Bluestar X Yellowfang Novels & Stories

They seethe with indignation that Tiffany had dared to hurl such derogatory insults at their cherished mate. As Blaze grapples with this internal tempest, his once-golden eyes flicker, undergoing an astonishing metamorphosis into a vivid, piercing shade of blue—an abrupt transformation that mirrored the tumultuous storm of emotions besieging his very core. It was as though his very essence teetered on the precipice of chaos, a relentless tug of war between his human nature and the savage instincts that growled with untamed power.

Blaine's wolf was a sleek, silver-furred creature with glowing green eyes, known for its agility and tactical prowess. Sheryn Lowan Cavanaugh, Blaine's younger sister, was a striking figure with long auburn hair that cascaded down her back in thick waves. Her eyes were a deep, forest green, mirroring her brother's, though her expression was more serious. Sheryn's wolf, with a coat the color of autumn leaves, was swift and deadly in battle, known for her fierce loyalty to her family and pack.

"If I were you, let's just play Lit Fire. I'll just be your duo instead of always playing with Patry and Third." I was stunned. "If BlazingEve is Patry, who are you among the main team members?" "WaveringSoul is Third, SpotlessFish is Yohan. And I'm YellowUrine, nice to meet you, ChasingStar." he said and held out his hand to me. I slapped his hand, "When did you guys find out about that? Should I believe that it's all a coincidence?" "Don't even think about it anymore. Let's play." he said and my phone vibrated just in time.

She'll return soon. She is mine and will not be able to stay away. Plus she has nowhere to go. I will give her this time of adjustment because I need time to think too. I'm still in shock that she transcended. Even more so that she's yellow. It makes no sense. She should be silver like me-majestic silver to represent the royal silver dragons. Bastian's mate is red and Laryn's is blue-end of story. Or it should be. My mate is yellow.

The shadow steps through. It’s not an Other. It’s a wolf. Black fur. Gold eyes. Bigger than Draven. Bigger than Wrath. It hits the courtyard and the stone cracks. Then another steps through. And another. Ten. Twenty. Fifty. All black. All gold. All Hollow. The twelve-year-old doesn’t move. “Hello, Mother,” she says again. To me. “I’m Sybil. Redfang’s vessel.” Redfang. The most violent Hollow ground. Gone for twenty years after the fire.

Storm Rider's banner had a beige colour with black fringes and their pack's brand which was a wolf's head with a skull in its mouth was vividly drawn on the banner. Wild Fangs' banner was lilac purple with boysenberry-coloured fringes and their pack's brand of a huge shiny navy blue sword with metallic gold wings was on it. Erion pack's banner was royal blue with ivory white fringes and possessed their pack brand of a golden wolf with glowing green eyes howling. Lastly, Blood Star pack's banner was white and possessed golden fringes with the pack's brand of a massive luminous red star and with dark red markings all around it in a circular shape.

“I helped her kill him an hour later.” Xander pulls me away from the human, shaking his head at me. “She is a wolf and she is damaged goods. Why the hell would we be paired with her?” “You’re right.” Blue appears around the corner. Her eyes wide. “I am damaged goods. My body is littered in scars from that bastard. So you might as well reject me.” “Scars?” Bree hadn’t mentioned anything about scars only blood

Only whispers that when the Veil thinned, time would warp for the ones chosen by the prophecy. The Flame, the Fang, and the Blood. Lilly was the Flame. He was the Fang. And now, the Blood. His children. Link exhaled sharply and pushed open the door to the suite. The moment he stepped inside, three pairs of golden eyes met his. It made his breath catch every time—the way Logan, Kael, and Elara mirrored each other. Their eyes weren’t just wolf—there was something ancient in them. Something watching from within. “Dad,” Logan greeted, his voice deeper than Link remembered. His boy was becoming a man before his eyes.

A risk clearly being exploited by Rising Star. Cillian and I fought as a pair, just as we had taught the recruits. To take on a hybrid solo meant death. For hours Shadowlands fought for survival. Chased up and down the valley, darting in between trees, never able to catch a breath. The howls were deafening. Especially the ones of agony. We struggled with one grey-furred hybrid. With its golden eyes flashing we knew its original spirit’s human had been one of Rising Star’s prize Beta Warriors.

He raised his sword high then drew his sword forward. “Yellow flame beam,” exclaimed Radcliff, and a beam of yellow flame shot out in a straight line from Firebreath's sword. Edmund stood before Radcliff's attack and counterattacked ferociously. He intertwined his fingers and stretched his arms forward, firing a ferocious burst of blue fire bullets. “Blue Yol Bullet,” shouted Edmund. Blue Fire Bullet. The hundreds of blue fire bullets flew into the yellow flame beam released by Firebreath's sword. The sound of the thud and the explosion of the flames collided with one another was deafening. The earth and sand flew about because of the magical energy impact.