Blue Sharingan Novels & Stories

Cilyna thought before throwing the vampire she had been tussling with into a witch running towards her. "Blue Moon shifters! I've heard of them but I thought they were only myth." Jake, Ciaran's beta, spoke up through the link. "They rank with the hybrid. All eradicated before given the chance for life." Ciaran said. Two howls broke through the air, loud and clear. Somehow Cilyna knew it was her children. With their howls, all the vampires in the area feel to the ground curling in on themselves before turning to ash were the lay. Cilyna could see that Ciaran's huge white wolf was struggling to stay standing, whimpering and pawing at his ears. As the silence enveloped then again, Cilyna looke

he looked at me with concern. The necklace on my neck gleamed with a gentle luster. This necklace's value far exceeded my imagination. I've never been good at accepting others' kindness. Whenever someone is good to me, I always want to repay them double. I carefully thought about what gifts I could give William, but felt nothing was worthy of him.

“Okay, fine. Yes, I am.” Without a warning, I extracted my claws and tore his brown shirt from his torso. He stared at me in shock as I tied the shirt around his injury to stop the blood. “Can you walk?” I stepped back and looked at him. He nodded mutely. “Good, let's go to the clinic.” “You must be the Stella everyone speak about.” He started, limping as he walked beside me. Although I gazed ahead, I kept a watch on him. Blue bloods are exceptionally rare people. They're usually called the direct defendant of the moon goddess and are said to be blessed with gifts. In all regions together, there should be at least 20 of them over a billion werewolves. They were always treated with utmost res

“Hey, stranger. How's the world of blueprints treating you?” Charlotte’s face lit up as she turned to see Elijah, her best friend, standing there with his trademark grin. Elijah, tall, with dark hair and striking green eyes, he had an easygoing charm that drew people in. With his signature easygoing grin, Elijah had always been her rock, the one person who could make her laugh even on her worst days. They’d been through everything together, and his presence always managed to bring out the best in her, no matter how stressful her day was. .

She sighed heavily as she flung her head back in frustration “I just….” “I know you don’t trust her or want to and that’s fine, but remember Blue moon isn’t just known for its strong warriors, it’s also known for the mercy we offer where its due, and I feel Zara’s due to be shown mercy at this point” I tried to persuade her softly, just so she could feel a little more at ease with Zara being out there. “Ok, I’ll give her time, but I’ll never fully trust her, even if she does prove she’s not going to do anything”

“We counter with visibility. We don’t hide. We walk in Monday like we own the place. Matching outfits. Wristbands. No shame. Let the Fang film. Let the students see. The more eyes on us, the harder it is for the Board to act quietly.” Elara grinned—slow, dangerous. “Make them choke on it.” They talked for another hour—quiet plans, contingencies, who to trust, who to watch. Then the tablet pinged—Fang alerts exploding overnight. **#QueensOfChaos** was trending worldwide. Headlines scrolled: - “BludHeaven’s Queens in Open Poly Bond with #1 Human – Accords in Crisis?” - “Elara Voss Kisses Liora Kane in Cafeteria – Pureblood Legacy Shattered”

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

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.

“—and they already seen out spot. In just an instance, they all prepared themselves in combat. Saypher with his blade that have a hint of blue. Migo's arrows creating a luminescent red light. Kheina's Claymore with a vibrant brown… In this place that is as dark as my hair, why is it only me who look so lame?!?!?

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