Blue Gender: The Warrior Novels & Stories

However, in the fifth decade following the plague, a prophecy came to light in every supernatural race at the same time, that in every century a blue-blooded female will be reincarnated, and her blood can cure the plague of the supernatural race if the ruler was lucky enough to mate with her and drink from her blood daily. But it can only be done if she willingly accepts to go through the whole process and is not forced to do so. According to Amanda, she happened to be the 'blue-blooded' female and this was her sixth reincarnation and Amanda's fifth reincarnation. They both had a chance meeting when she was fleeing from those that captured her after being tortured for several days to concede

"I’m calling the Gambino family’s Don right now! Let him see your true colors—pretending to talk about business while trying to seduce someone else's husband! You're disgusting!" "I'm calling him now. I'm going to see him now and have him kill you!"

“Sebastian.” “Sebastian,” Seb smirked. “I like the way that sounds from you, Alexander.” “What? Don’t call me Alexander,” Alex laughed. “It sounds weird coming from you.” “Now that I think about it,” Seb said, moving even closer towards Alex. “Why in the world did you tell me your name was Blue? I get if you wanted to lie about your name but Blue just sounds so random so why Blue?” Feeling colour creep towards his cheek, Alex looked into Seb’s blue eyes. “It’s a secret.”

Colors that shouldn't exist in nature. The first warrior stepped fully into the hall. She was tall—easily six feet—with skin the color of rich mahogany and hair braided with bones and feathers. A massive war axe was slung across her back, the blade etched with runes that seemed to writhe in the firelight. She didn't speak. She just looked at Tiana's mercenaries with the kind of bored contempt you'd give an insect. Then she smiled. It wasn't a nice smile. "Kill them," she said simply.

I said while Nirvana smiled. “Okay the prophecy said that a great war will ensue when the black fur with blue eyes arises but what the prophecy actually said was “darkness will fill the land, darkness from black fur with blue eyes. A great war will begin but only the moon goddess’s descendant can end the war for good with the help of the dark fur with blue eyes.” Nirvina said. “I don’t understand, do you mean I will cause the war?” I asked. “To answer that I’ll need another gift, but this one you can’t provide. Bye,” Nirvina said laughing as she disappeared.

Phoenix teased the Blue Rain warrior as she slowly walked toward him with a devilish smile dancing on her lips. The warrior immediately retreated backward in panic, dragging himself on the ground like a frightened animal. “Please have mercy on me! I was only following orders. It wasn't my idea,” he cried out desperately, his voice cracking from fear. His cries echoed throughout the secret plane and could even be heard clearly by the audience outside. “That Blue Rain warrior is so fragile. Are you sure he's a trained elite warrior?” someone from the crowd asked mockingly. “Elite warrior indeed. He can't even compare to an ordinary pack member from the Blood Moon pack,” another person added.

He must know what I can do and what I am capable of. He flinched and slightly shifted his weight from one leg to another. “If no one of you knows the reason why she is now lying inside this glass box, I want you to remove yourselves out of my land this very instant!” My eyes grew colder by each passing moment as I looked at the soldiers. They were taken aback while they looked at me. I knew my eyes turned from blue-green to steely blue. I had a glimpse of my skin as well, which turned into bluish color, which was a sign that I wasn’t pure Aryan.

he explained. “Why do they have different colored shine?” I asked, using his terminology instead of saying that they glowed. “It has to do with the magic lineage,” he said with a smile. “The color identifies the clan.” “Yours is blue?” I asked. He nodded. “The Sleuth clan’s shine is green. When you bond with Lance, yours will turn from green to blue.” I knit my brows together. “I saw the green around my father, but nothing with my mother.”

“There has to be a story there, but Daemon is the most secretive member of the warriors I know. He barely talks. No one knows a thing about him, other than his… well... his…” "Sleeping around?" I rolled my eyes, getting on my feet again. "You can say it, Lena. Everyone in the Blue Moon Pack knows it, even if they don't talk about it." “Yeah,” she sighed. “That.” Lean moved towards me, unzipping my dress and letting it pool around my feet. I stepped out of it and walked to the bathroom. “You can go to bed, Lena. I want to be alone.” “Are you sure, Annie? I mean… I am not…”

A grey-haired warrior's blood shot up the arm of my leather jacket as I slashed his torso. These weren’t shifters, had they finally run out? Or had Philippe grown tired of trusting his unreliable, unstable weapons? Only Beta Patrick appeared to have hybrid strength. His eye colour swiftly switched between green, orange and grey. Even so, he wasn’t fighting, merely pinging his crossbow wildly like a child with a toy.