story it's all a coincidence. Thanks... ____________________________ In a small hut a woman groan in pain, rubbing her big tummy, she stretch her legs apart, moaning, tears and sweat mixed together on her face, her hairs pull apart but still her beautiful moonlight face shone.