Romans & histoires Yellowfang X Bluestar

The group exploded in bewildered murmurs around me. "What?" With my voice barely audible above the escalating commotion, I managed to murmur. A woman emerged from the shadows as Derek turned away. When I saw her, my breath caught in my throat. Her eyes and blue hair were exactly like mine. She reminded me of a mirror, but there was cruelty in her smile that I hoped I would never see in myself. Derek said, "Everyone," and put his hand on the woman's shoulder. "This is my real mate, Angel. "The actual chosen one."

I simply stated while picking up my wine glass again. “So what are…Wait a minute… Did you just confirm my guess? Come on give me a definite answer.” He urged forgetting himself. Well, this wasn’t the first time he would speak to me so casually. Apart from being my beta, he was also my best friend, which was why he speaks casually with me when we are alone. “Yeah, she is the BLUE BLOOD of this century and happens to also be my fated mate,” I confirmed it for him. I know that I told her that she was my chosen mate, but I lied knowing fully well that it could scare her if I told her she was destined to be with me from the onset. I know that though she pretended not to be affected by it all, she

Dark from hunger, need, and jealousy. I could not keep my eyes away. For a brief moment we locked eyes, forgetting all others in the room. I took in her appearance from the blue dress that had a heavy defined slit at the back to the silver sandal heels she wore. Fuck, I want to be inside her, fucking her with that dress on. I saw how uneven her breathing became. She was sucking on those lips. I wanted it.

My chest felt hollow and empty like no matter how hard I fought, I would never belong here. Then my phone buzzed. I looked at it. It was a message from an “Unknown Number”. I opened the message slowly and read “Wear Black, Little Wolf. See You at Midnight. I will be waiting for you. Don't disappoint me”. Reading it, my stomach dropped. Then I remember, today was the Initiation of the "Obsidian Circle”.

*Starblood Keep – Night* The great hall of Starblood had been cleared for war council again, the long table now scarred by claws and etched with hurried markings from a dozen frantic strategy sessions. Outside, the wind blew around the walls, carrying with it the smell of distant smoke—a reminder that Silver Fang’s reach was growing. Crystal stood at Ryder’s side, shoulder to shoulder with him as more Alphas filed in, their faces taut with exhaustion. Her fingers brushed the edge of the map spread across the table, tracing roads and borders she had memorized but now seemed fragile under her touch.

Daryl then charged at Frightstar and Frightstar charged back. The two hybrids clashed their fist against each other, causing the outside of the ship to radiate with orange and purple light through its windows.

“Then we carve one.” Barbie hovered higher, a halo of blue fire sparking from her hands. “You two have no idea how much I’ve missed a good massacre.” “Remind me never to piss off a fae,” Marigold muttered. “You won’t have to. You’re practically one now.” Before I could respond, the first Fang charged — feral, shrieking, claws raking the stone. We moved together — instinct, rhythm, fury. Marigold shifted mid-leap, her wolf bursting free in a blaze of dark fire and silver eyes. Barbie’s light flared, a storm of blue lightning that cracked through the mist and scorched the Fang to ash.

He continues to hold his position, not giving in. “Why are you really here? What did you want when you tried to lead Blue into Red Moon?” Xander’s eyes flash at me. “That is none of your business.” “Do you see the marks on her neck? We have marked her, anything to do with Blue is our business.” “You marked her as a way to keep her.” “I want to stay.” Blue mutters “You don’t belong here.” Antony yells at her. I feel Blue’s heart race. Her eyes search mine. Her hand quickly reached out for mine. “She’s angry.”