Bluebird Antiques Novels & Stories

He brought the pendant closer, his thumb tracing each engraved letter as if reading Braille, as if absorbing the vow through his skin. “The silk,” Anton said, his voice rough with emotion, “is lapis lazuli. For truth. For the deep, unchanging blue of the sky after a storm. For the night on the beach in Geneva.” He reached out, his fingertip hovering just above the dark stone. “The steel is from the fuselage of the jet that took us to the island. The one that gave us our first sanctuary.” His finger moved to the metal band. “Rico helped me… acquire a piece. I had it reforged.”

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.

But to her, it was priceless. Finally, the auctioneer called the name she’d been dreading. “Lot 12: 432 Sycamore Street—Bluebird Café.” Sage stood up before she could stop herself. “I object!” The word burst from her mouth like a cannon blast. The room turned in unison, a hundred pairs of eyes locking onto her. At the front, Damian Cross raised a single brow, unimpressed. The auctioneer blinked at her. “Miss, this is a legal foreclosure auction. You can’t ‘object.’”

"It's hard to say, but it's very likely. Just half an hour ago, someone sold something inside. From the description, it's quite old and substantial." "Inside?" Amelia frowned. "Which shop?" "It's the one at the very back, with a sign that says Ashen Antiques. The owner is Mr. Boyle, a well-known old fox—very cautious," Byron paused, then added, "I only caught a glimpse from afar. The item was wrapped in black cloth, so it was hard to get a closer look." Amelia said softly, "Thank you, Ron." "No need to thank me, Mrs. Jenkins," Byron waved his hand. "You asked me to come here in the first place to investigate the relics. If I can find any clues to help you, that's the best outcome."

Frost asked, mocking Darick. “Let him finish,” Gael groaned in displeased. “She let someone made it as a tribute to her son Alexie, and now is displayed at the Museum of Virginia or maybe someone had destroyed it.” Darick shrugged. "Whatever." “And?” Iris asked. “This.” Darick opened the silverwork and showed the rectangular-shaped blue stone in his palm. “That’s it?” I asked. “There is something more.” The excitement in his voice was palpable. “Cut the crap. Tell us what’s so important in that pendant, small D,” Frost snickered.

He fiddled with the bidding paddle in his hands. "The porcelain is flawless and translucent. It is indeed of good quality. Behind every cloud is a silver lining. The sky-blue color represents a promising future after dark times." Jasper couldn't help but glance at Alyssa with surprise when he heard her recite the phrase. Alyssa was immersed in the charm of the antiques. Her skin was fair and delicate, and the light enhanced her elegant and graceful features. It made her look incredibly beautiful, enough to take anyone's breath away.

“I have about a hundred and fifty million here.” Harvey nodded. “Alright. Well then, are Flynn’s Antiques selling their wares?”

Nichole I was only several centuries old when the first Blue Moon wolf was about to be born. A Blue Moon wolf is a rare and powerful being coveted by all. She will give her mate power beyond their wildest dreams. I am the first witch ever to walk this earth and the best friend of Selene, the Moon Goddess, the creator of the werewolves, children of the moon. Selene came to me before the first was born asking me to help her change their fate.