Bluebird Stanford Novels & Stories

“Great. Has anything come out about Eclipse Mountain?” “The rogues didn’t mention your pack, Ava. If they know about the Alpha Queen though, it’s likely they know about Eclipse Mountain.” I nodded. I hoped we’d have enough warning that Eclipse Mountain would be okay. “What about Blue Mountain and our friend Matthew Stanley?” “Who is Matthew Stanley?” Callum asked. “That’s the guy I kicked out of the bar yesterday.” “Ava… we had confirmation Blue Mountain is still working with rogues. It’s possible they are the ones who gave the rogues the information they needed to find you.”

I throw myself forward, push myself to the limit until I'm shaking and panting next to the animal. "I'm... A human..." My eyes find Blue's sweet face. "I can't move as fast as you... I know Ryan probably can, but don't forget that he is way fitter than me and also a hybrid..." Blue blinks at me as if realizing I'm right, and he sneezes at me. Then, he walks over to a pair of bushes, looks over at me, then nods as if wanting me to come and see what he has found. Is it a dead squirrel?

” Darius explained as everyone stared at me in shock and dread or to be specific, my hands on the throne arm. Seeing that I saw Darius get burnt, I knew they weren’t bluffing in the least. But how come I was touching it easily and painlessly? Was it because I was the Blueblood? I highly doubted that. I stared at the throne and circled it to come to the front before sitting. The throne seemed the welcome me and loosened up for me to relax. They gasped again and moved backward, murmuring. “What is this omen?” “Am I seeing correctly??”

The packhouse was already full when El's father, Rodrigo, pulled up. Cast-iron lanterns and a burgundy carpet lay on the stone steps leading into the foyer where Alpha Kai and Beta Declan stood, greeting people. El's squeals made Sapphira jump as Rodrigo opened the car door for her, his dark skin glowing in the lamp-light. He had insisted on being their chaperone tonight, much to El's initial dismay. Sapphira was glad that he had; their scents might hide hers.

I giggled. "No that's no- fuck it just do it after." She said and cut off the link. Damn, she must be really furious. "This is going to be fucking interesting." Noah said as he leaned on the wall behind us. "Yeah..." —————————————————— "And this how the system immune is created, any question?" Blaze asked as the girls who he designated to be his assistant, stayed too close to him much to my displeasure. She was touching him, his strong arms. She can't fucking do that!

In the second life, forty-five is a landmark in the middle of something still happening, and the day after it is the first day of the rest of the second life with the full view from the landmark available. She runs and thinks about the view. The view from forty-five, as she has been anticipating it, is this: she can see the whole distance of the second life — the lecture hall, the ROTC, New York, the commission, the file, the practice, the foundation, the book — and she can also see, for the first time from this height, the shape of what she is building toward in the years ahead.

It was now nearly gray with purple swirling in the center and outside of the pool. The doctor picked up a glass container and scooped some up, gloves on his hands. "We must figure out what the stamger has been giving her immediately. Doctor Karin, could you be in charge of that? We need to get her new fluids now that those have been exposed to... that." He replaced the fluids, pulling the needle from her bloodstream and throwing the old fluids out and replacing them rather quickly. "I pray that these... unauthorized chemicals are identified right away and that treatment can be properly given to Alpha Laven."

I was about thirteen when Mihir, along with Vihan and Roohi, started coming over for group studies as they were preparing for the medical entrance exam. I remember one evening during the monsoon season. The rain was pouring down, and the electricity had gone out. We lit candles and continued our studies in the dim, flickering light. Mihir was explaining a complex physics problem to Roohi, and I was pretending to read my book, stealing glances at him. His face lit up in the candlelight, his earnest expression as he tried to make Roohi understand the problem—it was then that I felt the first flutter in my heart.