Sapphire Blu Novels & Stories

“But what if we added emeralds instead? No, wait… maybe a mix? Or perhaps rose gold with diamonds? Oh God, Aurelia, I keep changing my mind. Help me!” I smiled patiently, tapping my pencil against the sketchpad. “Sophia, breathe. The sapphire base is elegant and timeless. It matches your eyes perfectly. If you want to add emeralds, we can do subtle accents, small clusters around the main stone. It’ll give depth without overwhelming the piece. Trust me, you’ll look like royalty.” She sighed dramatically, flopping back against the cushions. “You’re right. You always are. I don’t know what I’d do without you. You make everything look so effortless.”

Zircon is pretending to puke and Vandal just looks unhappy. “Hurt my sister in any way and I will stab you through the heart with a stake and watch you explode!” Sapphire says to Obsidian when they come up for air. “I will do everything in my power to see that she is always happy,” Obsidian says, holding a blushing Emerald to him.

He’s already suffering enough for all the crimes he did and so I tried to relax my body but still threw him a sharp glare, threatening him not to get close to me. He averted his eyes from me and looked at the flowers beside him. He picked a purple flower and smelled it, “I always think Salvias suits you, Sapphire. They are the color of your eyes and they represent wisdom, health, and long life, a perfect definition for Faeries.”

releasing one of Somira's hand, and cupping her cheek with his free hand. "Please believe me, I truly love you Somira." He said, as he whispered into her ears so sweetly and gently which swept her off her feet as she turned a bit to look at him and looked back to her thighs. His sea blue eyes really penetrated her sight and made her unable to resist his soft touch. She quietly allowed him do all the talking as he continued to apologise and pierce her heart with his sweet and romantic words.

I paced around nervously while she just laughed at me. "Calm down missy." "Calm down?, I'm meeting his mom, his freaking mother Naomi, how the hell can I be calm?" Henry had called me earlier and told me to get ready, he said he'll be at my place in half an hour and we would be going to his mother's place. "You look awesome babe." "You think so?"I accessed myself in the mirror for the third time. Naomi had chosen a blue dress that was flair from the waist down because of my stomach. It stopped just at my knees and had silver decorations all over it.

However, in the fifth decade following the plague, a prophecy came to light in every supernatural race at the same time, that in every century a blue-blooded female will be reincarnated, and her blood can cure the plague of the supernatural race if the ruler was lucky enough to mate with her and drink from her blood daily. But it can only be done if she willingly accepts to go through the whole process and is not forced to do so. According to Amanda, she happened to be the 'blue-blooded' female and this was her sixth reincarnation and Amanda's fifth reincarnation. They both had a chance meeting when she was fleeing from those that captured her after being tortured for several days to concede

I said as I sat in front of the vanity. Linda and Amber got to work on my hair, setting long curls pinned up with a beautiful blue hair comb. It had sapphires and platinum gold roses along the edge. Amber put a light foundation on and gave my eyes a slight smoky effect. She finished my makeup with pale pink lipstick. “There we are, perfect.” Amber said before going to the closet to get the dress. It was a powder blue silk dress. It was floor length with a slit up the right leg to the midthigh. I got up and walked towards it.

Sapphire said. As soon as I turn, I could not believe my eyes, here stood an all-white Lycan with clear blue eyes. Seeing is truly believing, looking at this beautiful creature in front me I had to agree with Sapphire she is a miracle and I cannot wait to see what she will do.

Stephens never disappointed, but this time, he had outdone himself. I reached for the first box, the one lined in deep blue velvet. Inside was a necklace that seemed almost alive. The centerpiece was a pinkish-orange gem that looked like a captured sunset, surrounded by smaller white diamonds that shimmered under the desk lamp. I remembered Stephens saying, “This stone, Mr. Blackwood is rare; its Padparadscha sapphire. It symbolizes eternal passion and grace. It’s one of the rarest sapphires in the world, perfect for a woman who inspires both.”

I held her gaze for another second after the words left her mouth. The tension between us sat heavy enough to choke the air from the room while the bond under my skin pulled harder than it ever had before. Then the sound of fighting exploded somewhere deeper inside the structure and the sharp crash of impact echoed through the corridors while distant voices rose with it. Sapphire reacted first. Not emotionally or instinctively. It was efficiently. Her head turned toward the sound and her posture shifted immediately while her expression stayed cold and focused. Something about the speed of that transition hit wrong in a way I couldn’t explain.