Blue Dawn Book Novels & Stories

I walked towards the bookshelf, admiring everything. “Interesting, aren’t they?” Maleigha admired them next to me. Her closeness made my heart skip a beat, as I was so focused on the books. “I’ve never seen anything like this before.” I glanced at her and she smiled, “Blue Lake houses some of the oldest and most important books known to our kind. Packs from around the world travel here for information.” She looked proud as she explained this, but deep down, I had a feeling her father used these as leverage.

He was staring at me before he barked out loud. “You? You as the real heir? Oh, I don’t think this day would get better and better but you are delusional, human. Don’t you know who are you protecting right now? She’s Blue Blood and if you don’t know what it was, let me educate you. It’s the closest thing to a Vampire. So tell me, Timmy, don’t you afraid of Vampire?” He asked as I was looking at him before I turned to look at Sabel. She smiled.

that is how my life in the Volatile Hounds came to an end. Blinking away those memories, Nathan noticed that dawn was approaching as he made his way through the silent corridors of his home. Nathan paused by a window as the beautiful morning rays shone through and warmed his pale skin. His crimson red and Amber orbs stared into the sky for a moment as he began to wonder what would happen.

Waist-high and glowing faintly, she looked like something out of a myth. The forest’s darkness bent around her, like even it didn’t want to mess with her. “Beautifully dangerous,” I murmured, smiling despite the exhaustion gnawing at my bones. “Just like me, huh?” Blue made that weird chirp-growl sound, almost smug. Suddenly, a dense mist rolled out across the clearing ahead. My hand went straight to my dagger. “Oh, come on. Not another one.” But before I could take a step forward, Blue’s body flared with a soft blue aura, her power rippling outward in a pulse that cut through the fog, the mist hissed, twisting and then dissolving completely, leaving behind a stretch of empty ground.

His strong arms yank me into a hug and I reciprocate it, slinging my arms around him too. “Now, enough of this lovey stuff. Check out this new store that the villagers had the idea of creating.” He said as he pulled back, his finger pointed out a completely neatural colored store with a royal blue door frame and flag. My eyebrows furrowed as we walked up to it and opened the door. I felt Rhyland directly behind me as we stepped into the shop and I felt my eyes almost pop out of my skull. Everything from books to stones and journals.. all about BlueBloods. Stones with riveting blue tones sparkled as they hung on a post, and were made into necklaces.

“You guys… What’s the situation?” Only then did Blaze talk about this matter. He found that Nature’s Book was in King Sandros’s hand, so he intended to steal Nature’s Book. Consequently, he accidentally saw that King Sandros’s concubine was trying to escape. This concubine was totally unwilling to become King Sandros’s concubine. Instead, she helplessly feigned civility. Then, she was with Blaze when she fled. “What do you need the Nature’s Book for?” “To rescue my mom!” Blaze said, “My mom is trapped on the ninth floor of Hell Tower. There is no way for her to get out of it without the Nature’s Book.”

She looked simply beautiful. *** As I rose from my slumber, I was pleased to see that the first rays of dawn had painted the sky with hues of pink and orange, I emerged from the makeshift shelter of the crashed helicopter, my senses awakening to the symphony of nature's morning chorus. The jungle around us was a canvas of vibrant greens, alive with the rustle of leaves and the gentle hum of insects. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and foliage, invigorating my lungs with each breath.

The cover of the third book was a silent declaration of victory. Where the previous ones had carried dark and uncertain tones, this one displayed a watercolor in golds and deep blues—colors that evoked sunrises over the ocean, promises kept, and horizons that had finally revealed themselves within reach. The title, engraved in handwritten letters like an intimate confession, was simple and revolutionary: “To Live.”

June’s Pov I stood in front of the mirror in Blue’s apartment, slowly brushing my long brown hair until it fell in smooth waves down my back. My eyes kept drifting to the window, watching the morning light filter through the curtains. The city outside looked so peaceful, completely unaware of the storm still raging inside me. Blue was still fast asleep in the bed behind me. She had two rooms in this apartment, but last night I had crawled into the same bed with her. I just did not want to be alone. Blue felt like a real sister, the kind who would stay up watching over you even when she was exhausted. I did not deserve her, but I was so grateful she was here.

I ordered. The image pixelated for a moment before resolving with chilling clarity. It was Dalia Bluey. The black dress she was wearing earlier was rumpled, her face pale and slack with unconsciousness, and the leather bag lay lazily beside her. She hadn't returned in defiance. She had returned in collapse. “Well” I murmured, leaning back in my chair, the absurdity of it hitting me with clinical amusement. “It seems Bluey has decided to take the ‘captive employee’ option without demanding compensation first.”