Blue Bloods Novels & Stories

She was quite secretive and wouldn’t tell me anything about blue bloods since she is one of them too. What I know about blue bloods is that they are very powerful. They are capable of doing so many things; either good or bad. Most of them generalize on doing good, at least the few ones that I have seen and killed, but just a few of them do bad things, especially when they are angry. I have done lots of research, asked a lot of people, and even did experiments on blue bloods. Once, I had collected her mother's blood sample to test it and see how it was made.

I felt myself instantly move towards her, but a hand pulled me back. My glare shot towards the owner of the grip to find Jasmine half smiling at the scene unfolding before her. She looked all too pleased with what was about to happen. The glass made it impossible for the two to hear or see us, but we could see them and hear them perfectly clear like they were on display. They were. “As you can see, these are the very first BlueBloods we’ve come across in decades.” He pointed towards Raven and looked back at the people. Everyone stood awed at them, gathering around the platform in front of the glass.

I will make the Greek gods jealous that such beauty who talked about their appearance is snatched from them, quivering under the intensity of a mortal It was almost time for the event and I, for the first time since 3 AM, laid eyes on my Chocolate. She had this beautiful blue satin silk gown on. It had a very provocative layout. It was a sleeveless dress. It showed off her cleavage, the waist was defined, and her hips looked precise. She did represent "Everything Blue." Electrifying, radiant, and provocative. She showed me how much of a weakling she can make me. My eyes went dark. Dark from hunger, need, and jealousy.

The surreal scene played out before her, a macabre tableau that defied logic and reason. Her scientific mind kicked into overdrive, trying to make sense of the inexplicable. Blue blood? That couldn't be possible. Blood was supposed to be crimson, a testament to the oxygen-carrying capabilities of hemoglobin. Yet here, in this tragic moment, reality seemed to warp and twist. A sinking feeling settled in the pit of her stomach as the pieces of the puzzle started to come together. The oddity of the milk, the sudden demise of the cat, and now the blue blood—all pointed to a deliberate act of malice.

Blue did little more than stare at her own reflection in the empty plate in front of her. Only when Anya re-emerged with a teacup of coffee—sans milk—and Marian took the very same seat at the end of the table did she finally look up. This time, the woman wore a plum-colored dress, far more modest on the chest, her hair secured in a neat bun. And as Blue glanced towards the woman, she couldn’t help but feel she was staring straight into a mirror, gazing upon the horrid, twisted future she faced. She stared straight back into her plate.

“Yes, I’m serious. Frank, we didn’t lie to you. We couldn’t talk to you about our jobs and what we are, but what we did tell you wasn’t a lie. Long story short, a rogue clan of vampires is going against the royal vampire family in Chicago, and Blue’s employer is involved, most likely against her. She is in the middle of where the fights are happening, so I do not know how she is right now. However, as I said to you last night, she’s very skilled, I honestly don’t think anyone will take her down tonight.” A commotion was heard in the background. “I have to go, I need to make sure this mess is contained and doesn’t flood over surrounding communities. I’ll pass the message to Blue when I see he

The edge pricked my finger, and it was bleeding now. But instead of falling, the blood seems like the dagger absorbed it. "What's happening? Are you ok, Evolet?" Blaze asked. I nod. I do not want to look away. The blood disappeared, and the letters seem to rearrange themselves. I could read what it says now. To break the curse, one needs to die. The one whose blood is blue! "What's the meaning of this? Who has blue blood?" Oren asked, confused. "It might be a metaphor! It might be blue blood like royal blood!" Blaze said, looking out the window. "It might be the blood of a God..."

I gritted my teeth and decided that it would be wise to just lie down and use my words to reply instead. ''Your wolf's eye colour is blue, am I right?'' He asked and I nodded forgetting that any minor movement caused my headache to intensified and that I had decide to use my words to reply. ''My king, it would be wise to cease in using your head to reply.'' He suggested with his eyebrow cocked. ''Yeah.'' I whispered in agreement. "You can tell True Bloods by their eye colour that ranges from violet to purple. I assume you are already aware of." He said with his eyebrow cocked.

“Wait. What did you just say?” Rhea’s voice was hollow. “Silvervein hit everyone who ever carried Blue Moon blood in their veins—even the trace amounts from old treaties. Aziel’s grandmother was Blue Moon nobility. He was the first to fall. Then the rest. Thirty-two bodies. All breathing. None waking.” Kaelin let out a broken laugh that sounded more like a sob. “So we rode through hell… for nothing.” Serna dropped beside Lyra, cradled her head in shaking hands. “No. No, there has to be something. A ritual, a counter-curse, a fucking miracle—”

Moments later, Drake storms back in, shoving the terrified doctor ahead of him. “You need to do something!” he shouts. “I’ve run every test,” the doctor stammers. “There’s nothing medically wrong. I don’t know what you expect me to do.” “Drake—what are you doing?” I snap, stepping between him and the trembling doctor. “She’s dying, Lilly! Do something!” “I see her,” I say softly. “But poking and prodding won’t fix this. We know nothing conventional will work. We have to wait.” Just then, Baylee retches again. I spin, barely getting a bucket under her in time. She vomits thick clots of blood and pus.