Romantic Blue Novels & Stories

I asked him curiously and he chuckled. "Yours and Lennex's is silver and means you both communicate well with each other. Blue is very rare and means that their souls strengthen each other. Unfortunately, if one dies the other one will as well. It's a mate bond greatly respected by both our species because of its rarity," he answered and I looked at the couple smiling happily at each other and sighed. "He told me he'd treat her like a queen and I believe him," I mumbled softly and my father chuckled.

The aroma is sweet with a hint of floral and fruit. Here on Bluestoria, blue roses are sacred, meaning purity, power, sensitivity, and love. They also symbolize peace, expectations, and anticipation. The blue rose is a perfect flower for telling a loved one that you are thinking about the evolution of your relationship or showing your love for someone you find unreachable. The unimaginable joy of the beginning of a new venture. It signifies a fresh start in love. It brings the hope of falling in love and makes miracles happen. It’s the mystery of the impossible.

Ameliah said and bowed a little before walking out of his room still calculating if she was seeing things last night… She disposed of the cleaning utensils and walked to her room, then she took out the book she bought from the old woman. “La Luna Azul” She read out loud and then opened the book to the first page… “La Luna Azul (the blue moon) is a powerful weapon of destruction capable of dissipating vampires and werewolf.” She read out loud… She laid down on bed in a comfortable position and then continued to read… “Vampires; not only are they strong, but they are super fast in moving and their main source of nutrition is blood. They have a very sharp eye sight and possesses many other abil

My body is flushed against him. "Hey." I grin. "Close your eyes." He says as he tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "Why?" I ask . "Just do it." He says and close my eyes. In a breeze, he's behind me. His fingers brush my neck . He takes my hair in his hands and he puts it aside. Something cold touches my neck and I inhale. He kisses my neck and he gives me an open mouthed kiss on my pulse so his tongue swirls and his fangs graze the sensitive skin. He takes my hand then leads me somewhere inside my room. I trust him so I keep my eyes closed and follow him. He stands in front of me and kisses my forehead lightly and then kisses my lips. Just a peck but full of feelings, emotions. I o

She frowned pensively, looking back at her reflection and swishing the skirts. "Well, why not, love? You deserve to look just as beautiful as all the others there." Katrice stepped closer, snatching a matching blue shawl from a stand, and wrapped it around Sapphira's shoulders. "I can't afford this, Katrice," Sapphira said quietly, blushing. She had seen the price tag when she struggled to get it on a few minutes earlier and nearly fainted. Katrice hummed and stepped back, looking Sapphira and the dress up and down.

I smiled as I walked into the closet and Velia and Diana helped me put it on. The base of the gown was a rich, deep shade of royal blue, akin to the vast, starry night sky. It shimmered with a subtle luminescence as if tiny stars were embedded within the fabric itself. The gown was designed to flow gracefully around my figure, accentuating my natural elegance and poise.

Nolan held the back of her hand and raised his brows. “Blue roses?” Her scarlet lips curled slightly. “Others might prefer red roses and white roses, but I like the rarest of them all. Blue roses are as charming as you are, so who wouldn’t like them?” Nolan’s lips moved closer to her cheek. “Oh, are you admitting that I’m charming?” She choked on her own saliva and turned her face away. “It’s a known fact even if I don’t want to admit it.”

The screams gave way to a low, continuous growl that vibrated through the very floor. Where Nate had been, a wolf now stood. It was the most beautiful and terrifying thing Kieran had ever seen. Its fur was a silky, shimmering midnight blue, a color Kieran had never seen in any wolf, ever. White wolves were rare, legends whispered about them. But blue? It was unprecedented, a color stolen from the deep night sky just before true darkness fell. Yet, this breathtaking beauty was marred, as if the transformation had been stopped midway. Jagged, pitch-black streaks, covered the entire left side of its powerful body, a stark, violent contrast to the luminous blue.

I adored him in every kind of suit, but, for some reason, his sexiness reached a whole new level when he wore any shade of blue. "Blue." Voicing that one word again filled my whole body with strange agitation. "Oh, that's perfect!" Veronica exclaimed, clasping her hands together. "We have a perfect design for decorations with light-blue and—" "No. " I shook my head with confidence. "It cannot be light-blue. The shade must be darker, like cobalt blue, navy blue, or... indigo blue. "

"Blue is cold and calm, normally gives a feeling of lonely and sorrow; but white, white is tricky. They way you surrounded white with blue here, is a symbol of safety and peace, and the sweet you put in the white level is the perfect evidence." "Maybe I'm just fond of the night!" Kitty held up her arms in front of her chest, hinting the dark sky above their head. "Yeah, that's true. But you named it Winter Night. Winter is already cold. Why is your winter night in dark blue but with a soft spot that was sweet? This drink starts with sour but ends with a hint of faint pine sweet, it's not horror and pain, it's--" He suddenly stopped. "It's what?"