Bluestar X Yellowfang Novels & Stories

I answered. "Who wouldn't?" Icero said. "It's a good thing Bluven isn't at home today. She'll definitely suffer from Faye's paranoia again. I am losing my patience. She cheated, not me." "She wants to get rid of my girl," Fhire said. "Is that fair? Yellow is the only one who takes care of me, and then she wants her out of the house. I give her everything, even though I know she has a relationship with a man younger than herself."

“—and they already seen out spot. In just an instance, they all prepared themselves in combat. Saypher with his blade that have a hint of blue. Migo's arrows creating a luminescent red light. Kheina's Claymore with a vibrant brown… In this place that is as dark as my hair, why is it only me who look so lame?!?!?

I just shooked my head and replied, "Nothing" After a minute of silence, I asked, "Can I ask you something?" He nodded his head and said, "Yea" I lean a little and asked, "Do you know why Jade's eyes glowed blue? Are all our species women's eyes glow blue?" He shooked his head and said, "No all our species women glow blue. Lycan's eyes will glow bright yellow with red specks that's it but never heard of or seen blue eyes." I tsked my tongue in disappointment. I asked after a while, "Where are we gonna safeguard our pack members?" He took a deep breath and replied, "I decided to ask the help of Lycan pack in Babertown". I tsked my tongue and asked, "Do you think they will help us?" Ian sighed

“Good night, Carol. You too, Lucas. Go puke all you want.” Shaking his head, Alex bid his aunt good night and headed to his room with his boyfriend by his side. “Why do you seriously not want to tell me?” Seb folded his arms as he watched Alex shut his door. “Why did you say your name was Blue?” “Aren’t you sleepy?” Alex asked in response. “You should get some rest.” “You’re right,” Seb nodded then walked towards him, immediately lifting him bridal style as they were few inches away from each other. “We should rest.”

Blake said, gripping his face in frustration. “Oh, getting high and mighty being the chosen mate? Where is the ancestor title?” Feng Ling teased Blake. “I’m sorry it was sudden. Please let me talk to her and explain how important this is for you and Feng Huo.” Blake said with a deep sigh. “Blake, there is a Phoenix, and it’s blue. I thought all Phoenix was made of fire.” After she calmed down, Koran said, looking at the blue Phoenix in the distance.

Observing every loop and holes to get the real intent behind her question. "Hmmm... Wonderful...!!!" He said. "Do you mean... that... it's going to be just the last time we're going to be together...?" Somira asked, looking so downcasted. Attending to them, a bar attendant came over to meet them with his oval-shaped tray, and on it were the glasses of drinks which the couple seated behind them ordered for. This time, it was a male personnel. He was looking so handsome and dashing in his sky blue coloured shirt, and a pair of black trousers... well tucked in... with his designers' belt neatly placed in packaging. His hair was obviously black, with a little at one end, tinted in yellowish gold

"Dr. Mike Ferdinez is banned from Umbra territory, effective immediately. If he sets foot here again, it's an act of war. We will respond accordingly." Wolf howling for blood. Kill him. Rip throat out. Make him pay. I let the rage flow through me, feeding it, nurturing it. Eve wasn't lying about any of it. She had been telling the truth from the beginning, while I accused her and threatened her and made her life a living hell. Which meant she was really not Circe. Which meant the mate bond was real. Which meant I had already lost the war against my own heart. I stared out the window toward the medical wing, toward her quarters, calculating the distance, the time, the risk.

The favored son of the High Fang. He moved like the world didn’t have the right to touch him—each step deliberate, quiet, final. He was taller than I remembered. All lean muscle and storm-black leather. His uniform wasn’t standard issue; his cloak was embroidered with silver thread that shimmered like moonlight on fresh blood. His collar bore the sigil of the High Fang: a wolf’s skull surrounded by thorns. But it was his eyes that held me. Frost and fire. Cold blue with a ring of gold around the iris, the exact color of a winter sun burning through smoke.

We then took off deeper into the woods. We just kept running as fast as we could. Soon we were deep enough and stopped. Soon enough, we sensed our mates close to us. We turned around and there stood their three wolves. Connors grey wolf was standing in the middle, staring directly at me with his stunning blue eyes. Cassandra's wolf, which was light brown and dark brown. Stood to the left. Clayton stood to the right. His wolf was black with a few white patches. He kinda had the color pattern of a black puppy with white patches.

Elias arched off the bed with a sharp cry, hips bucking up to take more. The storm outside seemed to match their mood. Lightning flashed, lighting up the room for brief seconds, showing Elias’s flushed face, his fangs fully extended, eyes glowing crimson with lust. Ronan added a third finger, curling them just right, and Elias nearly sobbed when he hit that spot inside him. “Ronan, now,” he demanded, nails raking down the werewolf’s back hard enough to draw blood.