Blue Blur Novels & Stories

“Come in.” She pushed open the door and stepped inside, her eyes taking in the modern yet elegant decor of the office. It was a testament to Asher Kingsley’s refined taste—clean lines, luxurious materials, and an expansive view of New York’s skyline. Asher himself was seated behind a minimalist desk, engrossed in a stack of blueprints. His intense blue eyes lifted to meet hers, and for a moment, the outside world seemed to vanish.

hoping to see my mother for some last-minute counsel. Rather, my childhood friend Clara crept in. Her face was pallid, and something that made my stomach turn had taken the place of her normally happy look. "Ivy," she wrung her hands and whispered. "There are rumors... whispers among the pack..." "What rumors?" My voice was sharper than I meant when I asked. Unease pricked at the back of my neck. Clara refused to look at me. "They claim that there is another person. Another blue-haired girl who says—"

The sky had shifted into that soft, fading blue, the kind that sat somewhere between day and night without committing to either. The courtyard was quieter now, the late evening settling in with that soft golden light that made everything look calmer than it actually was. A few people lingered in small groups, talking, laughing, existing like the day hadn’t pressed into them at all. It must be nice to be that free.

Brendan blinked repeatedly and exhaled, “Wow…” “Cheesy, I know.” “No, that was… sweet,” he smiled faintly. “I can relate, kind of.” She smiled, “Yeah?” He nodded, taking a swig of his wine before speaking, “The type of blue I like is in the sky too, I suppose it’s as dusk is fading into the night. That shade of navy blue you get in the sky where the last bit of the sun still touches, but the moon begins to light the sky too… That’s the blue I like.”

I couldn’t stop staring at Blair. Her blonde hair glistened like spun gold in the sunlight, framing her face delicately. Her shades were a rich shade of purple that reminded me of her dress, a deep violet colour that made her blue eyes seem even bluer, like diamonds, like sapphires. Her dress shimmered and sparkled like liquid jewels.

" I try to concentrate and see a Blaze figure in my head. I try to find out what Blaze sees right now...where his whereabouts...and what is how condition. I closed my eyes and concentrate harder...what I See .. is the same as what Blaze see .... And Blaze is seeing.. 'What the F.....!'

“Look. Stare at him.” When Blue saw the picture, his jaw dropped. “No way. Your brother is Blackarlito Monteriru Fufu?” “You know my brother?” Katleya asked, confused. “Yeah.” “How?” “He’s a famous model,” Blue answered. He turned to Grey. “Looks like the wind’s changed direction, huh?” He moved closer to Grey, slung an arm around his friend, and squeezed his firm arm. “We accept you, okay? We love you.”

The enormous windows that stretched floor to ceiling on the east side of the building were draped with a delicate silvery mesh, reflecting the light from the cast iron chandelier that hung low in the centre of the room. And Irina was not finished. "Don't you get mud on my floor!" Clutching her clipboard, Sapphira watched as Irina pointed at Beta Declan's filthy boots. "Sorry, Irina." He grinned sheepishly and kissed the top of the tiny woman's head while she batted him away.

Rather, he showed interest in other species What a luck! Lucas looked as he summoned the invisible blue dust that could blur the scene for as long as he wanted. It could bring no harm but rather worked like common smoke. He looked around along with Sunni who surprisingly saw it. She was confused as she rubbed her eyes to see if she was dreaming. it was not! How could there be a sudden smoke?? It was crazy! As she observed the blue blur scene, she was shocked to see someone suddenly gripping her to his side.....

I could see the room clearly, the light coming through them in the afternoon— What color. I stopped. I reached again, harder, the way you press on a bruise to make sure it still hurts, still means something. Blue. They were blue. I was almost sure. Except the more I looked at them in my head, the more the blue seemed to shift, seemed to slide toward grey, toward something without a color at all, like paint drying wrong, like a photograph left too long in the sun. I tried green.