Blue Covers Novels & Stories

The graphics were terrifyingly real, and Uriel would only ever admit it just this once. The red matched the slight hue in the corner of the painting on his wall. Beautiful. One step. Two steps. Three steps. Three steps in, and V was three steps out. He backed away as the player named 'Blue' approached him. Blue. Where had he heard that name before? He pondered, but he could only think so deep when a forty three inch blade was threatening to pierce him. Blue. Blue; a lone hue. A cold shade. Blue.. I remember now.

She shrugged it off, focusing instead on her previous job; admiring his handsome look. She had personally picked out his outfit. His usual go to colour was black which suited him perfectly and accentuated his hard features and which she loved on him but today, she made him step out of his comfort zone. He was putting on blue, sky blue kaftan with a very light blue glittering shawl around his neck. Blue for the bright blue sky, blue for the ancient Virgin Queen Mary, blue for the Moon goddess, blue for the clear crisp waters of rebirth, blue for a new glorious beginning.

Observing every loop and holes to get the real intent behind her question. "Hmmm... Wonderful...!!!" He said. "Do you mean... that... it's going to be just the last time we're going to be together...?" Somira asked, looking so downcasted. Attending to them, a bar attendant came over to meet them with his oval-shaped tray, and on it were the glasses of drinks which the couple seated behind them ordered for. This time, it was a male personnel. He was looking so handsome and dashing in his sky blue coloured shirt, and a pair of black trousers... well tucked in... with his designers' belt neatly placed in packaging. His hair was obviously black, with a little at one end, tinted in yellowish gold

Why would Nivea's blood contain a blue color? He shook his head and pushed in another needle, pulling it out afterwards. What could've possibly happened to her out there? He couldn't help but wonder. A Wolf's blood containing blue wasn't a good sign at all;- could never be a good sign. And unfortunately, he couldn't even tell what it meant. If only she could just flip her eyes open and tell them what had happened to her out there; if only she could just do it - there wouldn't be a problem.

I urged "The table.... the door.....the clock......and.....uh- you?" I smiled, brushing his damp hair away from his face. "Mention three blue things you can see" I said. "The painting---my shirt--- your---" His rapid breathing slowed down. "Your eyes" he breathed. I embraced him and he held onto me. "It's okay. You're okay" I whispered, stroking his hair. "I'm sorry-- I--" "Sh-- it's fine. Just breathe" He nodded. Soon, his breathing evened out. I could tell that he'd fallen asleep.

Iris wiped my come with her panties, and now she went commando. “I bet it is,” Gael muttered. Jesus! We’re busted! “Never heard of clear urine,” Dr. Hull chortled, clearly everyone knew, and now they were teasing us. “Clear as amber? Red or pink, or orange? It could be like cola or blue, green.” “There’s blue urine?” I asked and thought the old doctor was messing with us. “Yes. From food dyes and medical conditions like benign Hypercalcemia. Green is when you have Pseudomonas.”

He does not move, yet the space trembles. Faint light catches his gaze before it reaches me. Not like I remember - never gentle with curiosity, never holding back a smile. Their color sits like frost that bites, sharp and cobalt. Blue takes over, cold and still. They’re what I’ve looked at that took my breath away more than anything else.

I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, letting the air fill my lungs while I assessed my body and heart. It was only the morning of my birthday, and I knew my gifts wouldn’t manifest until tonight under the bright moon. The fact that it was a Blue moon made my insides tingle. Blue moons in and of themselves were rare. Mix it with the Cold full moon of December, which was always special to witches, made this an extraordinary night. Or, so I hoped. The Cold Moon marked the earth’s slumber and going inward for transformation. I knew my birthday falling on this day meant something significant. Despite the nightmare I had just woke up from, I smiled and ran downstairs after getting dressed. I grabb

The aroma is sweet with a hint of floral and fruit. Here on Bluestoria, blue roses are sacred, meaning purity, power, sensitivity, and love. They also symbolize peace, expectations, and anticipation. The blue rose is a perfect flower for telling a loved one that you are thinking about the evolution of your relationship or showing your love for someone you find unreachable. The unimaginable joy of the beginning of a new venture. It signifies a fresh start in love. It brings the hope of falling in love and makes miracles happen. It’s the mystery of the impossible.

What is so complicated about it? " Well, what do I say? I like all colours. It depends on my moods and seasons. " " Like really?? " " Yes... In summers, I like all pastel colours especially baby pink, icy blue and lemon yellow. In winters I like red, blue, black, white...." "Oh, God!! Let me rephrase my question, which colour you don't like much? " " Ok... Green. But I like some shades of it too. " I rolled my eyes at her answer. She is so cute.