Shelley Hennig Blue Bloods Novels & Stories

Xavi asked, snapping me from my thoughts. I glanced at him and with my lips pursed, “Let’s go,” I murmured as I climbed into the carriage. It was not truly my business, and the last thing I wanted was to be entangled in this mess. The ride jolted with bumps, but suddenly something swirled into my nostrils, a sharp, metallic, unmistakable smell, like blood. My eyes darted over my body, yet I was not injured, so where was this coming from?

He watched the dark, rich crimson of her blood begin to flow through the clear plastic tube. "Why is my blood so special?" Elena asked, her head feeling light as the machine hummed. "Rhesus-null is rare, but it's not magic." "It’s not the type," Alexander said, his eyes fixed on the blood bag filling up. "It’s the resonance. Your blood carries a specific protein fold that acts as a bridge. My sister... she isn't just sick, Elena. She was an experiment in neural mapping that went wrong. Her consciousness is trapped in the estate’s mainframe. Without your blood to 'calibrate' the biological interface, her mind will shatter into digital noise."

He was staring at me before he barked out loud. “You? You as the real heir? Oh, I don’t think this day would get better and better but you are delusional, human. Don’t you know who are you protecting right now? She’s Blue Blood and if you don’t know what it was, let me educate you. It’s the closest thing to a Vampire. So tell me, Timmy, don’t you afraid of Vampire?” He asked as I was looking at him before I turned to look at Sabel. She smiled.

she said. “That is not an answer,” I spat, my knuckles white as I gripped the bottle. “I saw someone in there… people don't turn into puddles of neon ink. My late wife is dead, and yet I just saw her. She frightened Rain so much that she lost consciousness and this... thing... was trying to get to her. Give me a name. Give me a reason.” She remained unmoved. “For now, whoever is using that blue blood cannot function anymore. The link is severed. You have nothing to worry about - ever.”

I felt myself instantly move towards her, but a hand pulled me back. My glare shot towards the owner of the grip to find Jasmine half smiling at the scene unfolding before her. She looked all too pleased with what was about to happen. The glass made it impossible for the two to hear or see us, but we could see them and hear them perfectly clear like they were on display. They were. “As you can see, these are the very first BlueBloods we’ve come across in decades.” He pointed towards Raven and looked back at the people. Everyone stood awed at them, gathering around the platform in front of the glass.

I asked, rubbing my chin thoughtfully as I stared at the blank pages. Hennia didn’t look up. Her expression was calm but firm as she extended her hand toward me. “We need the blood of Josephine,” she said, her voice steady, though her words carried a weight that made my stomach churn. I blinked at her, my confusion deepening. “Josephine?” She turned her piercing gaze to mine, her hand still outstretched. “Your blood *is* her blood,” she said simply.

I said and he scoffed. "Hell no" he grumbled, shoving a key into one of the cars parked. Thankfully, he decided to drive this time. "So where are we going?" I asked buckling up "To the park," He said and I paused. "Why...?" I trailed. "Because there's someone waiting for us and he might have information on this whole issue at hand. We have a rat and this person may know who it is" Vegas said "How can you be sure?" I asked. "He's an ex-member of the Blue dragons, Hugo’s group. His wife got pregnant and he had a change of heart about his life or some shit. Fought really hard to get his boss to agree to let him leave" He spoke and we came to a stop.

Shards of glass rained down onto his unconscious body. Now, only Nirael remained. The doctor didn't run. He took a step back, pressing a red button on his operating table. *CLICK.* "You are strong, Rakar. Very strong," Nirael said. "But biology is still biology. Every living thing has an 'off' switch." *PSSSHHHT!* Suddenly, a silvery gas sprayed from the four corners of the ceiling. And from the floor beneath Rakar’s feet, micro-needles shot up, penetrating the soles of his boots.

"Shadow demons are obsessed with the Ember Blood running through your veins. I have reason to believe you are one of them." I struggled to my feet, dusting my palms on my short black dress. My Jimmy Choo heels were still next to the door of the Maybach. I couldn't go back for them because he was in the way. "Look here, I'm not a witch! I'm Blue Meyer. The CEO of the most successful beauty Empire in America. You've got the wrong person!" I gritted my teeth and whirled around in the opposite direction, praying he wasn't coming after me.

I would start with this one, single, perfect moment of peace. I had just set the mug down when the bell chimed again, a more insistent, cheerful jingle this time. A woman came in, shaking water from a bright yellow umbrella that clashed wonderfully with her crimson coat. She moved with a purpose that seemed to bend the space around her, her heels clicking a sharp, decisive rhythm on the tiled floor. Her hair was a sleek, silver bob, and she wore glasses perched on the end of her nose, behind which keen, intelligent eyes scanned the room. They landed on me. For a heartbeat, I felt a jolt, a primal fear that she knew, that she was one of them. But her gaze was just assessing, not recognizing.