Novel & Cerita Fanfiction Rookie Blue

I think I heard it when Aaron was telling me but I could not think when he did mention it. “Well, Craving Virus was the substance that gives Blue Blood their superhuman strength and speed. They also have great night vision than humans. If so, I wish to learn their secret,” my master said as I was looking at him. “Sir?” His Holiness turned to look at me as he was staring outside the window. He smiled weakly before he took his seat.

Light flashed on the surface he had stood on. Arth watched in amazement as a large snowflake symbol flashed and glowed on the floor. “What is this … power?” “Wrath of the Blue Dragon,” General Edric called. The snowflake he stood on flashed once again, but this time, blasting out a blue beam above, devouring him with intense light energies.

Unbuttoning her blouse, I unclasp her bra and bring her nipples to my mouth, pulling and sucking hard. “Ash,” she moans out my name in a breathless whisper and wiggles her hips as she pulls her skirt down. My mind goes back to Liam’s face, smiling and happy - before I could even think, I buried myself deep in Fallon. “Ash, wait-” she starts again, but I shut her up with a kiss and flip her onto her stomach. I wrap one hand around her throat and the other around her waist before pounding into her. Why was I feeling so fucking angry? Who Liam’s friends are and who he hangs out with shouldn’t matter to me. It’s not like I’m supposed to be his only friend, right? He was only helping me out with

*Blair Claudette Cavanaugh's POV* --- "They're blue," I told my mate as I kept staring at her eyes, and I never thought that I would be seeing them in this color again. I missed them. I missed staring at her electric blue eyes. "What do you mean blue, Blair?" She asked, wearing a puzzled face, and I smiled as I silently wished to be in my vampire form.

They still looked half-dragon, and as sick as it may sound, I wanted them but controlled myself. "To clear your doubt, Jane. I am a blue-black dragon, and James is a red-black dragon. One wields fire, and the other wields cold fire." Philip said, and I stepped back with shock. That was the exact colour I was seeing. Fuck being rational. Fuck being normal! I believed them. No wonder they couldn't tell me anything. That was a lot of load to dump on anyone. "Wow," I said and tried to catch my breath. Thinking about it, those Lizard agents had used words like human and Forbidden. I knew I had to tell them.

I pick up my brush and resume where I left off. The sky is different today, but I’m trying to picture how it was yesterday when I met Lev. The only thing I can remember was how blue his eyes were. I mix a few colors together to get the perfect hue, and I put it down on the canvas. Perfect. It’s just like the color of his eyes, only it doesn’t have the same wicked intentions baked into it. It’s a bit friendlier. My phone buzzes again. I let out a sigh, checking it again.

His chiseled jaw and sharp nose is everything to make anyone fall for him and fear him at the same time. In comparison to him I have softer features. I have blue eyes and brown hair. I have got my brown hair form my father who has brown eyes and brown hair and blue from my mother who has blonde hair and blue eyes. My brother is the replica of my father and looks like my father's younger self. I look more like my mother in features. I also have muscles and have a big body but in comparison to Elijah I look like a noob. I didn't know that I was so lost in thought while looking at Elijah that he came in front of me bent down with his hands on the bed and was so close to me that our noses were t

This is the correct order of things. She writes: I am thirty-five years old in the second life. In the first life, I was thirty-three, and I had not yet met Ethan and I had not yet begun the ROTC, and I had not yet gone to New York, and I was still inside someone else's architecture. The distance between those two thirty-three-year-olds is the whole story. She reads that last paragraph. Does not cross it out. Puts the pen down.

“Darling… what on earth is this disrespectful girl saying about you?” “Don't listen to a single word she says, Maura,” Bryce commanded defensively, his face flushing a violent, embarrassed red as his delusions of grandeur were stripped away in front of his precious family. “Mom… she clearly doesn't realise that Dad is a close relative of the Alpha King of the Trifang pack,” Ryan said, an arrogant smile curling onto his teenage face as he pulled a phone from his pocket. He tapped the screen repeatedly before thrusting it in front of my face. “He didn't bother telling them about his royal blood because they simply weren't worth knowing.”

Notifications flooded the screen, but I ignored all of them until I saw the newest message request. The profile picture showed an empty hockey rink beneath white lights. The username read BlueLine. My heart lurched. The preview only showed part of the message. It’s me. Blue line. You... My thumb hovered above the screen. One tap and I could read the rest. One tap and I could answer him. I wanted to ask how he had survived these years. I wanted to tell him I had never left willingly. Most of all, I wanted to tell him I still remembered the promise about the blue line.