Fanfic Blue Bloods Novels & Stories

she said lightly, her voice just shy of convincing. Dorian’s piercing blue eyes narrowed. He stepped closer, folding his arms as he studied her carefully. “You can fool anyone else, Irwin, but not me seriously. Your face is pale Irwin, and your energy... Is off, just mere looking at you Irwin. What is wrong?”

the crazy crowd that loved the sight of blood. Suddenly, Blue Blood hit Neil in the abdomen, and he crashed heavily on the floor. Blue Blood instantly rose to his feet... I saw it again... the fangs, the inhumane golden eyes filled with bloodlust, and the claws that had replaced the nails on his fingers. He was ready to fight back with his ability. Neil was shocked—I could see the shock on his face as he crawled away from Blue Blood, who was staring at him with so much bloodlust. At the same time, Neil rose to his feet with his eyes glued on Blue Blood. I could feel his resignation to fight back as he extended his own claws again.

"That is because you have built this fantasy in your head where one hookup means we are destined to be together. It does not. I have fucked half the girls at Luxemount, you are not special." The color drained from her face, but her eyes hardened. "I am special. I am a Moreau. I am the only one worthy of you." "Jesus Christ," Ethan ran a hand through his hair in frustration. "Do you even hear yourself? This is not the fucking Middle Ages. I am not going to marry someone because our fathers shook hands over brandy when we were in diapers." "We were promised...”

“Today, the blood either bends… or breaks.” I nodded, even though my vision blurred. My body trembled. Every part of me felt like it had been beaten from the inside, like my bones were trying to shift into something new. Carlos had tried to stay, but I’d asked him to leave. I didn’t want him to see me like that—sweaty, gasping, screaming. This wasn’t a battle of swords or claws. It was a battle inside my blood. The Blue Blood. A dormant power that lived in me for years, quiet but present. The bloodline of an ancient warrior clan—fierce, magical, feared.

Blue Bloods BY MELISSA DE LA CRUZ Imagine Gossip Girl, plus vampires. The series is based on an outrageous idea — so completely over the top that it almost works. The families that came over on the Mayflower, the 400 "top families" in American society, are really vampires, reincarnating over and over. So, many of the people going to elite private schools on the Upper East Side of Manhattan and wearing Prada bags are really vampires. (Perhaps that's why they don't eat and look like social X-rays!) But besides being the reincarnation of people like Miles Standish, the author also presupposes that they go back so far that they are the reincarnation of the original archangels. East Side socialit

My heels echoed against the cold marble—a surface my father adored but I loathed. Not for its beauty, but for the way it betrayed even a single drop of blood. A nightmare for the maids, though they deserved far better after all they’d seen. Soon, I would change that. Once I inherited my father’s empire, they would never have to scrub away another man's sins. Exhaling softly, I ran a manicured hand through my platinum locks, steadying myself. I was heading to my father’s office for a meeting that could alter the balance of power—one contract, one signature, one carefully calculated move. I could not afford a mistake.

Vivienne looked gorgeous in her deep-blue bubble gown, which complemented her eyes and her blonde hair. Stopping at our destination, she pushed the oak door open. It took a minute for my eyes to adjust to the dim light in the hall. The party was already in full swing. Vivienne chuckled and hugged my arm tightly. Her excitement was contagious. She was like a child attending prom for the first time. “Let’s get you a drink,” she offered, pulling me towards the bar. She tapped her bright red nails on the counter impatiently. “Hey… can I get sex-on-the-beach…” she glanced at me. “Anything?”

The dark veins on her neck moved slightly with her pulse. -- Lucian had left three boxes of books stacked against the far wall of the main room and I opened the first one and started reading and did not stop for hours. Most of it was terrifying in the specific way that information is terrifying when it confirms the worst thing you were already afraid of. Soul possession through blood magic. The host soul weakens incrementally with each surfacing of the invading consciousness. Over time the host's grip on their own body becomes unreliable, then intermittent, then absent. The invader does not kill the host. They simply crowd them out, slowly, until there is nothing of the original person left