Lucy Bleu Knight Novels & Stories

“There has to be a story there, but Daemon is the most secretive member of the warriors I know. He barely talks. No one knows a thing about him, other than his… well... his…” "Sleeping around?" I rolled my eyes, getting on my feet again. "You can say it, Lena. Everyone in the Blue Moon Pack knows it, even if they don't talk about it." “Yeah,” she sighed. “That.” Lean moved towards me, unzipping my dress and letting it pool around my feet. I stepped out of it and walked to the bathroom. “You can go to bed, Lena. I want to be alone.” “Are you sure, Annie? I mean… I am not…”

But that doesn't matter, its alright with me. "My Lady, shall we get ready now?" Lucy asked with a bright smile. I just nodded and let her do her magic. Lucy chose a beige classic smocked puff sleeves dress that is a few inches above my knee paired with maroon block heel, the accessories Lucy chose was a layered heart rose gold necklace, two charm bracelets and a luxury watch. She curled my hair a bit so that it would pop, she applied a little bit of make up too so that my complexion would be more naturally rose and won't be so pale.

They purchased Bianca’s dress and made their way out onto the street. “You were going all witchy in there against Guy.” “I know. I know. I couldn’t control it.” She was so angry at Guy for not claiming her friend when he clearly needed to. Lucy hadn’t heard any tales of what happened to males if they didn’t claim their mates. What would happen to Guy if she took Bianca away? “You’re going to have to do better. It wouldn’t exactly be good if you appeared on the evening news.” Lucy nodded. Her parents had always told her to be careful about her powers. Most of the time, she chanted or meditated in order to stay calm, but whenever it came to Bianca, she was very protective of her.

I thought we would keep walking side by side like that, chasing the same goal all the way forward. That was until he met Lucy Quinn. Lucy was a dance student. Unlike us quiet, introverted nerds who only knew how to grind through problem sets, she was bold, bright, and confident. Her figure could be seen everywhere on campus, and she was famously popular. The first time I heard the name Lucy was during the provincial ballet competition. As the school's representative, she took first place. That day, she wore a pristine white ballet dress, and congratulatory posters were plastered all over campus.

I smile at her, and she grins at me "I'm Blu." She says, "No way." I say, and she laughs. "I know right, My parents were really funny." She smiles, and I chuckle, pointing to her hair "I know, I know, but I just love the hair, It's not my fault it coincides with my name." I nod "It's nice to see a cool witch." She looks at me, and only then do I remember I haven't introduced myself. "I'm Luc." "I know you, you're the Lycan, the only Lycan in the pack." She says, and I frown

I had Victoria bring some of our best warriors here to protect the twins from whatever could be coming for them. As I headed out to the car to wait for Lucy, I saw Lanie on the from steps of the packhouse. It looked like she was meditating. I was about to approach her when your eyes went black like glowing black like how Lucy's go red. They flickered black-back to blue and then white. She threw her hands in the air and let out a frustrated cry!

It was, after all, within her. “There is another way,” Lucy appeared before her. Lucy’s face was deathly white, her irises blanched in death, her lips blue. She offered Aislen a bloodied knitting needle. “It hurts like nothing else, but give it a good shove, and you won’t be pregnant anymore.” Aislen danced back from the puddle of blood that formed around Lucy’s feet, dripping down her legs and staining her socks. “They don’t care what happens to us,” Lucy told her, her skin turning black and her body crumbling into dust before Aislen’s eyes, until nothing remained but a sticky pool of blood reflecting her own face back at her.

But no, of course no. Lucy was what? Twenty-one? Twenty-two? And Blaze was what forty-two? Forty? The age gap between them was large not to ignore and I sincerely think Blaze wouldn’t make a move on Andro’s little sister, it would be—what was the word for it catastrophic? Plus Lucy and Blaze might have had the same hair color but that was where their similarities ended. Blaze was short circuited and Lucy well she was like the same me that was cocooned by my father against the reality in the world. She was my friend but she was also a trust fund baby who hadn’t gone through much shit to understand a man like Blaze.