Blue Is For Nightmares Novels & Stories

Blue! That night, I fell asleep on our bed, weak and broken. That very night, I dreamed of Blue again. I sleepwalked again. I cried in my sleep again. For the past several days of missing her, I think I'm slowly losing my sanity. I'm trying so hard to be strong but it's fcking impossible. My strength disappeared. I already planned my future with her. I already pictured us living happily together. Now that she disappeared, I don't know what to do. What is life without her? It's hell. I don't wanna live in the darkness anymore. I don't wanna be in hell anymore. I need my angel. My Blue… ***

I could see that Blue was slowly regaining consciousness until he could finally open his eyes. Just like when he woke up earlier, he seemed to have forgotten where he was, he looked around until his eyes stop at where Ron is, and it was like the memory of what happened to him inside this room come rushing back to his mind. "What the hell! I thought it was just a fucking dream." Blue said and his eyes suddenly widened when he realized that he was only wearing his brief. "What the fuck did you do to me? Fuck you! Fuck you!" Blue became so hysterical because he thought maybe Ron had already fucked him. Ron's smile widened even more which makes Blue feel nervous and scared.

While it was all nice seeing my mate, the situations I tended to find her in were depressing. Did she only have nightmares?? I constantly wondered why I was always seeing her here but then, it could probably be because we are mates. I also worried because I couldn’t figure out the person who took her and the rest of the pack wouldn’t be able to find her without her mate. Thirdly, who was taking care of the pack now that I am incapable? I walked into the clearing very cautiously, afraid of what to expect. What was this dream all about this time? I glanced around to take in the scene. Firstly, the clearing was a bright meadow. It was so beautiful and green! I had to shield my eyes because of h

My drool was soaked on a couple of stacks of notes. "I just need to clarify their identities with you." "Your ability can't see through it?" "Their screens are different." "Different how?" "Color." I stroked my bread four to five times. Every status screen is blue, a nice simple bright blue. This never changes, no matter how old you get or how young you are. There are reports of dragons having a dark blue screen. Demons are reported to have purple screens. Yet no human, dwarf, or elf has ever been reported to have a different color status screen from blue.

My room, painted in a soothing shade of pale blue, displayed a few art pieces – a mix of serene landscapes and snapshots of unforgettable moments shared with friends. Unfortunately, the beauty and tranquility in my room did nothing to calm me in my sleep. I had just woken up but my heart was troubled. I barely slept all night because of him, Rayne. I saw him in my dreams and sometimes it felt like he was right next to me when I slept.

The Coldness they held felt all too familiar to be something in my dream, my mind processed something but I couldn't help the word that tumbled out of my lips next. "Blue! "

Soon, it began to wrap around the demonic purple light. The incomplete rune did not seem to care about the change in the blue light and began to devour the remaining Nightmare Spirits with satisfaction. Soon after, they were all devoured. The blue and purple lights were quickly devoured by the mysterious and complicated rune.

GRAY When morning comes, I wake feeling more relaxed and rested than I have in ages. This was the first good night of sleep that I’ve had in… I don’t even know how long. I’m often plagued with nightmares replaying the shadow pack’s attack on mine, of my mother screaming at me to get away as she was torn down. Needless to say, I don’t get much sleep after those nightmares rear their ugly head- but last night, they didn’t come.

Weeks. Not hours. Not today. Weeks. Meaning someone planned this. Outside the classroom Luna sat with Emily’s ribbon still clutched in her hand. Leo looked at it. “She liked blue.” Luna nodded. “She said blue looked safe.” Leo looked away. Neither child noticed Seraphina listening. The sentence hit her harder than expected. Blue looked safe. What color did fear look like? She already knew. Gray. Hospital walls. Rain. Empty cribs. Missing years.

Theodore’s POV I tilted my head to the side as I considered the swatches Violet held out for me. “Do we have any options that are more… cheerful?” Violet flipped the swatches around to examine them herself. “Blue is meant to be calming. It’s the perfect color for the place we sleep.” I smirked at my mate naughtily. “Sleeping isn’t the only thing we do in our bedroom, and the activity I’m thinking of is certainly not a calming one.”