Blue Neighborhood Novels & Stories

Alex asked being confused. "Come on you should know it already. She was born in a Blue Moon. The purest blood runs in her veins. And there are very few pure blood people left. So when one can actually claim her in Blue Moon to mark her as his. But as she is already marked by another strong wolf who has the dark blood it would be easier for him to claim her and he doesn't need to do it in Blue Moon." Leonard's nose scrunched when those words got registered in his brain. But now that she already has a mark Lycan needs to wait for Blue Moon.

I placed my fingers on it and I felt a stinging sensation from the touch. Stupefied, I moved closer to the mirror to see what it was. On the spot that connects my neck and my shoulder, a blue glowing bird-like shape with its wings spread wide was visible there, and when I looked closely, I realized that the bird was a phoenix. Being stupefied was an understatement, I was completely amazed. I could fully remember that I didn’t have a tattoo drawn on that spot. Moreover, I don’t have a tattoo drawn on any part of my body, but how this came into being filled me with astonishment.

V. Blue bridge is a small town in the country, it's supposed to be a quiet place where people can co exist and live in peace. It's supposed to be a sanitarium but it's not infact it's the opposite, a small town that's supposed to be cute and peaceful is a town filled with constant bad news and deaths of youths and teens.

Alex and Uri then go to a "blue" road. It is called "blue" because both sides of the road and the ground are paved with a blue stone that Uri does not know the name of them. It has a rather dark blue color, quite similar to sapphire. Sometimes the wall surface will be reflective, flashing light streaks, seen as very eye-catching. Because the stones gave off blue light, this road without lights could still see the way. Uri felt like he was lost in a fairy-tale world. He never thought that in real life there would be such beautiful architecture, let alone this underground, not to mention the area of kidnappers.

Blakely decided to trust Nickson and let the man take her to his penthouse on 5th Avenue. Had she not been so exhausted last night, she would have admired the whole place in Nickson's splendid penthouse. This time Nickson’s property is not black and gray, but a sapphire blue that looks very beautiful when combined with the view from the large windows overlooking the sparkling heart of New York City.

The soft blue and white color scheme invoked a sense of serenity, echoing the natural beauty of the mountains that surrounded us. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a breathtaking view of the Blue Mountains, their peaks dusted with snow, standing tall and majestic against the clear sky. The sight was enough to take your breath away, the sheer beauty of nature laying claim to your senses, the tranquility seeping into your soul.

“Don’t get me wrong, it’s a cozy feeling. Serene.” “Speak for yourself,” Blue grumbled. “Where’s the sirens? The horns? How can you sleep with nothing going on around you?” I shrugged. “I guess you get used to the quiet.” “I don’t understand how the Raze even knows this place exists. It’s barely a blip on the map,” Hatchett said as I caught him rummaging through the refrigerator. “Bet they don’t even have a bar here,” Blue mumbled. “Actually, we do,” I said.

I was confused which path would take me to Abhiman. Before I could ask the guards I was stopped by Nisha's voice coming from my left side. She just excited the glass elevator beside me which I forgot to notice earlier. She was wearing a breezy light blue cotton top and pants. Her hair was tied up into a messy bun with no make-up, she was absolutely glowing in her own natural way. The way she composed herself with her head up looking straight, It felt like she owned this territory. Blue is Abhiman's favorite colour. I don't know why but I felt insecurity shot into my heart abruptly.

The slap of Kat's heels against the white tiled floor was music to her ears, but the weight of familiarity became heavy when she saw the colorful paint splash logo of Beaufort Farlowe, which occupied the seventeenth to twentieth floors of this thirty-story building called Pacific Blue. True to its name, Pacific Blue had a blue-themed interior and exterior, but the Beaufort Farlowe floors were pretty much a rainbow wonderland. The offices, the décor, the dividers, and even the flowering plants were blooming with color. The only drab thing in the whole place were the conference rooms, especially the one at the twentieth floor, which the senior executives occupied.

The sweetheart neckline curves gently, the skirt falling in flowing waves. Maren breathes out in awe. “It’s beautiful. Who would’ve thought something like this would come our way? A blessing, right when you needed it.” Her optimism radiates, filling the room like sunshine after rain. I can hardly breathe. My mind flashes back to the slip of paper I’d picked earlier during the partner selection—the same shade of blue. And now this. Blue has never been my favorite color. At least, it never used to be. But now, something about it draws me in. It feels familiar, almost comforting, like it’s tugging at a memory I can’t quite reach.