Warrior Blue Novels & Stories

I Drew Kizmet, Future Alpha of the Crescent Blood Peak Pack here-by reject you Jewel Stuart as my Mate and future Luna of this pack... (He smirked and looked down and me).... I stared directly into his eyes and said.... "I Jewel Stuart of the Crescent Blood Peak Pack here-by accept your rejection... Am I free to go now Drew? I'll be late for Chemistry".... I turn and head to class and I can feel his eyes as well as other students eyes on me as I make my way through the halls and into class... **Jade I know you took the blow of the rejection for me are you okay?...** Yes Jewel I'm fine, just need to rest for a bit..** Okay, thank you for doing that, take your time and rest, I'll check in on you later..**...okay! Later!Jewel was a warrior, the first daughter of Laura and Jaxon Stuart who where 20th generation warriors in their pack. Jewel naturally grew up tough and rough as a fighter which made her a bit of a tom boy but her family loved her and she them.Drew Kizmet the first son and next in line for the Alpha Title of Crescent Blood Peak Pack, His parents Alpha Dustin and Luna Kristen Kizmet are just, fair and strong leaders who intend to pass down their titles once their son finds his mate and go traveling, do things they where unable to do during the years.Lets find out how things play out for Jewel and for Drew.

Born a servant, hunted for a legacy she never knew she had, Khalifa’s life is about to ignite in flames of betrayal, prophecy, and blood. Marked with the red crescent of the Warrior Moon, she carries the secret of the lost House Rashad, a royal lineage destroyed in a war no one dares speak of. When assassins strike under the cover of night and the Temple of the Moon burns to the ground, Khalifa is thrust into a dangerous world of conspiracies, treacherous alliances, and secrets that could shatter the kingdom. Prince Louis, noble and battle-worn, is forced to protect her, but every glance hides suspicion, every gesture carries weight, and every decision could mean life or death. Khalifa must learn to wield the skills she never knew she had, confront the ghosts of her family’s past, and navigate a labyrinth of spies and traitors. Shadows move in every corner, enemies wear faces of friends, and betrayal comes from where she least expects it. As the prophecy unravels, Khalifa realizes the ultimate choice is hers alone: embrace her destiny and claim the throne, or risk the destruction of all she loves. Loyalties will fracture, hearts will break, and the line between survival and sacrifice will blur. In a world where every sword could be the one to pierce her heart, the fate of the kingdom rests in the hands of a girl who never asked to be royal.

We stood across from each other, with a bed in the middle. The bed was surrounded with golden pots of burning incense, the fragrance intoxicating. On one side of the bed stood a warrior wolf from my pack, and on the other side was a vampire from Diego's pride, both present to guard us. Chairs were set in both sides of the large room, with the werewolves occupying the right side and the vampires on the other side. Everyone stood when the head witches of the three covens arrived and took their seats adjacent to the two parties. " Creatures of the underworld, we have all gathered here to witness something spectacular, something unheard of, the mating of a vampire and a werewolf. These two from both sides have claimed to be mated to each other even though they are not of the same kind, so tonight, underneath the full moon, we shall witness them in bed to attest if the Moon Goddess truly destined them for each other. Let the drums roll!", one of the witches addressed everyone. The incense had aroused us . My were hard and erect, and I could clearly see the bulge in Diego's pants as he stood across. The drums signalled us to begin the mating process, and we got onto the bed. We gently , suppressing the urge to tear each other's clothes off. I felt a bit insecure and ashamed. I could literally feel my alpha's eyes on me and could only imagine the disdain that will be written on his face. Diego's father too was watching, together with their maester. Everyone we knew was there to watch us have and I just couldn't bring myself to feel comfortable. Most importantly, I couldn't help but wonder, what if we die mating?

I thought I was in love… until love started to feel like a prison. Sebastian owns everything, my choices, my freedom, even my guilt. Every time I try to leave, something pulls me back. Until his cousin, Kenneth, arrives from London… and sees me like no one else ever has. One night changed everything. One secret could ruin us all. Now I’m pregnant, and I don’t know how to escape without losing everything… or him. I never meant to fall for Kenneth. But now, I can’t stop craving the life I was told I didn’t deserve.

"Mr. Clarke, can you help me get rid of the tattoo on my butt?" The young man asks me for help with red-rimmed eyes. A lot of people have specifically requested me to tattoo something on their body. Honestly, this is the first time I've received a request to remove a tattoo from one's butt. He grits his teeth, as though he has finally made up his mind. "I just found out that my girlfriend has a husband! I want to break up with her, so I must get rid of the tattoo!" I nod in response. "Strip down and let me see the area and the mass covered." The man hesitates for a moment before turning his back on me and slowly taking off his pants. As soon as his right buttcheek is revealed, I feel my breath getting hitched in my throat. My wife, Annie Sylvester's face is actually tattooed on that area.

In the eighth year of helping Keith Hunter pay off his debts, I was diagnosed with stomach cancer. I tested the waters and asked him, half joking, "If I got cancer, would you save me?" He laughed, saying I was overthinking it. Then he added firmly, "If it ever came to that, I would sell my blood to pay for your treatment." I lay awake all night, tossing and turning, still feeling like I couldn't drag him down with me. Before taking a sleeping pill, a notification popped up on my phone about a social media post. [How do I dump an older woman who paid off my debts for eight years without too much drama?] The profile picture looked eerily like Keith's silhouette from behind. He wrote, [Eight years ago, my family went bankrupt. She stuck with me, living off dry toast and squeezing into a rented apartment. She helped me pay back over 600 thousand dollars in debt. [Back then, I thought she was innocent and cute. Now, I feel like she's just a materialistic woman putting on an act. [Last month, she even asked whether I would save her if she got cancer. How does someone even ask that? [Obviously, she was trying to get money out of me. Good thing I didn't tell her that my family recovered three years ago. [Now, my family has arranged a fiancée for me. She's the daughter of a publicly listed company. [I want to cut things off with my girlfriend, but I'm afraid she'll cling to me. After all, she wasted a lot of her youth on me.] By the time I finished reading, I had crushed the stomach cancer diagnosis in my hand into a wrinkled mess.

Blair-Boo's life has been a sheltered one until a stranger helps decent her at school while she is being bullied.This stranger opens her eyes to the injustice she's had to live through and she's now filed by the need to change it no matter how long it takes.

I accidentally clicked on a viral post. [What’s one regret that you can’t get over in your life?] Everyone in the comments said things like not studying well or not purchasing a house when it was cheaper. I felt a little bored by it. I was about to scroll past when I accidentally came across a comment with the highest number of likes. The account had a profile picture that was very familiar to mine. [Five years ago, to elope with my first love, I faked my death to leave my husband. [And I used my husband’s research to help my first love kickstart his business. [Now, my first love is a billionaire, and my husband became a butcher.] Some people reprimanded her and her first love in the comment section. Others reminisced about their past. I scrolled to the end of the post and saw the latest reply. [I’m back in the city, and I’ve decided to meet him.]

"You are very wet for me. So wet. Fuck,” He grunted softly. His fingers brushed inside of my thigh, and when he moved to caress the tips around my clit, I couldn’t help the whimpers escaping from the depth of my being. “Soon, baby girl, there won’t be an inch of you that doesn’t belong to me.” ****** Without a doubt, Celia Weaver knew her parents hated her, and that had to be the only reason they treated her like dirt. She sometimes doubted if she was truly her father's. Even before she was born, her fate was already decided. She was collateral for a debt her father owed the Hamiltons, a family known for their cruelty. Her world shattered when a guard walked through the door of her father on her eighteenth birthday, ready to take her away. Bite into this dark, sinful, and delicious love story.

"I've always knew you'd be the man to fuck me to heavens." The door opened on that comment and the man she least expected waltzed in. A smirk on his lips. "Tell me, how many times have I fucked you to heavens in your wild little imaginations, Gina?" ............... He’s my father's best friend, a father figure to me. But he's also the hottest man I've ever seen alive. With his fit, toned, and athletic build. He has plagued my dreams more time than I can count. Fucking me to heavens and back, and when the chance comes to experience him. It doesn't matter what it costs, even if it might be the end of me. I’m willing to let him ruin me.