Dust X Blue Novels & Stories

Adir place the hair on Castus palm " You're my friend and that's hard to be" "You're saying all of this because you don't know what happened,the Dotedrins killed a lot of witches back then,they thought they'd the supreme power over everything"Castus exhale tired of repeating himself"The hair is blue" "Blue?are you sure it's blue?" " Yes, it's color..."Castus pause. "Your dream" "The girl hair is also blue now don't tell me this is a coincidence" " It is but you didn't even see the girl face because it's blurry"Castus utter " I know it's rare for someone to have a natural blue hair but..."

Kabir, “Now that’s a good question. Legend says after he witnessed the destruction caused by Serkhet he was swept with regret and a bitter realization of what his obsession in finding the perfect celestial has caused, disregarding the forces of nature. It is said that he handed over the Heavenly Realm to his daughter Isret and became a human to live among his creations in secret. However, the rumor goes that his powers did not diminish even when he became a human. He had followers who were loyal worshippers of him and also safeguarded his secret. The Faith of the Blue was a staunch devotee and powerful sect who were the only ones that had the knowledge of Uraos’s whereabouts and secrets.” Ne

"It's literally a Blue Moon." He released his grip while apologizing as he took a step back, Luna Dani gliding my hair back to where it had been while I stared between the two of them, I could feel that my cheeks were flushed now. Would others react in such a way? Is it a big deal that it's blue?

I knew that with a gentle man like William, Even if he didn't love me, my married life wouldn't be bad. But I never expected Happiness would come so intensely and passionately. When I gave William the ring my parents left behind, He pulled up a treasured video from his phone album. In the video, I wore a light blue gown, dancing gracefully in the center of the ballroom. While William stood nearby, his gaze following my figure constantly. It was the opening dance at last year's charity ball. I performed the first dance as a special guest. The person who invited me on stage was William.

I shut my eyes closed and hope for the next couple of lyrics to end quickly. "A lot more of Eela in our lives, a little bit of J-Dawg by our sides, a little bit of FeeBee is all we need, a little less of White Boy's what we wanna see, a little bit of Blubber burning in the sun, a little bit of BoyBand crying all night long, a little bit of Simo, where are you, a little bit of them makes us so cool!"

The enormous windows that stretched floor to ceiling on the east side of the building were draped with a delicate silvery mesh, reflecting the light from the cast iron chandelier that hung low in the centre of the room. And Irina was not finished. "Don't you get mud on my floor!" Clutching her clipboard, Sapphira watched as Irina pointed at Beta Declan's filthy boots. "Sorry, Irina." He grinned sheepishly and kissed the top of the tiny woman's head while she batted him away.

The town reeked of booze. “Down Hills is where people from school come to hang out. It’s a free town.” Free town was putting it mildly. Music blasted from the club while people danced carelessly close to the road. Kayla swerved the car multiple times to avoid drunken teenagers and adults who stumbled across the road without looking. She guided the car to another street. “Do you come here all the time?” I asked. She shook her head. “Silver is a regular though” she glanced at me and smiled. “You should see the look on your face. Was life before WhiSare that luxurious?”

she spites at Dustin, dialling ruthlessly before placing the phone to her ear, “being too busy to confirm if you have feelings for me or not, we wouldn’t be having this conversation…Luke, can I get the next ticket to Glasgow tonight? Thanks. Don’t ever contact me.” “Leah,” I call out, but she ignores storming off in a hurry. I face Dustin, anger now boiling in the embers of my stomach. That was my last straw to remaining sane. I’ve lost everything. “You fucking did this on purpose.” He scoffs, wearing a nefarious smirk. “I thought you’d be happy. Now you get to have me all by yourself.” I scoff as well, looking over his shoulder at the audience he had brought with him. They are really invest

Don't flatter yourself. Dexter's hands clenched into fists, and his face flushed with shame and irritation. He clearly hadn't expected me to be so blunt. Seeing that the emotional plea wasn't working, he cast a quick glance at Leah, who had been silent, and a new idea seemed to click. Dexter filled his eyes with fake tears and stepped protectively in front of Leah. "Fine! Melvin, since you hate me so much, I'll take all the blame. Tell your lawyer to withdraw the charges against Leah.

The urn fell from his hands and crashed into the floor, causing my ashes to scatter everywhere. His smirk now malicious, Dominic said, "Oops! Sorry about that. It slipped from my hands." After that, he stuck out a foot and began grinding my ashes down. My breath was hitched in my throat as I met Dominic's eyes, which were devoid of any mirth. I opened my mouth, yet I couldn't make a sound. Only when my ashes were completely ground into the gaps between the tiles and mixed with the dust did Dominic retract his foot. There was a pleased look on his face.