Fanfic Blue Bloods Novels & Stories

Fate was a cruel mistress. Meeting the gaze of her waiting mother planted rather stiffly at the dining table, Blue hadn’t the same sorrow she would some mere days ago. The memory of her evening with Vincent warmed her about as much as a cheap lighter would in a blizzard, though she was certainly in no position to be finicky. So pressed on. Glancing nervously at her father, she lost all feeble nerve that had drawn her from her bed in the first place, propelled only by her baser instincts begging for a solid meal. Sunk to her chair. Smiled in the same rigid manner she had Richard. Thanked Anya quietly as she presented the dish that smelt so richly of garlic it had coaxed her from her bedroom.

Blood. Dread settled over me like a heavy shroud. The once serene garden now bore the threatening mark of violence. I knelt down, scrutinizing the crimson stain on the ground. Fear coiled in my stomach, and the silence of the garden seemed to echo with the ominous weight of the unknown. Zoey's disappearance had already been a challenging situation, but the presence of blood escalated the situation to a new level of urgency. Every worst-case scenario raced through my mind. I couldn't lose her. Not after all she had been through.

Here are my little mate sequences and their blur: 1. Bound by Blood and Love Blur - : In a world where the supernatural and humans coexist, "Bound by Blood and Love" follows Victoria, haunted by her past, as she discovers her daughter Alisha is fated to be with a powerful vampire, Ryan. Duty separates them, but as their destinies intertwine, Victoria must reconcile her protective instincts with cosmic forces. Battles between supernatural factions loom, testing their love and resolve. As tensions rise and alliances form, Victoria faces a pivotal decision, leading to a climactic showdown. This tale of love, duty, and sacrifice explores the enduring power of family and fate in a captivating wor

"I don't believe she has one. If she did, we would have heard it from the demons.” “Really?” said Stephanie. “Yes. My family doesn’t have one. We use a human surname on legal documents, but it’s not part of our true birth name,” said Jennifer. “It just means she is from an older bloodline,” said Ralphonse. “If she has one but doesn’t know it, would it impact her bond with Frank?” said Stephanie. “Depends on the bloodline. However, Blue is a spirit mage, so she should have been able to start the binding ritual regardless,” said Ralphonse.

I got out of bed, wondering who it could be, and that's when I saw Davies walking into the house, bleeding profusely. My heart skipped a beat as I rushed towards him, but Jason stopped me, his expression grim. "Let him handle it, Stephanie," he said, his voice firm. But my eyes had already caught the color of Davies' blood and it wasn't red. How could he not have red blood? It was blue. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I stared at Jason, my mind racing with questions. Who exactly was this man? Why did he have blue blood? What else was he hiding from me?

I know she won’t forget this. I step out and see Mike walking towards me, his lips open to speak but I walked right past him, I was done with him for now, one more minute and I would most certainly kill him. I’m not allowed to do that. Not yet and it pisses me off to see him breathing the same air that Blue breathes. (Flashback ends.)

Damian's pov As I stepped into the kitchen, the sight that greeted me was a blend of chaos and charm. Nora, my eight-year-old daughter, was standing on her tiptoes, trying to reach into a cabinet while Blue, the woman who had inexplicably turned my night into utter bliss, was packing a lunchbox. It was amusing to see Nora’s disdain for the task juxtaposed with her enthusiasm for watching Blue Bloods. She claimed it was as satisfying as ASMR, whatever that meant. I leaned against the wall, arms crossed, taking in the scene. Their interaction was a curious mix of playful bickering and warmth, and I found myself unable to look away from fromBlue.

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If someone had told me that I would be willingly and passionately kissing Julian Kincaid's daughter, I would have laughed and shot them in the chest. But then no one saw that the daughter Carmen Kincaid enthusiastically parted with was not a Kincaid by blood. So, in some twisted way, Mia isn’t our enemy; she is the daughter promised to us that would pacify the blood feud between our warring families, and honestly, I don’t think it would make a difference if she were a true Kincaid. The first time I laid eyes on Mia, it was as if she had magically summoned vines of affection to disperse from my heart, capturing the cold organ and pumping life back into it.

I struggled wildly, my nails leaving bloody scratches on their arms. One of them cursed and gripped my arm tighter. I could feel my bones groaning under the pressure. "You can't do this!" I screamed at Darren. "I'm your wife! This is your blood! The baby will die!" "Then let it die," Darren said, looking down at me. "A bastard with tainted blood doesn't deserve to live in this world." The moment the needle pierced my skin, a burning pain spread through my veins. The drug felt like liquid fire coursing through my body.