Fanfiction Blue Bloods Novels & Stories

I walked back inside, not giving his words a second thought. I had thought Blueblood was speaking from a place of jealousy, as a man whose wife had cheated on him, but now I knew I was wrong, we had both been wrong. Blueblood had known his daughter wasn’t healthy, and he had let the world think his wife had cheated on him and probably died at his hands instead of spreading the truth that her heart had killed her. She had died bringing a baby to this world. Whether Blueblood liked it or not, he loved his daughter. Had it been her choice? To bring a baby to this world even if it would cost her something as precious as her own life?

“I don’t give a shit about dad’s approval, and I have never been jealous of you. All I wanted was to never be part of the shit company named after us. He wouldn’t let me go! I was happy to let you become the next blood sucker in this family.” He scowls at me but doesn’t say another word. The others come in and one of them grabs Tet pulling him to his feet and dragging him out of the room. I run back over to where Blue is laying on the ground and kneel next to her. “Blue. Come on baby wake up.” I pat her gently on the cheek, but she doesn’t wake up. I place two fingers on the pulse point of her neck and only feel a faint thump against my finger.

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

Blood and Water is a story that points to a civil war in West Africa, Nigeria and the hovering hunger for survival by two teenage boys. Hope you enjoy. Completed version with no coins for now. Make sure you drop your reviews... *** Rumours of a War A proverb says that when it rains everyday, there is a bound of sorrow within the rain. Maybe we were not that rich but we were happy or we claimed to be. The only problem was that I was no longer in school. I think I liked it that way, school stress was so hard especially now that I was in the junior secondary.

“If we’re about to let a mad billionaire genius poke around in our bloodstreams, we might as well get a good payout. Remember our friendship contract: page six, clause four. All poorly thought-out ideas must be pursued together.” Zaria giggled. “Fine. But if this ends with us getting microchipped…” “Then at least we’ll be matching!” Sienna raised her iPad up. It showed her hitting submit on their information on separate tabs. “Done! We’re officially mystery trial babes. They might not even mind us, Z.” They smiled at each other and Zaria stood up, suddenly filled with love for her friend. She stooped down to hug her. “I love you, Sienna.”

He’d seen his mother with bruises enough times. In his dressing room he pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and stopped short at his bed. Blood? Why was there blood on his sheets? Faro did a sweep of his room and he walked over to his desk and bent to pick up the papers from the floor. Faro frowned as he looked at the marriage contract that now held Sihana’s signature. The blood drained from his face and his hands started to shake as he put the contract down on the table. What the hell happened last night?

"If you don't want to help, I will!" I started walking. I hadn't taken three steps before the sun suddenly disappeared. The sky darkened a bit as if it was going to rain. I looked at a man with blue eyes. I was surprised to see that vampire. "Who is he? He's handsome!" "Oh my god! Is that what we will see here at school? I'm not leaving!” “Is that Craven? Oh Em Ghieeeee!” I heard the screams of female vampires. They are like cockroaches and bees. My God! They are a pain in the ears!

“Winter. Please don't make this harder than it already is.” I bite down on my lips. Tasting stale blue blood. In some stories, blue blood is given to a brave, strong person. In my world. Blue blood is for the weakest of the weak. Witches barely bleed, and when they do, it's light gray. I guess that's the price for being as weak as me. The powerful make moves and the weak suffer for it. “When?” I ask finally. The silence on her end does nothing but make me more afraid. “Today in a week. This time next week.”

you can sense the contempt in her voice from miles away. I don't say anything else; I don't want to talk. Right now, I'm sitting in the garden, under a tree, it's quite cool here. Before she arrived, I was taking the opportunity to read theoretical books about wolves and learn more about this term "blue blood." I don't know why, but something compels me to learn more about these people and their traditions. I feel like I somehow belong to all of this... I shake my head to dispel that thought. "Uh, Isabella?" I get her attention. "When I was with the alphas and the principal, that Melanie referred to herself and her family as 'blue blood,' what is that?" I ask curiously, not really wanting to

I say, choosing not to be direct with you. "I have heard," he says, entering the house, and walking past me. "A word reached me. That Blue Blood is going to start flowing in the veins of your family's lineage. Is that so?" I am not very surprised that he found out. Nothing ever goes past him. "I wouldn't have reached that conclusion if I were you," I say, following after him. "Why not? Don't you want that? You know we are not like the human race. We only get one partner our entire life and we never get to choose who it should be. It is quite inevitable that the Blue Blood will soon flow in the veins of your descendants," he says.