Blue Blur Novels & Stories

FACTS ABOUT BLU Tristan wakes up with an uncomfortable feeling. His head throbs slightly and his back is killing him! He didn't sleep all night. He's pretty sure no one in the room slept at all. He remembers glancing at the bedside clock and the 3:43 am flashing brightly. His eyes drifts to Blurin who runs a small comb across his hair. The bulking man wore a navy blue long-sleeved shirt with loose joggers. Tristan bites his lip. He glances at his soaked shirt and puffs out a sigh.

If I remembered correctly, he was fifty-nine this year and still not fully mature. His hair wasn’t as vividly colored as in the publications; instead, it was a pale gold that almost faded into silver. His eyes, however, were exactly as the legends described—an utterly unique violet-blue, unmatched anywhere in the world. And his build… seemed taller than depicted in books, even half a head taller than Frey. I had always believed a man’s appearance didn’t matter much. Objectively speaking, though, Blu was undeniably handsome. Few men possessed that kind of presence—where at first glance, every proportion of face and body seemed perfectly balanced, creating an almost overwhelming visual impact.

the blonde reporter said. At the corner of the screen, there was an image of a lady whose eyes were blurred out. In one frame, her face was very smooth and beautiful, tagged before using the BlueMoon skincare product, while in the second image, her face was burnt—charcoal dark, like something forgotten on a stovetop—and it was tagged after using BlueMoon skincare products.

he asked her, his eyes looking at the dark blue water which stretched for miles and miles. "It can mean many things, there is light blue and dark blue. The water is dark blue in the dark, but when it morning, it turns light. Light blue can mean calm, stability, intelligence and confusion. Dark blue can mean sadness, depression or even communication," she hummed and Grayson nodded slowly.

I log into my job's attendance app and request a personal day. After I shower, I look into my eyes. The longer I stare, the darker the mirror becomes. Inside, I see several black shadows standing beside me. I turn to face them, but nothing's there. Back facing the mirror, they become one and move directly behind me. Once they're no longer visible, I gaze deep into my soul. My dark brown pupils appear black. The longer I stare, the more I see this blue hue. It's a lovely shade of extra dark blue, outlining the brown.

Terran The blue sky bleeding into the blue water had captured my attention. I couldn’t look away. I wanted to chase the horizon, go where the sky and the water became one. I stood on the sandy beach watching the waves roll in and out, my surfboard tucked under my arm. It was so peaceful. The sun was setting lower in the sky, changing the blue hues to deep oranges and yellows. I could pretend my life was perfect. Forget about everything and just be.

Emmy always manages to provide a type of comfort I haven't felt in years. "You're okay. I'm here for you, always," she whispers. "I know. Thank you," She lets go of me and presses a kiss to my forehead a moment later. She pushes her chair back to the microscope, giving me a little space. She always says that it's so I know she's here but that she won't coddle me or suffocate me with affection. "Smirnov's buying me boba," I tell her, running a hand through my hair.

Her eyes widened as she saw it beginning to turn blue. She closed her eyes and mumbled a short prayer… She sighed as she opened her eyes to see the moon is fully blue. She stared at it like someone who was in some spell. Ameliah’s eyes turned white and she fell on the floor. “Where am I?” She said, opening her eyes as everywhere was white… She was obviously in a trance. “Ameliah” Someone called her name from behind her. She turned to where the voice was coming from only to see a very beautiful woman smiling at her. Beauty was nothing compared to her, with blue sparkling eyes and a silver colored hair. She was all dressed in white. She walked closer to Ameliah with a smile on her face…

His hips ground against mine as he whispered my name over and over, a mantra only he knew this intimately. Vetur flared, energy zinging through me. My power was back. It reached for him and his fire answered. In a daze, I watched as they mingled and became one. Pure white and glacial blue intertwined with burning red, vibrant yellow, and glowing orange. It was majestic. My Vetur and his fire.

He remembered her words and without any thought, he darted out of the roots of the tree. Alex watched in calm as Weaver opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted when the motion of a red blur shot out from underneath the slightly uprooted roots of a tree. Weaver was about to give chase but was stopped by Alex, who gently bit down on his tail. "Do not give chase." Alex said firmly and Weaver pulled his ears to his head but nodded while looking into the direction the red blur had run in.