Romantic Blue Novels & Stories

"Okay, I want something beautiful, that catches the eye immediately, but that isn't to in your face." I say and they all nod their heads, thinking about what I said. “What about dark blues, maybe some light blues inbetween with silver accents?” Asher’s mother suggests and my mother nods her head with a smile. “I like it. Moonlight tones.” She says, I open my mouth to speak but Anna beats me to it. “I like it, but no pastels, just the dark blue with silver.” She says and I nod my head. “Thank you, I was thinking the same.”

"You heard that, Yohan? The omega is asking for our names." I heard the beautiful man whisper to the brute looking man whose name is Yohan. “Should I tell him?” “You’ve already given my name out, idiot. Just answer the question for yourself.” The man named Yohan grumbled. The beautiful man looked at me and gave such a dazzling smile. “My name is Blue.” “Blue. Like the color?” Blue smiled. “Yes. Like the color.”

While we could never predict the outcome with absolute certainty, it was about the intention. The three Nabellos had solidified their bond with their mates, and their roses were all blue. Apparently, there were five rose colors denoting how powerful fate deemed someone. Black was the most common while gold was the rarest. Blue was the most powerful underneath gold. It made sense because of how powerful Nabellos were naturally. The marks on the vampire’s necks were very interesting. They were abstract overlays and were beautiful. Although, I was still biased with the mark on my girl’s neck. She was my blue flaming phoenix and definitely made of fucking fire.

I could still smell the lingering sweet but alluring scent of lemons. The room was like that of Azalea, or even better. It was painted in royal blue. Everything from the curtains, to the bed spread and the rug on the floor was royal blue with a little touch of white. All in all, the room was fit for a princess or a queen even.

I gulp down the wine and take a piece of the cheese and pop it in my mouth, “will it happen to me too, I mean will he consume all my thoughts.” She giggles at me, “yes and you will desire only him.” I arch my brow, “he is very handsome, tall, dark, very muscular and Storm swoons every time he speaks,” I shake my head, “his eyes are so light blue, like the sky.” She smiles at me, “his are like the sky and yours are like the deepest parts of the ocean,” she hums, “hmm, interesting don’t you think, I mean the ocean gets its color from the sky, like the moon gets it’s power from the sun.”

A flowing blue silk gown with off-shoulder straps, delicate crystal detailing, and a corseted waist that would hug every curve I had. “You like it?” he asked. I nodded, swallowing hard. “It’s beautiful.” “Good.” He leaned in, brushing his lips over my cheek. “Because I’m going to make it blue…..for the wedding just for you.” My eyes welled up before I could stop them. He paused, looking confused. “Why are ou crying? Did I say anything wrong?” “No.” I wiped my eyes. “Yes. Maybe….Can you shut up.” “What now?” His brows pulled together. “You don’t like blue anymore?”

Nora said with a shrug. “Yeah but like what blue there's so many kind of blues out there, midnight blue, sky blue, turquoise, um robin egg blue- “Ice blue.” Nora repeated out loud not picking the color but said it because she instantly thought of Jace’s eyes. “Hmm ice blue that's different.” Logan said quietly. “I might be able to find that color.” He said looking around. “It's ok.” Nora said with a chuckle shaking the image of Jace’s face and his eyes that made her shiver out of her mind.

I start to laugh, but she’s too busy kissing Amory all over the face! Amory’s ring literally drained my bank account, but I’m in this shit with her forever so I don’t give a fuck. She’s worth it! The blue heart cut diamond was set in white gold and is surrounded by pink sapphires. It's engraved in Spanish, and as we lay in bed that night she asks me what it means and I read it out to her in English, “mi Amor, because a love like ours is just as rare” (my love). I explain the rarity of the blue diamond and pink sapphires, and compare it to how rare the genuine love we share with each other is!

How could she ask me to leave? Turning my back to her, my claws sank into the dark-toned peninsula desk. I cannot do this. I cannot pathetically stand by and see her deteriorate from contact with me. Her eyes sunken in, her rosy cheekbones protruded, and her complexion was completely brick-red like a roasted lamb. Bluebell is a representation of thankfulness, humility, constancy, and everlasting love in the language of flowers. According to legend, you can win your loved one if you flip a bluebell bloom inside out without destroying it. Howbeit I was ruining her.