Novel Place Blue Springs 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…”

Damian said sarcastically from the shotgun seat. "Hey, there's no wet dogs in my ancestry," Blue replied before Roxie stopped the playful bickering before it got carried away. Blue had talked to his sister, Shaylee, about what was happening. She said that Levi lived near one of the Great Lakes, and she was pretty confident that one of Fiona's elders knew the exact address. The issue was that Blue and Fiona weren't exactly close. Thus the reason why he reached out to Shaylee and not Fiona herself.

I needed to see my parents before that happened. It took about two hours to get to Blue Moon Pack. Our pack was in a very rural area, our town just a few essential buildings. Unlike Fine Meadows, there were no designer shops, luxury hotels and restaurants and high end clubs among other things. We had the essential things like a grocery store, vegetable stands, a small pharmacy, a rusty motel and other ordinary small businesses.

Alison sneaked to the room with a towel on her damp hair and a full heart, unaware that something new had begun, something written long ago in the stars by the Moon Queen herself. She looked at the crescent moon formed on her wrist, and went to sleep. Meanwhile back in Arvendale In Betha’s private estate, she slammed her fist onto a table. “He was spotted in a town near Cold Valley?” “Yes, my lady, the town is called Springfield” the spy said. “Then we're getting closer. We’ll find him soon.”

At Midnight tonight, Sage would officially be eighteen, and we would know for sure what we were to one another. “Dax, please, I have enough to concentrate on today. I can’t have you going crazy in my mind. Once we get to Silver Springs, and take care of what needs to be handled immediately, we will go for a run to the hot springs after. Deal?” I asked. He quieted down, apologized and said that we had a deal. The hot springs are our favorite place in the pack, because of its healing ability. No matter how stressed out I am, or sore I am from training, the hot springs heals my mind and body.

Broken Pieces James pov The Blue Moon Motel sat like a forgotten relic on the edge of Highway 49, its neon sign flickering weakly in the gray morning light. Three hundred miles from Silverstone territory, it existed in the liminal space between pack lands—neutral ground where supernatural beings could rest without fear of territorial disputes or political

Charlie was outside on the lawn, she was talking to Charlotte as they sat on the white bench. It was a typical afternoon in a small town like Bluebridge, where people spend their time together just talking, sipping tea, or take an afternoon walk along the pathways. Some spend it at the lake or on a picnic at the grassy field. He'd miss all those things, he'll remember it as his hometown. Bluebridge will be a place where he'll probably visit once a year and less often with each passing year.

The air was thick with damp earth, and every step made my curiosity gnaw harder at me. “Where are we going?” I asked. “To the Crimson Spring,” he said. “The… what?” “Don’t worry. You’ll understand when we get there.” When we finally broke through the trees, I froze. A magnificent spring spread before me, its waters glittering silver under the faint light. My lips parted in awe. “I never knew this was here. Why do they call it the Crimson Spring?” Jasper checked his watch, lips twitching as if counting down. Then he said, almost like a prophecy:

It was a brick villa with a sitting area and three bedrooms and three baths. When we reached the beach, Blue had tears in her eyes and she cried with the nostalgia of coming back to the place that she was born in. I pulled her into my arms and kissed her as the guilt of keeping her away from her mother-land continued to churn inside me. I was selfish, and she had a chance of getting her life back when I’d died but she’d decided to stay.