Rusty Bluey Novels & Stories

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.

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 will make the Greek gods jealous that such beauty who talked about their appearance is snatched from them, quivering under the intensity of a mortal It was almost time for the event and I, for the first time since 3 AM, laid eyes on my Chocolate. She had this beautiful blue satin silk gown on. It had a very provocative layout. It was a sleeveless dress. It showed off her cleavage, the waist was defined, and her hips looked precise. She did represent "Everything Blue." Electrifying, radiant, and provocative. She showed me how much of a weakling she can make me. My eyes went dark. Dark from hunger, need, and jealousy.

When we reached the corner where we always split, he paused. “Do you wanna come over?” he asked. I blinked. “To your place?” He nodded. “My brother works late. You’d be safe.” I hesitated, then nodded. “Okay.” --- Blue’s house was smaller than I expected. A two-bedroom rental tucked behind a bakery, with peeling paint on the front porch and a cracked window that had been patched with duct tape. Inside, it smelled like lemon cleaner and old wood. He kicked off his shoes by the door and motioned toward the couch. “You can sit.”

Ada asked with an optimistic tone. "Oh! Me! Can I!?" A loud bubbly voice waved her arms up from the far left corner of the classroom. Scarlett spotted a teen with white dyed hair that had an umbre effect which faded into an amethyst blue colour halfway down to the ends. Her eyes were a shiny cobalt blue, compared to Scarlett's ocean eyes.

A slow smile spread across Bluey’s face as she showed the message to Pistol. “Well, well,” Pistol drawled, leaning back in her chair with a satisfied look. “Looks like our little bird’s cage just got a bit smaller.” Bluey chuckled, tapping the screen of her phone thoughtfully. “Seems like someone wants us to pay April a visit. And who are we to disappoint?” Pistol’s eyes glinted with mischief. “What’s the plan, Bluey? We gonna pay her a nice, friendly visit?” Bluey shrugged, though her expression suggested anything but friendliness. “We’ll see. Maybe just a reminder that we haven’t forgotten about her. Keep her on her toes.”

In his wolf form, looking like a dire wolf, Nathan and Lilith made their way deeper into the woods behind the school. Once they get deeper into the forest, they both transform back to their human forms as Lilith swallows her nerves and says, “You're Impossibly fast and strong…You undoubtedly have the same markings as mine on your upper back and arms. Your eyes glow a crimson color which is not normal for werewolves, and I know that for a fact since I used to have teal eyes, and now I have emerald green; they sometimes have dots of Amber in them. You have incredible strength, speed, and Power.

In fact, she made it halfway up the steep road leading back to the Rusty Puffin before he called out, “Miz Scarlett?” She shouldn’t have smiled. She shouldn’t have had even that brief moment of thinking, Yes! She shouldn’t have. But she did. She turned. “Yes, Mr. Blue?” she replied, a bit of Southern accent sliding into the words to match his. So unwise. “You ever have a hankering to ride a horse?” “I try not to hanker, Mr. Blue.” Liar. You’re hankering something fierce at the moment. “I’m learning life is simpler that way.” Or will be. Just as soon as you cut that out.

“Alright, alright. You’re serious about this. I’ll ask around. Maybe Rhonda or Robbie has a contact. One of them’s bound to know someone who reads the weather.” Raven perked up. “You’d do that?” “Of course,” Cullen said, shrugging. Raven rolled his eyes. “Right. I’ll be sure to leave a cryptic voicemail reminder. You always forget.” Cullen chuckled. “Or better yet, just send him my way when you get the number. Tell them to find me at Blue Heavens. You know, my work address.” Cullen gave him a skeptical look. “Blue Heavens? That’s what you’re calling it now?”

I softly thanked him and hung up. The courier had arrived. The packed gifts were loaded onto their truck. Soon, these things would return to his hands. In a few days, Mark and the others would come to Silverbrook Haven. When the ring is returned to me, Those years of young, foolish dreams Will end just like that. From then on, we'll each head toward different lives. Henry got drunk at a business cocktail party. He stumbled out of the washroom. He heard Eleanor on the phone. "That's great, darling, I'm flying to Silverbrook Haven tomorrow."