Blue Sky Series Novels & Stories

His breath stank of cigarettes. "Let me go!" I gagged, struggling hard. The next second, the guy flew two feet back, passing out with a grunt. A familiar, cool scent hit me as someone helped me up. I looked up to see a handsome face, and tears poured out. "You left the party early," he said, his voice deep and soothing. "I got worried and checked the surveillance. I'm sorry I'm late."

I said as I sat in front of the vanity. Linda and Amber got to work on my hair, setting long curls pinned up with a beautiful blue hair comb. It had sapphires and platinum gold roses along the edge. Amber put a light foundation on and gave my eyes a slight smoky effect. She finished my makeup with pale pink lipstick. “There we are, perfect.” Amber said before going to the closet to get the dress. It was a powder blue silk dress. It was floor length with a slit up the right leg to the midthigh. I got up and walked towards it.

84. Rachael. I stared out the window, mesmerized by the breathtaking beauty of the summer skies. The brilliant blue stretched out before me, dotted with puffy white clouds that seemed to drift lazily across the horizon. I had been cooped up inside for too long, and the sight of the sky was like a balm to my soul. I felt a deep sense of peace wash over me as I gazed out at the endless expanse, feeling the weight of my worries slowly lift.

"Try this one." Sapphira twisted, watching her reflection in the mirror. The metallic blue dress hugged her waist and flared out at her hips, its enormous skirts completely covering her feet. It was heavy, and the bodice pinched her ribs as she breathed. It had been a long time since she had worn a dress like this. "Oh, you look beautiful, dear." "Thank you. I can't take it, though." She frowned pensively, looking back at her reflection and swishing the skirts.

The night was alive with music and laughter, the city skyline glittering with a thousand lights as if the world itself celebrated with them. Blue stood at the balcony of the grand hall where the final exhibition of his art was being held. The collection that bore his name—Becoming Blue—had finally been unveiled to the world. But this night was not just about colors on canvas. It was about healing, about love, about everything that had broken him and everything that had pieced him back together.

The sky was a clear, crystalline blue, not a cloud in sight during this late afternoon; the moon would be bright this evening, he knew. The three of them loaded up the SUV with their gear and each of them climbed in, Blakeney in the driver’s seat while he and Eliza took the middle row of seats. Blakeney fiddled with the navigation system for a moment, then positioned the gearshift into drive and they were off. James stared blankly at the passing scenery, not really seeing any of it at all. He couldn’t help his mind returning to thoughts of Kali and all the people she had killed in the last six months or so. Tonight may be the night that the petite psycho’s wave of death finally ends. His tho

I can only keep my mouth running, to try and distract myself from it. “That wolf,” I start, voice low. “He looked almost insane. And his eyes—” “Were blue, wasn’t it?” He says, finishing my words. His golden eyes turn to the curtained windows. Between the velvet, a sliver of the night sky shows. And in that sky, gleams a pale, full moon. The light feels almost eerie. “A Blue Moon is approaching.” A Blue Moon? “I’m predicting that it will be within this week,” He says, sighing softly. “I will have to prepare. So will the Beta, and the rest of the warriors that carry Dominance.”

She open her eyes widely, and it is not same as if she had any trouble doing sir. Mira stared at the only thing that she could see and it was the sky. Needless to say she was a very confused by what she was watching because the sky look to beautiful it had a contrast of light pink, blue, sapphire, extreme white the clouds on the other hand wear naturally gorgeous very heavenly feeling it was, not understanding what she was experience in first of all.

The blue of the sky was an insult. It was a perfect, crystalline cerulean—the kind of blue that only existed in pre-cataclysm postcards or the most expensive tiers of the Aethelgard simulation. It was the color of peace, of a world reborn, of a "Hard-Reset" that should have signaled the end of our suffering. But as I stood on the grey, salt-crusted sand of the Pacific shoreline, that blue felt like a mocking screen, a new layer of paint over a rotting house.

I watched him as he walked out of my penthouse with determination and urgency in his steps and knew that he was going to make everything go smoothly as he usually does. I rest back against the couch I was seated on, closed my eyes, and smiled. If she thinks that she could just escape my clutches like that, then she’s got to think twice about that. But then the next minute, a frown replaced the smile on my face, as my thought drifted to the dangers that she was about to face soon. From past histories, the previous Blue Bloods weren’t able to overcome all the challenges they faced from the moment they were discovered before they were eventually killed.