Novel Blue Novels & Stories

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Blue urged. With the confirmation of David’s presence, Blue relaxed. It did not matter what tricks David had up his sleeve, for Blue was confident that he would be able to deal with them. The entirety of the Iridescent Continent was already under his control. Now, Blue found himself curious about David, he wanted to know how this partial Diety managed to evade detection of his mind power. “Of course, Lord Blue. Please wait, I’ll be right back,” Nova said before flying off towards where David was secluded.

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..."

Welcome, adventurer. The second book of the Blue Triangle Trilogy has finally opened to welcome you back into the world of Earthos. In this book, your journey will continue with King Arth Aragon, Sir Kael Denvorn, and an added narrative from Tristan McGarth's Point of View. You shall not only explore the country of Glacia deeper ... but you shall also travel back into the Underworld ... sail over the western seas ... step into foreign country lands ... and enter the world of dragons.

One thing was sure nobody was safe, from commoner to aristocrat; everyone was infected with the disease that was later remembered as the Crown disease or Crown Virus. A group of ten individuals left town before the infection was starting to spread and stayed in a cave until the pandemic was over. III For now we leave the North and travel down South. Gerta woke that day, too early, even for her own taste. The day was warm with a gentle breeze. She left her room, looked at her beautiful rose garden. The garden was at least three times larger than the normal garden. It was always a place, where liked to be alone surrounded by rows or crimson red rose and a special one, an icy blue rose. She al

The second pirate thug was down, thanks to Aressine. Armon lay in a rapidly-spreading pool of blood, his eyes glazed over. All of our opponents were down, except for one. Cremyne rose slowly to her feet. Then she shrieked, as her body was encased in a nimbus of blue fire. Her lips peeled back over her teeth, and the skin of her face seemed to stretch. Her muscles gave up. Cremyne's lifeless body crumpled to the floor. - "Always wanted to try that spell." said Taliesine.

She says, and I grin, taking all of them in. Blu has sky blue hair, with an eyes that match, I think secretly, she likes her hair, and the colour blue, she'll never admit it though. She has a rascal kind of dress sense, more of street style, a dressing that says I don't care, but looks so beautiful and the amount of time she put into deciding shows she cares.

She can barely speak Spanish, and she's been my best friend for well over six years now. Smirnov stops by my chair and pulls a purple coconut boba from his carrier. "Here you go," he says, setting it on the desk. "Thanks," I look at the cup from Honey's Cafe. The coffee in the carrier is from a different place. Why would he go to two different places just to get me boba? And how does he know what I like to drink? "This is what you like, yes?" "Yeah. Thanks," I say with a nod.

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.

“How many people have you killed, Blue... Iris?” Her eyes suddenly widened, lips parted, then she gulped, but the gun remained pressed against my groin. “H-how d-did you know?” Her question was hesitant and wary. Huh! I could distract her. “My mom had a flower shop. Of all the flowers, she chose iris to bring home every day and placed it in my room. As annoying as it is, I liked the blue one. Your eyes are blue like an iris flower. They remind me of her.”