Canon Ivy Cosmic Blue Novels & Stories

I tell, and she moans. “I am going to mark you back.” She says, and we bite down at the same time. I see stars, moons and all in between. I roar down into my bite, my release so explosive I feel like I am filling her up completely. Ivy screams down into her own bite, biting down harder. I follow her move and bite down harder myself. We stayed attached to each other for a while, before I let Ivy go and lick her wound. It heals before my eyes, and my mark forms on the nook of her shoulder and neck. It’s a wolf on a background of faerie wings, howling to the moon. Its coloring is unique as well. Normally it’ll just be black like a tattoo, but Ivy’s is black, blue, red and purple. It’s absolutel

The room goes deathly silent, the sheer presence of her icy beauty knocking us all off the edge. Misty gray-blue hits first, measuring, questioning—judging. They are nearly translucent, holding a distant, glass-like sheen. Her skin is porcelain-pale with no warmth of pigment, just a soft, ethereal glow that makes her look unreal. The little hair that peeks from beneath her veil shows sultry silver curls, all resting atop her head like a crown. "Ivory's," Vincenzo's voice bursts out again. "Introducing our Star Girl, Ivory, Raven Series, Mark Three."

Ivy’s friend looks shy, but she holds conversation with a big smile while Ivy talks and talks, as if pushing them together. Then I start noticing the little girl trying to talk to Ivy, but Ivy keeps ignoring her. The little girl looks more pissed every time. So pissed, she even (lightly) kicks Ivy’s dress before crossing her little arms and pouting. And for a second I smile because I bet that’s exactly how Ivy looked like as a little girl, down to the mannerisms… and the face. I mean, those eyes are practically identical. Wait. Wait a fucking minute. That little girl looks exactly like Ivy. Those cobalt blue eyes? I’ve never seen them before, only on Ivy. Cassie has blue eyes too, but they’r

Charlotte said, turning Ivy to face the mirror. Ivy stared at herself in the mirror. She gasped as she could barely recognize herself. Her hair was styled in a neat ponytail with strands falling on each side of her face, her lips were painted with a cherry red lipstick, and her eyebrows were carved in a bow shape. A little bit of mascara and eyeliner was applied to her face, with a little powder and foundation. Her neck and ears were adorned with silver jewelries. It was simple yet elegant. “Well, don't just stare, and tell me what you think.”

I paced around nervously while she just laughed at me. "Calm down missy." "Calm down?, I'm meeting his mom, his freaking mother Naomi, how the hell can I be calm?" Henry had called me earlier and told me to get ready, he said he'll be at my place in half an hour and we would be going to his mother's place. "You look awesome babe." "You think so?"I accessed myself in the mirror for the third time. Naomi had chosen a blue dress that was flair from the waist down because of my stomach. It stopped just at my knees and had silver decorations all over it.

Upon finishing from his side, Jonathan moved towards Iris who was trembling like a leaf under the heated gaze of Leonard. "Iris, now you would repeat whatever I would say." She turned her gaze down when Jonathan's eyes matched her. She was not going to let that happen so easily. It shouldn't be like this. "I, Iris Lockwood....... " Jonathan started to speak the phrase that Iris had to repeat before Leonard would mark her under the Blue Moon. This was the one-time opportunity that Leonard would get at that moment. If he would fail to mark her that day, he had to wait for a long to get it. That would be a risk on his part too. In case Iris's previous owner returns and has already left an impre

"For you." Jayda looked at the box and felt something in her chest that was warmer than she was prepared for at ten in the morning before she'd finished her eggs, and she reached for the ribbon and untied it and lifted the lid and inside, arranged in white tissue paper with the care of someone who had thought about it rather than just spent money on it, were irises. Deep blue. The specific shade that sat between violet and midnight, the colour of sky at the hour before it commits to morning. Their petals opened just enough to show the gold at the centre and they were exactly right in a way she felt before she could explain why she felt it.

She wrapped her arms around him too. “You're welcome” Tristan stepped out of the embrace and stared at Ivy. She looked stunning in her casual off shoulder, body fitting, white top and blue shorts. Blue was one of his favourite colours, alongside black. Her waist-length hair seemed to gleam beautifully under the sun, she had a light make up on that highlighted her beautiful facial features and her eyes were sparkling like emerald.

Derick growled, “I’m awake. You think Nightfall can survive another war on pride alone? Lawrence offered us a future. Real power and real peace. And all he wanted… was her.” He jerked his chin toward the shadows, toward Ivy. Kane’s voice cracked like a whip. “Don’t you say her name.” “Ivy is the key to the prophecies,” Derick sneered. “She walks in both worlds. And you, blinded by sentiment refused to give her up. You doomed us all.” “I would die before I handed her over.” “Then so be it.” Then…It happened in a flash. Derick lunged not with his words, but with his fangs and fury. His blade was drawn from under his cloak, a dark iron dagger laced with wolfsbane and obsidian, gleaming with dea

Clara's POV Then she bolted from the changing area. I took a peek at what was in the cosmetic bag. I opted for a basic appearance, using lip gloss and mascara. Makeup was never my strong suit. I still felt like I might stab my eyeballs out. Ivy returned a few minutes later, clutching a black dress. It had straps and was short. It was always necklined in hearts. The garment would hug every curve on my body. It was exquisite.