Flying Blue Silver Novels & Stories

I placed my fingers on it and I felt a stinging sensation from the touch. Stupefied, I moved closer to the mirror to see what it was. On the spot that connects my neck and my shoulder, a blue glowing bird-like shape with its wings spread wide was visible there, and when I looked closely, I realized that the bird was a phoenix. Being stupefied was an understatement, I was completely amazed. I could fully remember that I didn’t have a tattoo drawn on that spot. Moreover, I don’t have a tattoo drawn on any part of my body, but how this came into being filled me with astonishment.

I think for a moment before rolling my shoulders a little. “You are not strong enough to—” I hear a ripping noise as my wings tear through the back of my shirt. I lean heavily on the crutch, almost falling over from the extra weight they put on my back. I stay standing though, and can’t help but smirk at Logan when he shakes his head at me. “You need to rest. Your wings use a lot of energy, you need to wait before flying again,” he says but I ignore him. I bring one of my wings in front of me to look. The black and white marbling remains, as do the streaks of gold, but the silver is fading. They look a lot like my father’s, only smaller.

And I was done living like a secret. Done being protected into silence. If the world wanted to hunt the silver fox, it was going to learn something my mother’s bloodline had always known: Silver doesn’t break easily. And foxes? Foxes don’t stay caged.

I've done this a thousand times, but for them it's new and terrifying. Hold tight, Silverclaw warns, and then we're airborne. The ground drops away as his wings beat powerfully. Thelma gasps, gripping the scales so hard her knuckles turn white. Neon looks like he might vomit. But as we level out, flying over the burning landscape below, something like wonder crosses their faces. "Now," Thelma says, her voice raised over the wind, "explain. Everything." I take a deep breath. Where do I even start?

She belongs to us. Elara stood on the front steps, dressed in pale blue. The gown was simple, elegant, pressed within an inch of its life. She had spent the morning being combed, powdered, scented, and rehearsed like a product being inspected before shipping. There was nothing personal left on her—not the hairpins she liked, not the bracelet she used to wear when she was alone. She had left her childhood room with a single suitcase. The rest would be sent ahead. It was better this way. Cleaner.

Alex demanded, half-laughing, half-crying as Blue dragged him through the crowd. Blue glanced back, his gray eyes blazing with promise. “Home. Where you belong.” And as the sliding doors of the airport closed behind them, Blue knew one thing for certain—he wasn’t letting go. Not now. Not ever.

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..."

Sofia remarked excitedly upon sensing the abundance of spiritual energy. Elsa added, "The Skyblue Sect truly lives up to its reputation. They've chosen an excellent location as their base." Severin pondered upon their next course of action and said, "Since we're entering their territory, we should disembark from the flying sword and fly without it. The sword is so high-grade that I would think it best not to attract undue attention from other disciples." Sheila agreed, and everyone disembarked from the flying sword. Severin reduced the flying sword's size with his mental energy and stored it back in his spatial ring.

After quite a few moves Nezeira, along with a witty fighting tactic managed to slice off the beasts head. Yihan, stood like a statue, his heart thumped against his chest at a dangerous speed. His eyes were glued to this woman, or vampire. He thought to himself, “So it was you. I saw you back then. But, the eyes? How are they blue? ……….who are you?” Security men poured in swiftly and surrounded Nezeira. She sheathed away her sword, went up to the in-charge and showed the royal i-card. Then she spoke,

Dante inquired as he disengaged from Ann and stretched his hands forth to Silver, expecting a handshake. "Si...SI...SI... Silver". Silver stuttered before she took his hands and her stomach fluttered immediately she felt the warmness of his palms envelope her's. "You two came here together?". Dante asked. Silver nodded as she couldn't remember words to give as a response. Dante smiled and she felt a heat spread through her body. His icy blue eyes never left hers which made Silver blush uncontrollably while she stole a glance at him. You both wanna leave right now or???". Dante asked and before Ann could respond, Silver chimed in.