Puisi Biru Novels & Stories

Alex and Uri then go to a "blue" road. It is called "blue" because both sides of the road and the ground are paved with a blue stone that Uri does not know the name of them. It has a rather dark blue color, quite similar to sapphire. Sometimes the wall surface will be reflective, flashing light streaks, seen as very eye-catching. Because the stones gave off blue light, this road without lights could still see the way. Uri felt like he was lost in a fairy-tale world. He never thought that in real life there would be such beautiful architecture, let alone this underground, not to mention the area of kidnappers.

He had found himself. He had become Blue. --- Months later, on a warm summer evening, Blue unveiled his newest painting. It wasn’t for sale, nor was it for public display. It hung in their apartment, above the couch where they often curled together after long days. The painting was simple: two figures standing side by side, holding hands beneath a sky of deep blue breaking into dawn. It was his final confession, his final masterpiece. Elijah kissed his temple as they stood before it. “What do you call this one?”

he informed The vehical that arrived to pick them up was more like a mini bus, on the way to the Villa he briefed them about the Island, the people and the tribe. Mahira learnt that the island was named Island Blue Rose because it was the only place in world where they found a rose that was blue and it was naturally cultivated, however there was a catch here, not all blue roses found here were about fragrances, there were some types that were poisonous and could kill a person.

the abbot coaxes I blink slowly, and upon closer inspection, I notice the rock is a slivery blue not white as I initially thought When my attention returns to the abbot, I realize he’s still talking, “-And a child is born, when the moon is full and blue, the goddess will descend and bless.” When the power of the moon is at its peak. The blue moon, he mentioned that before, when he was going on about their study on how silver ones came to be, at that time, I imagined he was speaking figuratively when he said, the birth of a silver one is as rare as the sight of a blue moon in the sky, but what if it is not? I want to laugh but I bite my tongue, because I get the feeling if I were to start, I

“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.”

She was so different from the rest of the women he had met. More unique. More compassionate. More passionate about things that affected her and the people around her. His eyes glanced through the poems he had added to his favorites and saw one that reminded him of her in the past and couldn’t but close his eyes and sigh in agony he couldn’t help himself and stretched to take her hand in this. He however knew this poem like the back of his hand. Written by Peter Gizzi, it stunned him each time because it depicted her perfectly. The shine on her buckle took precedence in the sun

At that point, she was by herself. Disoriented, terrified, and all by herself, the young girl made her way through the dense woodland, her legs shaking with tiredness as she made her way through the thick forest. The branches of the trees reached out to her like skeletal hands, preparing to drag her back into the abyss. The trees towered above her like black sentinels. She tried to remember her mother’s face, her father’s voice, but the memories slipped away like sand through her fingers, leaving her adrift in a sea of darkness.

Kabir, “Now that’s a good question. Legend says after he witnessed the destruction caused by Serkhet he was swept with regret and a bitter realization of what his obsession in finding the perfect celestial has caused, disregarding the forces of nature. It is said that he handed over the Heavenly Realm to his daughter Isret and became a human to live among his creations in secret. However, the rumor goes that his powers did not diminish even when he became a human. He had followers who were loyal worshippers of him and also safeguarded his secret. The Faith of the Blue was a staunch devotee and powerful sect who were the only ones that had the knowledge of Uraos’s whereabouts and secrets.” Ne

I knew she was here. It was now beyond her scent. I could feel it. I could taste it on my lips. Mine. I crushed the thought before it could fully form. Annie sat across the room with Balor, in the obvious and noticeable part of the pub. But that wasn’t Annie. She hated being the center of attention. There was no way on earth Balor could know that. She was in a blue dress – the one I’d gotten for her on her last birthday. It slipped off one shoulder, her ginger curls falling down her back and framing her face. She looked like a wild flower. The only problem was that I didn’t think she knew that. Annie looked too young to be here, too beautiful to be let out.

She said and smiled… Ameliah held Stephen’s hand which made him look at her. They smiled at each other before returning their gaze to the woman… “We want to know how this book came into existence?” Stephen said… “This book titled ‘La Luna Azul’ also known as the blue moon, is a book that was written by your ancestors, that is the first vampires and werewolf who came into existence. This book has now been passed from generation to generation in order to help the future generation prepare for the coming of the Blue Moon. I gave this book to Ameliah because i know that in one way or the other you’ll get to know about this book.” She said…