Novel Blue Novels & Stories

that is how my life in the Volatile Hounds came to an end. Blinking away those memories, Nathan noticed that dawn was approaching as he made his way through the silent corridors of his home. Nathan paused by a window as the beautiful morning rays shone through and warmed his pale skin. His crimson red and Amber orbs stared into the sky for a moment as he began to wonder what would happen.

As I go deeper into the woods, into a deeper part that I've never been to, I stop running. I then sense something, I'm not alone. I look around and spot a huge wolf. He's looking straight at me. His wolf is beautiful, he's light grey and white with a tad of dark grey mixed in some spots, and on top of that, he is the only wolf I've ever seen with such startling blue eyes. Then I caught his scent. It's amazing, but hard to describe. I lock eyes with him and everything starts to fall into place. My eyes go wide. I can feel my wolf going crazy wanting to be next to him.

It shook its head dumbly, "I don't know, Hana. But Blue doesn't accept fire, so we can't make new weapons," Hana moved closer to the Blue pot. She carefully picked it up and examined it. There was no rejection; Hana added to her doubts. She quickly sent Worn to glow at the highest level and brought the Blue pot closer. Blue was as cold as ever despite the heat that could burn whatever metal it passed.

“I’ll be alright. There’s some sort of potion in here that’s supposed to get me through until someone comes to pour me into the back of a truck and take me back.” I chuckled. “How are things at Blood Moon?” He nodded. “Good. Homey. David’s…Well, David.” I laughed. “I know what you mean. Have you been eating well? You’re in new clothes again.” “I think Blue is rage shopping,” he said. “Who’s Blue?”

The sweetheart neckline curves gently, the skirt falling in flowing waves. Maren breathes out in awe. “It’s beautiful. Who would’ve thought something like this would come our way? A blessing, right when you needed it.” Her optimism radiates, filling the room like sunshine after rain. I can hardly breathe. My mind flashes back to the slip of paper I’d picked earlier during the partner selection—the same shade of blue. And now this. Blue has never been my favorite color. At least, it never used to be. But now, something about it draws me in. It feels familiar, almost comforting, like it’s tugging at a memory I can’t quite reach.

"Sofia, you are marrying the most powerful being alive in a castle-mansion in front of an entire pack that is divided about whether you should exist. Everything about this is dramatic." I looked at her. "The blue," she said firmly. Lilly, from the window seat, held up her notebook: The blue. Kara is right. "You're supposed to be objective," I told her. She wrote: I am being objective. The blue is objectively the best. I looked at the fabric. Deep midnight blue, the colour of the sky at the moment just before full dark, with a quality to it that caught the light differently depending on how you moved. It was, objectively, the best.

"And you're Daddy's princess." My heart melted. "I wore white the first time, sweetheart. Maybe this time I'll wear something different. Something that represents starting over." Nova frowned, thinking hard. Then her face lit up. "What about blue? Like Daddy's eyes?" I stared at her. Blue. "Blue," I repeated. "That's perfect." The boutique owner overheard. "We have some beautiful blue gowns. Let me show you." She brought out a stunning ice-blue dress. Elegant. Simple. Nothing like a traditional wedding gown.

Damian's pov As I stepped into the kitchen, the sight that greeted me was a blend of chaos and charm. Nora, my eight-year-old daughter, was standing on her tiptoes, trying to reach into a cabinet while Blue, the woman who had inexplicably turned my night into utter bliss, was packing a lunchbox. It was amusing to see Nora’s disdain for the task juxtaposed with her enthusiasm for watching Blue Bloods. She claimed it was as satisfying as ASMR, whatever that meant. I leaned against the wall, arms crossed, taking in the scene. Their interaction was a curious mix of playful bickering and warmth, and I found myself unable to look away from fromBlue.

“He was breathtakingly handsome and had the most beautiful set of blue eyes he had ever laid his eyes on. The kind that got you lost in them. So addictive and so compelling he literally got lost in them. So lost in them.” “Then the boy asked the other boy what his name was,” Alex blushed as he continued. “Unfortunately the other boy was so lost in the boy’s blue eyes he just uttered ‘blue’. Then the other boy thought that was his name and never stop calling him Blue ever since.” “What?” Seb let out alongside laughter, covering his face with his palm. “Blue.” “There you have it.” Alex smiled at him. “That’s how the name Blue came to life.” “That’s so crazy and romantic I had no idea all this

“Come in.” She pushed open the door and stepped inside, her eyes taking in the modern yet elegant decor of the office. It was a testament to Asher Kingsley’s refined taste—clean lines, luxurious materials, and an expansive view of New York’s skyline. Asher himself was seated behind a minimalist desk, engrossed in a stack of blueprints. His intense blue eyes lifted to meet hers, and for a moment, the outside world seemed to vanish.