Blue Dawn Book Novels & Stories

Selena chuckled along with them, though she couldn’t help but roll her eyes at Blue’s audacity. *** WHEN BLUE ARRIVED back at the mansion, he headed straight to the shared room he had with his twin, Red. Tossing his shirt onto the bed, he prepared for a quick shower. “Blue,” Red called softly, not even looking up from his book. “What?” Blue asked, his tone curious as he turned to face his brother. Red closed the book and fixed Blue with a knowing stare. “What’s my usual reminder?” Blue scratched his head, pretending to think. “When showering, put your clothes in the basket by the piano?”

CHAPTER 30 – Burning Horizon Rowan stood at the edge of Firespire Cliff, the wind whipping through her hair, tugging at her cloak. The world below stretched endlessly, forests and valleys fading into the distance. She clenched her fists, feeling the pulse of her fire echo through her veins. A ring of blue flame appeared in the sky, arcing high above the horizon. It twisted and shimmered, impossible in shape and color, yet undeniable. Rowan’s chest tightened. Azeriel. A message. A challenge. A declaration.

“Yes sir!” the men replied. Once more, Zephyr laid his eyes on the books, his gaze rested on one of them. The book was covered in a layer of dust and was made of bamboo. It looked unique. “Thunderfoot?” Zephyr muttered as he opened the book, reading its contents. A wave of excitement washed over him. He excitedly flipped through the pages, carefully memorizing the technique’s intricate steps.

Everyone would suffer and lose everything until no one was left behind in the town. The spirit was the way the Fae administered good luck magic throughout the town. Sometimes it was spotted wandering certain streets, and other times people could only feel themselves being watched. Now, as she waited for the spirit to arrive, Gabby picked up the book of predictions that for her time as the Blue Moon’s owner. Her life was laid out before her on these pages. From birth to death was laid out in frightening detail. Nothing she had done had changed a single thing in this book.

Chapter Two: SIGHTING Later that night, Rojean dolled up to go to a place that was both a nightclub and a bar that everyone was talking about. She was old enough, for sure, especially if she was going to get married soon. But she was never the kind of person to go out on the weekends, to a club or even a bar and always preferred the comfort of their apartment which Lucas didn’t mind at all even when he wanted to go out. She was in a cream coloured off shoulder dress which stopped mid-thigh and hugged her curves beautifully.

And, offering him a smile, found comfort in the fact she depended on another being rather than recoiling from it. Clouds parting just enough for the moon to pour over the honeycombed ocean whose waves seemed to turn endlessly without ever breaking, it was enough. Eating cheap takeout in the car Blue had long since decided too small to fuck in let alone commute a child was enough. She enjoyed the simplicity all the same as she would a public sit-down meal. She stared awestruck at the half-hidden ocean just as she would some fiery pink sky—feared she’d never be able to fathom the peace in watching seafoam mount the stunted shoreline. Despite the fact she had to squint to see it. And as rain ca

Anthonia said all up for the action and thrills. “At dawn, we make sure to get them out before the ceremony bell rings” she stated the when. “How do we get them out?” Anthonia asked. Blue whispered into her ears and she smiled hearing the whole plan. “I’m in” she stated before retreating to her room. Blue stared outside her window but her gaze was more on the west coast towards the dungeon, she wondered how Cane was doing, if his wounds were completely healed. She had given the healer a water bottle she got from Ada, the goddess of water.

Damian's pov As I stepped into the kitchen, the sight that greeted me was a blend of chaos and charm. Nora, my eight-year-old daughter, was standing on her tiptoes, trying to reach into a cabinet while Blue, the woman who had inexplicably turned my night into utter bliss, was packing a lunchbox. It was amusing to see Nora’s disdain for the task juxtaposed with her enthusiasm for watching Blue Bloods. She claimed it was as satisfying as ASMR, whatever that meant. I leaned against the wall, arms crossed, taking in the scene. Their interaction was a curious mix of playful bickering and warmth, and I found myself unable to look away from fromBlue.

He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not (The Flower Shop Sisters Book 2) Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Copyright © 2019 by Iris Morland Cover design by Qamber Designs All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.