Novel Place Blue Springs Novels & Stories

Time was such a funny and powerful thing, its mere passage could transform any impossibility into a possibility. . . . Gray and I were at Blue Ranger's place. She lived alone in a loft-type unit that was bigger than Apartment 202. Which was why it was Scopescape's base of operations. It was a work day for them, but I was present because I'd assisted in unboxing products for their next collection. Now, the two of them were having a meeting at the dining table, while I was playing with 'Gatsby the Goldie' on a nearby two-seater couch.

I had just arrived in Silverbrook Haven and didn't want too much attention. Things with Henry still needed closure. When I left Verdancliff in a hurry, the house servants had packed and shipped almost all my belongings to Silverbrook Haven, including every thoughtful gift he had carefully chosen for me over the years.

He glanced at me, taking his eyes off the road for a moment. "No, I... I don't know, actually. I was just curious, but now that you've mentioned it, maybe there's some interest involved in my curiosity." "Okay, you've just sparked my imagination. We don't want a traffic accident, do we? We should change the subject." "I think I'd like to try some things." "Kate..." He warned. "Okay. End of topic." The journey took longer than expected, and it was past seven when we arrived in Springs. The place was beautiful, surrounded by greenery, and you could see the sea from the immense house Nathan called a cottage.

Casmien's POV Finally we choose to go to Blueblitz Waterfalls, located in the heart of the town. A natural water body falling with a steady speed and flowing in curls and styles. What makes this place special and often visited by tourists is the pure blue water which sprints forth from the waterfall flowing into the lake linking it to the A****n River.

It wasn’t like this before, and I wondered if we got the chance to get the life back we left. “Chester. Two miles away,” Lois read. “That’s where we’re heading,” I replied. “Been there before?” Iris asked. “Nope. Just in case we got into trouble. Don’t fight, unless I say blue.” Okay, that’s not exactly what I have in mind. “Why blue?” I liked how curious she was over everything. She reminded me of Colton when we were just kids. “Just came out.” Perhaps, I thought of a certain blue-eyed every night? I shook the thought out of my head and focused back on the road.

I'm a complete pussy when it comes to the cold. Rain hits at the Montana state line. Camp Springs is two hours northeast of Billings. The rain continues in a steady downpour. The landscape changes to denser trees as I drive into the higher elevation. I honestly haven't concentrated much on my surroundings until now. I'm thirty minutes from Beth's location. I've spent twenty something hours thinking of her and running endless scenarios through my head, so I'm ready for all situations during her extraction.

Glancing up at Rem, he nodded down to me and said, “we can hold them off for a bit while you focus on that.” Grateful, I nodded at Rem and closed my eyes, focusing on what the sky-born shifters could see below them. Below them, lie a large open field, near where the mansion was. There were several camps of people, each with tents or campervans that I assumed to be where they were living for the duration of this attack with us.

Jason pushed them open. The Blue Lounge was named for the deep azure velvet drapes and upholstery. Usually a place of quiet counsel or family gatherings, it now felt like a field hospital after a brutal skirmish. The air hung heavy with the sharp, medicinal tang of wolfsbane salve and something else – the sour scent of neglect, of damp earth, and fear. Ashton’s gaze swept the room, bypassing the worried face of Meredith, Novah’s surrogate mother, who stood wringing her hands near the fireplace. It landed, and stopped.

“A breeze in the blue sky, In which swallows use to fly, Scatters the scent of flowers. Oh, sacred blossoms, take these scars, take these tears, And send them fluttering across the spring sky.” Esper sat atop a marble archway in a garden of ruins. She wore a simple white dress and still had bandages covering most of her body. Her right leg swung slowly back and forth over the edge as she sang to herself. “If I wander about ashore,

“All good now.” Hand in hand, we head to our next destination. The skies are darker, the streets awake and illuminated by the tall street lights. On another corner with an open space, there’s a bench. A small crowd has gathered in front of the bench. Calum stops. “This is it.” * * * * * A/N: Blue Story is a real movie. You can check it out if you like.