Bluey Planets Episode Novels & Stories

"Not if I love you more, Gihyun." He watched his brother leave, before limping back to his bed, ogling at the Moon. Mr Blue was a bit farther away this time, slightly more on the golden side. A little less round, more like a semi-circle, actually. Nonetheless, Erin adored every colour and angle the trusty Moon had to offer him.

hoping to see my mother for some last-minute counsel. Rather, my childhood friend Clara crept in. Her face was pallid, and something that made my stomach turn had taken the place of her normally happy look. "Ivy," she wrung her hands and whispered. "There are rumors... whispers among the pack..." "What rumors?" My voice was sharper than I meant when I asked. Unease pricked at the back of my neck. Clara refused to look at me. "They claim that there is another person. Another blue-haired girl who says—"

But, Blue knew that the more Sybb suppresses his emotions that were close to exploding, the more that Sybb would have a hard time suppressing his emotions again. “I will take some breather first.” Blue told Sybb before he flew out of the carriage to leave Sybb some space. He looked at the mud figures who were trying to tear the vines and the roots of the trees that were trapping them. Suddenly, his brows knitted. Did he just imagine it? But, the movements of these mud figures that are already looking slow turned… sluggish? Blue’s brows are knitted. “Sybb.” He called. “What is it?” Sybb answered and came out after he settled Hail inside the carriage.

“Bluey!! You finally came. For a second I thought you abandoned me and left me to rot here. Can you imagine Amanda even came here to tell me you wouldn't come and that Isabel wasn't my child, such nonsense”. Mr gold chuckled weakly. Bluey stood tall with her shiny blue dress and dark shades to hide all the evil behind her eyes. It seems blue was her favorite color just like her name. Isabel stood just beside her mother, her face nonchalant and calm.

The sound of their beating heart could be heard. The guns were pointing at their head and they seems to be only one in the van They couldn't move..... They stood still and somehow, they found the atmosphere suffocating or maybe it's because of the situation they were in Bluey kept gulping down She was scared. Lots of thought kept popping into her head "what about mum" She thought "how is she gonna take the news? " "will she ever found out I was taken"

“He was breathtakingly handsome and had the most beautiful set of blue eyes he had ever laid his eyes on. The kind that got you lost in them. So addictive and so compelling he literally got lost in them. So lost in them.” “Then the boy asked the other boy what his name was,” Alex blushed as he continued. “Unfortunately the other boy was so lost in the boy’s blue eyes he just uttered ‘blue’. Then the other boy thought that was his name and never stop calling him Blue ever since.” “What?” Seb let out alongside laughter, covering his face with his palm. “Blue.” “There you have it.” Alex smiled at him. “That’s how the name Blue came to life.” “That’s so crazy and romantic I had no idea all this

Tami turned red instantly. " She is turning into a strawberry. How can someone blush so much? " Ron asked. " She can, just like her Mom. " Dad said. " Hmmm... You seemed to have noticed Maurvi. What is the matter, Mehul? " Mom said raising her eyebrows. " Don't ever say that in front of Gautam, he will shoot me. I know this because he calls her as tomato. " Dad explained and Tami nodded.

Marian had spun on her heel, they had reached the borderland between the infants and tweens clothing, a tauntingly wide aisle. “But not yet?” “Blue…” “He’s not as awful as you think,” “You may have been too young to remember how serious his arrest was, but I wasn’t.” Blue turned on her heel, leaving her mother standing on the cusp of childhood purgatory. She returned to the male infant clothing. “Blue…” “I’m not mad,” She glanced to her mother, retrieving the same train sweater in a powder yellow. She quite liked the red and dandelion together. Wished she could find one in her size. Snorted quietly at the thought. “I get it.”

Those that were lucky to conceive, eventually die. Some were lucky enough to stay alive to bear at most three young ones and eventually die immediately after the third one. They are only one percent of them out of the whole supernatural world combined. However, in the fifth decade following the plague, a prophecy came to light in every supernatural race at the same time, that in every century a blue-blooded female will be reincarnated, and her blood can cure the plague of the supernatural race if the ruler was lucky enough to mate with her and drink from her blood daily.

Celestine Westwood was gone. Five-year-old Celestine, with her bright eyes and infectious laughter, had been the light of her family. Her disappearance was like a knife to the heart, leaving a wound that refused to heal. The once-bustling household, filled with the sounds of joy and life, had become a tomb of grief and unanswered questions.