Rusty Bluey Novels & Stories

The blue scale is about the size of a hand. “I’m not sure. Let’s save it for later. It might be useful.” Dianne told Tristan. “Okay. But seriously, this saliva in our skin really stinks.” Robert smiled. “But at least we’re here alive.” He faced towards the cold sea. “Tristan… Remember when you told us that Hydragons are special beasts because they always do things for a reason?” “That’s what I’ve read in the Casterfall Library,” Tristan replied. “Why?”

Years of lunges had given her some serious junk in the trunk for a girl of her size and color. Her eyes were blue, but not the pretty, sky blue most envied. No, hers were a dark blue like the ugly cousin barely related and never wanted at the party. She had contacts to brighten the color, but the damn things irritated her eyes. She had to stop wearing them when a customer had complained she was infected with something. Because infection was simply not tolerated at The Cobra Club.

In the middle of a scene, he puts his arm around me and I walk up to him. -I really like you Mindy. I pull away and get up from the couch. -This is happening so fast," I was about to leave, but he stops my arm. -Please don't go. -Let go of me. -Please, you have to remember me, don't you remember me at all," he hugged me from behind and whispered in my ear. "Blue lake." -¿Blue lake? -Blue lake. -¿What's wrong with you? -It's not working.

He silently whispered to them. "How ugly." He triumphantly walked up to the launchpad, bumping into whatever and whoever, not necessarily caring. His eyebrow raised upon skimming through the board, smirking as he took notice of the Battle Royale. There were an array of teams joining, all in teams of six; apart from one. A lone player, with stats higher than anyone could imagine, though Uriel reckoned he could beat those 'weak numbers' in a few days. They go by the name of 'Blue', which already had Uriel convinced that that person was a twelve year old.

WANTED ALIVE Name: Blue Iris Clayton Age: 24 years old Hair color: Natural blonde Eye color: Blue Height: 163 cm Body type: Slender OFFENSE: Stealing West Colony’s property REWARD: Ten cartons of goods. Protection and be a citizen of West Colony. CONTACT US IMMEDIATELY “Fuck!” Dread bolted through me. “Have you seen that woman?” I stiffened and my hand tightened the hold on the poster. “Excuse me?” I eyed the man beside me. He had thick dark blond hair. Shorter than me in a few inches, but had a few pounds and had deep brown eyes, and there was something in those orbs that gave me unsettling chills. He was wearing a clean shirt for someone who came to trade.

XANDRIA'S POV I woke from beside him, rolling out of bed. Jonathan woke up and mumbled some incoherent sentences, reaching across the bed and grabbing my pillow. He smelled it, but unsatisfied, threw it over the raiking. He crawled over the blankets and looked at me, his eyes having a mischievous glare to them. His eyes widened suddenly. "Your eyes... They look different. Is that the color of your wolf?" "Azule's eyes are blue, Jonathan. And Azule is completely silent right now. What are talking about?" I say, crossing my arms over my chest. Jonathan's eyes change silver, his wolf connecting with him.

“Going once, going twice sol-” “ A thousand grams!” A voice interrupted, earning gasps from the crowd. I swallowed the invisible saliva clinging to my tongue as my eyes searched desperately for who would want to risk that kind of amount on a cursed woman. “That’s ridiculous for a demon, a thousand-“ “She is a Nymph!” A man dressed in a cotehardie and black boots with a feather hat that almost covered his face strode forward. My breath caught in my throat as I stared at the devilish beauty underneath the hat. “A thousand and she’s mine,” he blurted, holding the gaze of the man who stood beside me.

"Anyway. Dad's numbers are up two points, which means he's insufferable, and Mom's stress-baking again, which means we're all getting banana bread whether we want it or not." "I like banana bread." "Everyone likes banana bread. That's not the point. The point is she makes it when she's anxious, and she's anxious because the Rylands are apparently up in the polls in three counties, and now Dad's team wants to schedule an emergency strategy meeting on a Sunday, which means this house is about to become a war room for the next six weeks." "Sounds fun." "It's going to be a nightmare. You should prepare yourself." She reached over and stole the other half of my toast without asking, same as alway

"Try this one." Sapphira twisted, watching her reflection in the mirror. The metallic blue dress hugged her waist and flared out at her hips, its enormous skirts completely covering her feet. It was heavy, and the bodice pinched her ribs as she breathed. It had been a long time since she had worn a dress like this. "Oh, you look beautiful, dear." "Thank you. I can't take it, though." She frowned pensively, looking back at her reflection and swishing the skirts.

She says, and I grin, taking all of them in. Blu has sky blue hair, with an eyes that match, I think secretly, she likes her hair, and the colour blue, she'll never admit it though. She has a rascal kind of dress sense, more of street style, a dressing that says I don't care, but looks so beautiful and the amount of time she put into deciding shows she cares.