Novel & Cerita Bluey Writing

I say. " That's pretty cute. What does his wolf look like?" she asks, grinning. " His wolf is a few different shades of grey and his eyes are solid blue," I say. " Really? I thought with him being Alpha's son, his wolf would be black like most are?" she says. " I thought so too. His wolf is beautiful. He's also the only person I've ever known to have as blue eyes as a wolf. I haven't even heard of anyone wolf with blue eyes," I say.

Please? Me: Stop using the puppy eyes. It’s manipulation. Bluey: It's working though. Yes? Me: Fine. You’re lucky you have a good face. Bluey: See you tomorrow then. Don't die of boredom watching vampires. 🦇 Me: Fuck off. Going back to my movie. I tossed the phone onto the bed, feeling a weird, hollow sense of peace. Bluey was safe, he was stupid, and he was the exact kind of distraction I needed to stop the shaking in my hands.

“There has to be a story there, but Daemon is the most secretive member of the warriors I know. He barely talks. No one knows a thing about him, other than his… well... his…” "Sleeping around?" I rolled my eyes, getting on my feet again. "You can say it, Lena. Everyone in the Blue Moon Pack knows it, even if they don't talk about it." “Yeah,” she sighed. “That.” Lean moved towards me, unzipping my dress and letting it pool around my feet. I stepped out of it and walked to the bathroom. “You can go to bed, Lena. I want to be alone.” “Are you sure, Annie? I mean… I am not…”

Alex asked being confused. "Come on you should know it already. She was born in a Blue Moon. The purest blood runs in her veins. And there are very few pure blood people left. So when one can actually claim her in Blue Moon to mark her as his. But as she is already marked by another strong wolf who has the dark blood it would be easier for him to claim her and he doesn't need to do it in Blue Moon." Leonard's nose scrunched when those words got registered in his brain. But now that she already has a mark Lycan needs to wait for Blue Moon.

She said and smiled… Ameliah held Stephen’s hand which made him look at her. They smiled at each other before returning their gaze to the woman… “We want to know how this book came into existence?” Stephen said… “This book titled ‘La Luna Azul’ also known as the blue moon, is a book that was written by your ancestors, that is the first vampires and werewolf who came into existence. This book has now been passed from generation to generation in order to help the future generation prepare for the coming of the Blue Moon. I gave this book to Ameliah because i know that in one way or the other you’ll get to know about this book.” She said…

Blue looked nervous again. “Are people talking about me?” God. I crouched beside her chair instantly. “Yes,” I admitted carefully. Her fingers tightened around the crayon in her hand. Why??? Because I failed to protect you before anyone even knew your name. But none of that belonged to her. So instead I said quietly: “Because some people think they’re entitled to other people’s lives.” Blue stared down at the coloring page. “I don’t like it.” “I know.” She looked up slowly.

I wrote on paper and placed it on the briefcase. As I packed my stuff, it dawned on me that I had nowhere to go. I am an orphan. I don't have any friends except Bluey. I had gotten a voicemail from Bluey telling me she had to attend an emergency meeting at her work head office in New Zealand today, so she had left in a hurry yesterday, so she couldn't make it to the party last night. If only she had been here yesterday, she would have defended me when Drew's mother insulted me, tears rolled from my eyes.

She sighed heavily as she flung her head back in frustration “I just….” “I know you don’t trust her or want to and that’s fine, but remember Blue moon isn’t just known for its strong warriors, it’s also known for the mercy we offer where its due, and I feel Zara’s due to be shown mercy at this point” I tried to persuade her softly, just so she could feel a little more at ease with Zara being out there. “Ok, I’ll give her time, but I’ll never fully trust her, even if she does prove she’s not going to do anything”

Drawings and stories written by a child. I watched Red as he picked up an old sketch book, a smile on his face. Lee leaned over Red's shoulder to see the drawings in the book. "You were a really cool kid, dude. Check out that piece of art" Lee said. Curious, I stepped forward to take a look. Lee was right. Red's drawings were beautiful. As he flipped over the pages, Lee placed his hand on one of the pages. "There, I think mummy has another message for us in your old sketch book" Lee said. Red raised a brow as he read the neatly written words in the sketch book.

THIRD PERSON POV: Blue is sitting at her desk in class, painting what she assumes is a picture of Elias and her mother. Her teacher, Mrs. Walter, walks up to her, stopping a few inches from her. “Blue,” she calls out in a soft tone, and Blue turns to the sight of the black dress in front of her. She looks up at her teacher, a brown-haired lady in her mid-thirties. “Yes, Mrs. Walter.” A smile forms on Blue’s face as she tries to answer politely, like her mother has taught her.