Novelas y relatos de Rusty Bluey

I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, letting the air fill my lungs while I assessed my body and heart. It was only the morning of my birthday, and I knew my gifts wouldn’t manifest until tonight under the bright moon. The fact that it was a Blue moon made my insides tingle. Blue moons in and of themselves were rare. Mix it with the Cold full moon of December, which was always special to witches, made this an extraordinary night. Or, so I hoped. The Cold Moon marked the earth’s slumber and going inward for transformation. I knew my birthday falling on this day meant something significant. Despite the nightmare I had just woke up from, I smiled and ran downstairs after getting dressed. I grabb

As soon as I got to the split in the path, my attention was instantly pulled towards my destined mate and at the same time, my heart broke. He was handsome, that was absolutely certain. He stood about six-foot-something, was athletic in build but not overly muscular and had dyed blue hair, which he had grown out past his shoulders. His stubble, however, was rather blond, which hinted at the true colour of his hair. Two beautiful blue eyes had flecks of green within them, which melted my heart. Yet his expression was one of knowing what I was, and he was not happy to see me at all.

After all I have had enough surprises for the past few days or two weeks if I might be skeptical enough. I turn around to see who the voice belongs to, and standing just a few feet away from me is a young girl, probably eighteen or nineteen I guess and boy does she gives it away that her favorite colour is blue. She is dressed in a blue gown, her hair is a mass of flaming blue and even her irises, christ.. "That's a lot of blue there girl" I cannot help but comment She grins and shrug. "Well, my name is Blue, Princess and I would be your handmaiden as from this day"

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

I’m lucky enough that I’m still breathing. The dark skinned Lycan left me in a room with a connecting bathroom. I’m struggling with just taking off my shirt as I shuffle towards the bathtub. My ribs are definitely broken; every effort I make and breath I take makes me shudder in pain. As I reach the bathtub, I strip from the torn garments. Turning on the faucet, I sit on the edge and lift my left foot to it. Taking off the ripped piece of my pants from my ankle, I close my eyes when it tugs at the dried blood over the gash. The blood had dried and created a crust with the fabric itself. Deep breaths, in and out, I rip the fabric off. Instantly, the wound starts bleeding out, and I clench my

Marian had spun on her heel, they had reached the borderland between the infants and tweens clothing, a tauntingly wide aisle. “But not yet?” “Blue…” “He’s not as awful as you think,” “You may have been too young to remember how serious his arrest was, but I wasn’t.” Blue turned on her heel, leaving her mother standing on the cusp of childhood purgatory. She returned to the male infant clothing. “Blue…” “I’m not mad,” She glanced to her mother, retrieving the same train sweater in a powder yellow. She quite liked the red and dandelion together. Wished she could find one in her size. Snorted quietly at the thought. “I get it.”

“You know nothing! I agreed to this stupid deal to get you off of my back. I don’t know why you won’t reject me. There is nothing about me that is nice. You will soon see!” The outburst was a little unexpected and even Bree takes a step back from her friend. Blue backs down when she realises that she had scared her best friend. “I’m going to bed.” She half stumbles out of the kitchen and past Jaxon. The wolfsbane was having more of an effect on her than she let on. Blue crashes through the door to the hallway. We could hear her trying to make her way to her bedroom, randomly bumping into the walls like she had been drinking strong alcohol.

“Rotten thing” Those words filtered and echoed into Bluey's head as she got to her room. Her eyes were a blurry mess of tears and phlegm. Khaid's control is toggling a painful memory and she has no control over it. She is not healed yet. She managed to walk to her bed but she crouched in a heap and wept bitterly.

His strong arms yank me into a hug and I reciprocate it, slinging my arms around him too. “Now, enough of this lovey stuff. Check out this new store that the villagers had the idea of creating.” He said as he pulled back, his finger pointed out a completely neatural colored store with a royal blue door frame and flag. My eyebrows furrowed as we walked up to it and opened the door. I felt Rhyland directly behind me as we stepped into the shop and I felt my eyes almost pop out of my skull. Everything from books to stones and journals.. all about BlueBloods. Stones with riveting blue tones sparkled as they hung on a post, and were made into necklaces.

She blinks and looks at him, “You think so?” He gestures to his own eyes, “Oh.” She looks sad, “Oh, Hon. No. I just mean the blue.” She blinks again and looks up at him confused. He smirks, “They are such a striking blue and I’ve only ever seen the like on Bone-Witches, admittedly they weren’t as nice as you, but that’s beside the point, Hon.” Seb stirs the bags in the large pot, trying to make sure they’re all evenly cooked.