Blue Shadow Book Novels & Stories

I ask. “No, but I keep seeing dark green eyes surrounded by white hair.” He admits. That is the other thing that has been weird with us. My favourite colour is grey, but I have a fascination with the colour blue. Not to mention my weird fascination with water or pictures of fire that is coloured a blue-green. Dustin has become fascinated with fire as well, but he has gravitated toward fire which is the colour white. I vaguely remember a little girl that was playing at the park with Natayla when we were younger. I also remember that we stopped some human kids that were bullying her. Dustin didn't want to leave her, and we also went to her birthday party a few days later. Dustin stuck

“Now.” They step backward in shaky unison, shoes crunching over leaf-litter beyond the bones. The hum dulls, but the itch remains. Like residue clinging to nerves. Halfway into the tree line Scarlett glances back and nearly stumbles. The bones are glowing. Not gold. Not white. Blue. The Veil’s blue. An impossible, star-bright burn sliding through calcium like cold fire. Panic spikes in her chest. She opens her mouth then closes it fast. The others haven’t noticed. Can’t notice; their backs are turned, urgency pushing them away.

I'm hoping to give it a more gothic theme rather than romantic. "I decided on making it a romantic fantasy," Nice, Christine. "It follows a teacher with a hidden desire lurking inside of her. She tries resisting, but her new home holds a monster that brings that desire out. And she realizes that her life may be a lie." "What's called, Christine?" I smiled at her question. "It's called The Shadow that Lurks Within," Jessica didn't say anything else, and we continued to look around in silence. John was holding five different onesies, all with different animals on them.

“Girls should be like this one. Sweet and obedient. Not like that stone head cold hearted vampire lady.” He then went and laid on his bed and closed his eyes smiling in satisfaction with the encounter he just had. But as he did, sudden flashes of a face appeared spontaneously in his mind. Fragments of Nezeira’s image especially the one during the awards function. The way she jumped and lifted her face. Those electric blue piercing eyes and a demeanor unlike any woman he ever came across. Yihan opened his eyes and sat up. He felt uncomfortable yet a strange feeling crept in him. A sense of strong attraction’ something he never felt in his life. An invisible pull which makes him think of nothi

On our wedding night, my wife, who almost never drank, got wasted because she was supposedly too happy. Just when I didn't know what to do, my best friend sent me a long message explaining how to take care of her. I blushed, but I still followed his instructions and soothed her the way he described. Natalie, who had been making a scene, miraculously quieted down. But just as I was about to call my friend and thank him, Natalie suddenly hugged me from behind. Heartbroken, she whispered, "Ashton Hawke, you're the one I wanted to marry." As she said it, the tattoo near her heart slipped into view: a hawk with its wings spread wide. My mind went blank. Ashton Hawke was my best friend of

A knock at the door made us all stand to attention before Cleo answered it. “No, you cannot see the bride before the wedding.” She asserted. Cleo returned with a box in her hands. A small, square, blue velvet box. It was light and soft in my hand as I reached out to accept it. Opening the lid with a small click, there was a blue diamond, teardrop necklace inside with a little note that read ‘Something blue.’

Running his fingers along the spines of the comic books, he smiled again, this time a little more genuinely. He picked one up—“Blue Heart: A Love Beyond Borders”—and sat back on the bed. But as he opened the first page, the words blurred. Not because of the print, but because his eyes were watery....

Beatrice nodded, yawning as she stood up with the book she held. It was not so important as she had guessed. It was a book map to show places where different flowers could be found. Why would anyone go around to look for flowers? She flipped the other place and her eyes settled on the dark but that covered the whole page. "Hmm.. fascinating." She mumbled. Flipping the other page to read what it was used for, her eyes widened to see it in full. The Dark Blue over the years has been used to clear out as many vampires as there are if one could behold the book...Nations would fall and the...

“How many people have you killed, Blue... Iris?” Her eyes suddenly widened, lips parted, then she gulped, but the gun remained pressed against my groin. “H-how d-did you know?” Her question was hesitant and wary. Huh! I could distract her. “My mom had a flower shop. Of all the flowers, she chose iris to bring home every day and placed it in my room. As annoying as it is, I liked the blue one. Your eyes are blue like an iris flower. They remind me of her.”

“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.”