Bluestar X Yellowfang Novels & Stories

So there was no way the next Blue Team member would be able to deal with Orange Monk. Soon, the next Blue Team member walked to the centre of the stadium. He was a handsome man, just like Blue Mantis. But he was slightly taller than Blue Mantis and had a stocky build. “The next representative for the Blue Team, the powerful Strength Type Thrasher, Musclehead, is here!” Peter shouted loudly. The crowd quickly erupted into cheers as they tried to encourage Musclehead. Although they knew that Musclehead was weaker than Orange Monk, they were hoping for a miracle.

figures as much the one pack I wanted to forget about at the moment is the first one I have to read about. The Blue Moon Pack Not much in known about the blue moon pack. It's history is mostly kept within their own records but what is known is most from the blue moon pack have amazing fighting abilities, it is unknown if it's due to majic or training but all the warriors who have been recoreded have been of great gifts. They do have a history of having element based majic running in the blood of the old alphas. They used to follow many of the old ways and rumors say they still follow some of them. Tattoos are often decortating the skin of higher level members of the pack, though even their s

Scarlet winked. "Maybe if you cut your hair a bit shorter and straightened ….much less kinky...curly? I don't know...you won't have to worry about having so much metal in your hair." Alicia suggested. "Fangs off my hair Alicia. This baby is going nowhere." She hissed. "Okay-okay!" Alicia snorts,"Just saying." "Well it's the only thing she is passionate about besides dueling. "Oh that's right." Scarlet let out a devilish grin. In a split second a carefully aimed dagger was seen propelled towards Alicia, it's sharp end positioned to inevitably pierce it's target.

"I didn't mean to. I'm sorry. But, I really do feel weird, Sandy." He rubbed his now red arm before studying me, not saying anything. "Now, you're the one who makes me feel weird." I pointed at him. He remained silent. "Stop that!" I pushed his face away. Sandrius took my arm, and pulled me closer to him, staring intently at my eyes. "You fucking bastard. Get off of my mate!" Kielton growled. "I think Xanthe's wolf is back." Sandrius said to Kielton.

His eyes sparkled in the low lighting. A smirk pulled at her lips, and she swayed her hips slightly as she walked past him and to the other side of the bed. He didn't turn, so she let the towel drop to the floor with a gentle thud and watched his back stiffen. His chest rumbled, but he still didn't turn. So she slid beneath the crisp sheets and snuggled into the downy pillows. Then he turned. The yellow orbs of his eyes reflected all of the light in the room, and his fangs pressed into his lips. Sapphira squeezed her legs together and whimpered. His nostrils flared at the sound, but he shook his head violently.

Xeros Romanov The battlefield smelled strongly of iron, blood, and burning fur. I had lost count of the bodies somewhere around the hundred-and-fiftieth kill. Nox had taken some percentage of control hours ago, and I let him. We moved together as one. There was no room for thought, only slaughter. We moved like a storm given teeth and claws—black as midnight, larger than any natural beast, eyes glowing the colour of molten silver. Every rogue that lunged for my throat met the same fate—ribs caved in, spines snapped, hearts torn out before they hit the ground.

My father appears next, and he frightens me just as much as he did the night I left. His left eye is blurry from blindness, and my mother left a large scar on his left cheek and brow. If it weren't for our shared Lycan scents, you wouldn't be able to tell that he and I are connected because his other eye is a pale blue color, very dissimilar from mine. The only difference in his appearance from the last time I met him is a slight graying of his hair. Big, frightful, frightening, and cruel. His eyes are narrow as he crosses his arms and looks down at me. I find myself crouching, unwilling to face him.

Emily and Liam stand side by side, their eyes reflecting a mix of determination and concern. The wind whips through the trees, leaves rustling in a symphony of anticipation. Emily's voice rises above the howling gusts, her words a rallying cry. "Brace yourselves, my pack! We face a storm not only in the skies but within our hearts. Together, we will weather this tempest and emerge stronger." Liam's voice echoes hers, his tone resolute. "Let the storm be a testament to our resilience. The darkness that looms will not break us. We are Red Teary Moon Pack, bound by our unwavering loyalty and love."

Carolina’s black wolf stood proudly while I let my own silver-furred wolf, Vera, made her debut in front of Silverfang. Our eyes locked in mutual understanding. The echoes from the crowd faded, and coming dusk bathed us in its glow. My fur caught the fading light as I circled around her. My yellow eyes held a mix of confidence and might. Carolina, with her black coat and green eyes, stood her ground, ready for my impending attack.

“I mean, Balor has always been fun. We grew together years before you came to the pack. He was born four years before me, but the age gap hasn’t always been … there, I guess?” “Oh,” she drawled. “I guess it has nothing to do with the way he kept on staring at you throughout dinner.” I laughed, shaking my head. “You were not even in the room. How did you see that?” “People talk.” “Well, the servants of the Blue Moon Pack house need to spend less time talking.” “Did you like your surprise?” “I did,” I giggled like a kid. “Dad has always known I used to look up to Balor. And we were inseparable as kids. I would never have guessed that one.”