Bluebird Tavern Novels & Stories

It would be entertaining to see if she could get any of it to work here at the Blue Moon. “Welcome everyone to the Blue Moon Bed and Breakfast. Please step forward, and I’ll help get you checked in, and then we’ll show you to your rooms. We hope your stay with us will be magical.” Jody beamed broadly and opened her hands in welcome. Little did they know how magical their stay would be.

"Now that I have everyone's attention. My name is Alpha Ciaran of the Blood Moon pack, to those who do not know me. The one who is responsible for finding your all and orchestrating your rescue is lovely Mrs. Jones. Hey children were amongst you. The two young twins who happen to also be, what's known as Blue Moon shifters. Before we continue into what that means, we need to get a few things clear here and now. One, we will rest for the night here. Two, in the morning we will all go into the small town for breakfast to learn more about each of you and what pack, or coven you come from. If we are unable to find your families, you will have very grown up decision to make. You can join with Alp

“Miss, it’s not safe for you to be here alone. Do you have someone that I can call to pick you up.?” I let out a drunken laugh at his word, “How could it possibly be unsafe for me in this renowned five-star bar?” I let out a belch before raising my empty glass and continuing, “One more mug please.” “Miss, I’m saying this for your good. I don’t normally do this but I feel troubled leaving you here alone and drunk. Miss if you don’t leave here in the next few minutes, they will come and get you. You have to leave, it is not safe.” He bent and whispered to my ears.

“The best, largest pack in all the world. One that every other pack will be envious of, for no other pack can claim to be born of the stars and moon… a once in a blue moon pack.” “A once in a blue moon pack…” I said, thoughtfully repeating Rem’s words. I had thought about using stars in the pack's name. Though Blue Moon seemed fitting too. I couldn’t help but beam a bright smile down at Rem happily. “Thanks, babe, I think I just figured out our pack name,” I cooed at him. Rem’s lips twitched upwards into a smile. “Blue Moon Pack? I like it,” he chimed, seeming happy with my choice as well. “I’m sure our pack will like it, too. Even if you skip out the star part.”

“Are you sure? We don’t have any ingredients for milkshakes, we only have sodas and alcoholic beverages…. And who is Zira?” “Zira… the beautiful bar lady” I reply, now frowning. Did he not know her? “Blossom, I can assure you I am the only bartender at the Blue Moon Pub. But you can call me Zira and pretty if you like.” he chuckles. “Oh… maybe I was dreaming…” …was I dreaming? I feel confused, it felt so real. “Well, anyway Tom…let me get my things so I can get ready for tonight. See you later” I add with a polite smile, as I make my way to my car.

Blue Rose stared at Darryl with interest. D*mn it! Darryl was stunned. "How do you know?" The tavern owner was well informed about Royal Court news; she was incredible. Blue Rose chuckled at Darryl's astonished look. She was so charming and sultry. "What's so surprising about that? Many guests from all walks of life come to my tavern every day. It's easy for me to find out about what's going on." Darryl nodded in agreement.

“Bye Blair” We boarded three taxis, each dispatched for four people, since Blair wasn’t joining us, and Walter was still missing in action. We headed to our usual haunt, The Midnight Bites, a cozy restaurant just a few miles from the office. Known for serving some of the best food in the city, they generously give us discounts for being regulars. As always, we placed our usual orders. Hannah, the heartbeat of our team, was the first to order drinks, and unsurprisingly, the first to get tipsy.

Please. My stomach dropped—sharp, like missing a step. I hadn’t heard from him since the night Camilla left. No calls. No messages. Nothing. I’d assumed he’d disappeared into whatever hole rich dude use when the world turns on them. Another text came through before I could decide. *I'm in the Blue Parrot. Back boot.* The Blue Parrot was two streets over… narrow alley bar that opened at noon for “brunch cocktails.” Dim and discreet. The kind of place people went to when they didn’t want to be seen.

No backhanded remarks from her. No sassy behaviour and more over no Comments from Skye. The unsettling feeling dived in. I was truly unsettled. And had the meeting for 2 days come to an end at noon. The contract was signed and I told Mark to get us ready to go back to Miami. On our way to the airport I tried Skye's number and this time it connected. I was really mad at him. "What the fuck Skye? What happened? "Sir Miss Blanchard got cut in a cross fire. We are at the hospital right now". Fuck! I felt my chest tighten. It's like my life span was reduced drastically. How? But she was supposed to be at home.

Morgan explained. "From the Grove Frost they're likely to cross over over to the Forest of Yestis" said Ivy., "if we're lucky we might get to them in time and corner them." "Let Altar and I help" Balon offered, "we really appreciate your hospitality its the least we can do" "Great, grab a horse" said Ivy. "Woaw i didnt agree to this, i just got out of a coma" protested Altar.