Bluefur X Oakheart Novels & Stories

His eyes were beautiful, so charmingly blue like the sea their ship was sailing. "You're my wife, Ophelia. We've been married for three years. I am Alpha of the Crimson Paw pack and you're my Luna. We rule thousands of people because I am the Alpha of Alphas in the packs of the seven tribes," Finlay balled his fists because the ship immediately reached the exact spot for the morning sun to hit them. That was beside the point, it was pointing right at Ophelia, making her dress transparent and revealing that she didn't have any undies on.

Blue asked Skye as he looked at the other. Though even if Blue asked this, everyone present knows that Blue already knows the answer. He is a fairy, after all, who could feel someone’s emotions. Aside from that, Blue is also Skye's friend. And a childhood friend. So, Blue could feel Skye’s depression, and that Skye’s mentality is about to collapse

A child about six years old popped out from under a wooden table, holding a damp cloth. “It’s alright, love. Thanks for looking after Morphi. You can go rest now, Dylan.” Sapphire took the cloth from the child and placed it in a container under the table. The baby looked about a year old at most. His hair was a dull grey, a genetic trace of Sapphire’s silver hair. But what made my heart nearly stop were his eyes. They were a clear, deep sea-blue — a shocking contrast to the usual yellow werewolf eyes that dominated this village in Oakhaven.

Aurora’s POV Steam still lingered in the bathroom, coating the mirror with a thin film. I wiped it once more and leaned in close. My pupils glowed brighter than ever before, clear silver that reflected the light above. Strands of my hair shimmered faintly, carrying a streak of color that hadn’t been there before. And then I felt it. A presence stirred in my chest, filling the space that had always felt empty. My wolf stepped forward. Her voice rang sharp and calm at the same time. “My name is Blue.”

"You are the only Fantasian with a Flamia and Glacia blood, Fhyra. And not to mention that you're parents are one of the legends of each tribe." "How 'bout you?" I asked all of a sudden. "Why are you with me? Why do my parents trust you much?" I continued when I saw the confusion on his face. "I'm one of your guardians, Fhyra. I'm included in the prophecy as well," he said and my eyes widened when I saw him opening the buttons of his ocean blue shirt. I was about to scream when I saw what he wanted to show me.

I push the door open but I saw no one in the room, then pause when I heard sound coming from the bathroom, the pain I felt double over, I did never thought he could get any worst. "Bring it in will you!" The beast snarled. I flinched, the bathroom door was already open so I just approached them, the beast and Fiona were in the bath tub naked, he was sitting down leaning against the side, while Fiona was bent on all fours probably sucking his dick. "Pour it in the glasses--" Groan in pleasure "And leave" The beast ordered. Big fact tears roll down my face, I couldn't breath properly, hurriedly I pour the brandy into the glasses and left.

The crowd dispersed as interested participants trickled into the next compartment. Out of nowhere, Clara’s happy face jumped into view. "Hey, you” She smiled, her eyes twinkling behind the purple hue surrounding them. She was partyborn, a stark contrast to the rummage that sat in her stomach. She wanted nothing more than to go back home. She looked down at what was in her hand. Its tip was golden sparks of fur.

Pausing a bit she turned towards Kabir and said, “Hey, what more can you tell about this Faith of the Blue?” Kabir pouted his mouth and said, “Sorry Goofy that was all I had. But, I sure can find out.” Nezeira’s eyes glistened. She stood up and said, “Then do it, please. I believe our answers lie with this Faith. Is there any living person, vampire or werewolf who was one or still is a person of this Faith?” Kabir, “Not that I know off. The Faith has been scattered a long time ago but you never know. I'll do something serious digging and I am sure we’ll hit something Goofy, don’t worry.”

cream. The scene was something like, the guy who was serving us ice-cream had a mole under his left eye. I was really fascinated by it as I read it somewhere that mole under the eye represents tears which our loved one had shed in our past lives for us, I never like to believe in these kinds of things but this thing really got my interest and from that moment on, I liked as well as envied those persons who had the mole of tear and always wanted one, so that I can know that there was someone who lament over my death in my past life. I really didn’t know that I had been staring at that man for god know how long when I suddenly heard some mumbling and it was definitely Ren’s voice, it says, “I

Fleur knew that the task ahead would not be easy, but she drew strength from the unwavering support of Zeeb and their allies. Fleur's heart raced as she stood before the council of Lycan elders, alongside Zeeb, her love and beacon of hope. The room was filled with tension, the weight of their forbidden romance hanging in the air like a storm cloud ready to unleash its fury. They were surrounded by the esteemed Lycan leaders: Chief Robe, Zeeb's father and the revered head of their pack, Damon, the powerful Alpha who commanded respect and loyalty from all Lycans, and the council members, their gazes filled with a mixture of curiosity and concern.