Bluestar X Oakheart Novels & Stories

At least more than she ever had. Sealed away in the apartment they had long since grown out of, Blue could think of far worse things in the world than hiding from Richard and her parents. She had met someone who fed and clothed her for no reason more than simply wanting to. Their relationship had never been transactional. She had never been shamed or vindicated for asking for more. They fought rarely and never about themselves. But Blue had begun to sense that she had emerged from bargaining and gone straight to acceptance—in grieving the future that once just might but surely never could be. Some part of her felt that he had too. “Do you want to talk yet?” holding a single strand of hair pi

I couldn’t stop staring, even though I knew it was obvious. “Lucy,” Blake said, his voice low but carrying across the small group. “This is some of the crew.” They nodded, murmured hellos, and I forced a polite, shaky smile. Some were tall, broad, faces marked with tattoos and scars; others looked younger, eager, testing. I could feel their curiosity like heat pressing down on me, and I tensed. One man, a tall guy with a neatly trimmed beard and arms like tree trunks, stepped forward. “Heard about you from Blake. Didn’t expect him to bring someone out here.”

His intense blue eyes lifted to meet hers, and for a moment, the outside world seemed to vanish. Asher Kingsley was a striking figure. Standing at 6'4" with a chiseled jawline and a sculpted physique, he exuded an almost otherworldly allure. His impeccably tailored dark suit accentuated his broad shoulders and lean frame. His intense blue eyes, framed by dark, thick lashes, seemed to pierce through the room, and his tousled dark hair added a touch of rugged charm to his otherwise polished appearance. Despite his godlike handsomeness, his stern expression conveyed a seriousness that left no room for frivolity.

She was smiling widely, her eyes beamed. Blue rotated his eyes in annoyance. “Fine!” He stomped toward Black and kissed her cheek even though it was covered with a mask. “Happy now?” He returned to Pink's side. Black chuckled. Extremely satisfied and her anger vanished instantly. Blue’s scent was cold and sharp. Not even once his scent irked her. Unlike the rest of them, Blue was like a healing potion to her. He was aloof, yet soft-hearted. His only interest was good sleep. Nothing more, nothing less.

His fatigued breath, trashed clothes, and messy hair showed how demanding the fight with the darkling had been. "You have proven to be nonsense. Enough with the likes of you!" The Dark phoenix teleports to Blizzard, lifting him by the neck. "There can only be one of us." She pierces Blizzard's chest, removing his heart. Within seconds the beating muscle becomes a blue crystal stone, which she shatters into million pieces. "Bea, go back to the white door." Blizzard's last word takes with him the light in my hands.

Attention on us! Thorne had beautiful golden eyes. "Full sync!" Follow your heart, your Silver Heart, and your commitment!“ Draven looked at me with his dark blue eyes. "Every spark, every bond, every heartbeat—you are stronger than this piece, Moonbound." "Trust us and trust yourself."

He may be a handsome and perfect good-looking man but the truth about his dark side can't be ignored. The Alpha returned to his office after he took a shower. He sits on his swivel chair and continued his paper works. Because of the sudden marriage arrangement, he needs to sign a lot of documents for their wedding. Oakley didn't like their binding contract with the Starlight Hallow Pack. He thinks that his Havoc Moon Pack is too precious and high to be paired with the rank three ambassador Alpha. He is so full about himself being the star in any aspect. Plus, the fact that his mate and soon be his wife is just a half blooded wolf.

I wanted to experience a love story filled with passion. So I nodded. Dylan's eyes were filled with unshed tears as he gradually slid the ring on for me. It was as if he was making sure I would never leave his side. Mom walked toward me and set the sapphire and diamond tiara on my head. Dad was already crying in joy. While wiping his tears away, he quickly took out his phone and snapped a few pictures for me.

Lyra had to take the risk. This wasn’t merely a battle of strength; it was a test of resolve and faith. Lyra felt the weight of countless lives resting on her shoulders, the responsibility of choosing between annihilation and a desperate hope for survival. She looked to Ronan, his eyes reflecting the same determination, the same silent understanding. He gave her a nod, a silent affirmation of their shared belief. With a deep breath, Lyra raised her ancestral blade, its polished surface reflecting the pulsing light of the Obsidian Heart. Ronan stood beside her, his silver fur bristling with anticipation. Together, they faced the heart, their resolve unwavering. Lyra focused all her energy, al

Luna Mira, her ancient eyes boring into mine. The heart wants what it wants. You'll have to choose. And the choice will break you. I woke with a start in the middle of the night, my heart pounding. Damon slept beside me, his arm thrown over my waist, his breathing deep and even. For a moment, I just lay there, watching him in the darkness. My mate. My Alpha. The man I'd sworn to love and honor. But even as I thought it, another face rose in my mind. Blue eyes, warm smile, the way he'd held me after saving my life.