Novels by BluerthanBlue

"Poor little wolf," Mr. James uttered. "All your plans failed. Everyone around you died because you encourage them to be part of your vision. With just one stab of my claw straight into your heart, there is no way you could survive. But there is no fun if I do that to you." He shifted back to his human form, and with a sadistic grin, he cruelly taunted me, relishing in his superiority. He unleashed a barrage of punches to my battered face, blood spewing from my mouth with each blow. The agony intensified, yet he continued to laugh, finding pleasure in my suffering. "How does it feel, huh, Melvin?" he continued. "Does it hurt? How about removing your fingers one by one? That would be music to my ears." But amidst this relentless assault, a spark refused to extinguish within me. Determination ignited a fierce resolve upon seeing the clouds from the sky as they started to get darkened. Lightning and thunders began to emerge in the sky. And the cold wind blows straight to

"They're killing our people! Get back! Get back!" Simon screamed, his voice laced with worries and fears combined. "Melvin, do something!" "This is not what we expected to happen, Simon. Let me think first, okay?" I screamed back before digging into the deepest part of my brain on what to do in this kind of scenario. "There's no time to think." Simon insisted. "You must do something!" Simon and I stood outside the entrance of the cave, our hearts filled with terror. Before our eyes lay a scene of chaos and destruction. The dense forest surrounding the cave was already engulfed in dark smoke and flames. The crackling fire licked hungrily at the trees, transforming the once serene landscape into a fiery nightmare. And at the center of it, all stood a colossal werewolf, towering over us with an air of malevolent power. The massive creature was not just content with burning the forest. It continuously released blasts of fire from its gaping maw, directing them n

Two days ago. "So you mean we are not just facing one huge terrifying monster but hundreds of them? Are you fucking kidding me, Mr. Parker?" the Sheriff slapped his hand on the surface of the table in front of us. My wolf some of the highest-ranking officials in the city, including the mayor and the Sheriff are gathered in the mayor's office. Behind me is where Karen and Simon standing still. The urgent meeting was palpable. It was I who called for an emergency meeting as it turned out that our pack got information from a reliable source that Mr. James was busy multiplying his numbers in our neighboring cities. "I'm so sorry, Mr. Sheriff. But getting angry and raising your voice will not solve anything in this case." I replied with conviction. "You already told us in our confession that we will be using everything the police department has to stop these monsters." "Yeah, I did that." The Sheriff replied. "But what I meant to that is to use all our weapons su

"Please, don't talk anymore. The rescue team is on their way." I reached out to her hand and studied her condition. Then I glanced at those werewolf guardians who were rushing in our direction. "Hurry!" I yelled. "Melvin," Jennie breathed out my name. She grabbed something from her pocket and grasped it in my hands. "Take that. Use it for good." Out of curiosity, I opened my hand and looked at what she just handed me. In Jennie's final moments, she presented me with a syringe filled with a mysterious green liquid. As far as I could remember, it was the same serum her father had used to transform me into a human. Her voice trembled as she spoke the instructions. "Please... use this... to stop my... evil dad. He already killed all the monsters and absorbed all their powers inside him. Please, be careful of him. He was no longer the..." she managed to say before her life slipped away. Her last words hung in the air, heavy with sorrow and determination. I clut

My wolf already expected that from him. With the new blood in my veins, I don't need to get worried if things go south. We barged into the village our rifles filled with bullets. On top of that, I already convinced myself that I must do whatever it takes to get the pack from the ruthless and manipulative leaders. And that must be done by hook or by crook time is not on our side at the moment. Meanwhile, a sly smile curled on my lupine face as I locked eyes with him, my voice dripping with concealed menace. "You doubt my capabilities? Perhaps you'd like a demonstration," I asserted, my tone unyielding. "How about a one-on-one battle between you and Julian? If you decline my proposal, know that I will personally end your life, just as I did to those pitiful men in masks." The room fell silent once again, every werewolf present captivated by the intensity of the standoff. The pack leader, although conflicted, understood the truth in my words. And the power I wielded w

Simon immediately shut his mouth, and deny it or not, my wolf started to sense the worries and fears that itched his expression right after confessing to him about the killings. The last I could do is blame him for that. Simon had every right to get suspicious of me when I just got back from my complicated past of being a ripper. Needless to say, I am their most feared enemy a few hours ago. I even almost killed Karen. But I must get to the bottom of everything now that I got back my consciousness. Everything. Even if I may not get the chance to correct the past, my wolf must protect the future. Meanwhile, Simon and I stood outside in front of Jackson's parents' house, fraught with anger and betrayal. The door loomed in front of us, a barrier keeping us from the truth we needed to confront. With a furious determination, I slammed my shoulder against the wooden door, splintering the lock and sending it crashing open. There are no cops around so who the hell do I ca

"Don't forget to bring those with you, Miss Spencer!" Uncle Romnick added. He pointed a finger toward the table. "Relax, Uncle Romnick," I said in a calm tone, trying to take control of the situation. "How can I get relax, John." Uncle Romnick insisted. "Our enemies are here. And we are caught by surprise. We let our guards down." Without hesitation, Cecelia sprung into action. She swiftly gathered all the essential documents and pieces of evidence we had been examining, carefully concealing them from prying eyes. "I'll be hiding in the guest room." Cecelia cut us in. As she disappeared into the shadows, I followed Uncle Romnick, making our way toward the main door. With a touch of apprehension, we opened the door cautiously, revealing Don Lucas and Malia standing before us. Although I already knew the purpose of their visit, I could not let them suspect that this villa truly belonged to me. Taking a deep breath, I masked my true intentions and put on a c

"I would like to apologize for the inconvenience, Mr. Roland. Let's go, John." Uncle Romnick bent half of his body toward Roland and his parents. Then he tried to drag me out of the room but I dodged him. "Are you challenging me right now, huh, Roland?" I scoffed with confidence while glancing at them, one by one. I groped my phone in my pocket and dialed Cecelia's digits which confused Roland and his parents. "How about canceling the European expansion?" "What are you doing?" Cecelia said from the other line of the phone. Good thing I did not put the call on speaker so no one could hear it apart from me. "Yes. It happens that I am confronting Roland in front of his parents for the five million dollar scheme but he denied it despite the evidence we have. Is that the kind of person are you going to be part of Mr. Stevenson's business?" Everyone's eyes, especially Roland's dilated in disbelief. He even tried to snatch the phone from me but I refused to give it to

"Are you sure about involving them in this case, John?" Uncle Romnick asked, his voice laced with doubts while looking at Chris and his friend from head to toe. "I mean, this is a crucial case in your life." I cannot blame Uncle Romnick to feel that way. He still doesn't know a thing about Chris and his hacker friend. I once informed him and Cecelia back at my office when we hired someone to be the fake Mr. Stevenson. But we already reached this far. Chris and his friend already know my secret and I was amazed by how they achieved a mission without any trace. So, keeping them on my side will be the best thing to do. Chris and I already sealed a deal that he will serve me until I say so. And their skills are one-of-a-kind. ''They are here to help us, Uncle Romnick." I smiled at them to lessen the tension. "And besides, I have something on them if they are going to betray me." Chris and his friend were taken aback in disbelief. Though it was simply a bluff, the

"I'm so sorry, John." Finally, some dare to speak up. However, it was neither Dad nor Mom but Uncle Romnick. Cecelia and I exchanged confused glances when we realized it was just the two of us who seemed to be unaware of what was currently going on. "Perhaps this is the result of what I did behind your back," he added, his voice sounding desperate and regretful. "Did I do something wrong to you in the past that I am not aware of, Unce Romnick?" I said back. "Was my monthly allowance not enough for you to betray me?" I tried to stay calm as much as possible but my nerves are showing the other way around. So I grasped the metal bars of the cell I was in to minimize the trembling of my nerves. One thing that I hate the most about trusting people is when they stab me behind my back. I already learned my lesson after what happened to me five years ago. That is why up to these days, I only limit those people who I talk and share my day with. And that includes Unc

Malia may have shown her tough side but I feel her heart was also in excruciating pain. She barely looks me in the eye even if my glace at her is quite obvious. It means to me that she still has feelings for me even if she was already married to Roland. So am I to her. Unfortunately, our love is not enough, and was bonded by a lie. As Cecelia and I left Don Lucas' dinner, the weight of her actions weighed heavily on my mind. I couldn't help but express my frustration as we started our journey back to my place. The car ride was filled with an awkward silence, punctuated only by the faint sound of the radio playing softly in the background. "Cecelia," I began, my voice tinged with disappointment. "I did not expect you to go that far tonight. Announcing our relationship in front of everyone, it's just... it felt like too much." Cecelia sighed, her gaze fixed on the passing city lights. "I'm really sorry, John, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. It's just t

Don Lucas, who was sitting next to us, coughed all of a sudden. He quickly regained his composure and asked, "Why? Did something happen, Malia?" Malia glanced at Roland with her eyes sharp. "Well, my beloved husband didn't spend a single cent before and after our one-week honeymoon. His credit cards kept getting declined every time we pay something." The room went silent as we all caught up in the middle of absorbing Malia's shocking revelation. Then Cecelia and I exchanged glances, our mouths agape in disbelief. Not that I was trying to tease Roland. However, I couldn't help myself from bursting out laughing, finding the situation incredibly amusing. "I'm sorry for laughing," I said, trying to compose myself. "It's just that I find it hard to believe that a billionaire's son does not have anything on his credit cards. Perhaps he already maximizes his credit limits. It happens sometimes, right?" Malia suddenly gave me a stern look, clearly not amused by my reaction. But despite h

"Sure!" I said in a rush, even holding his hand and dragging him out of the table. I cannot just trust and leave Charles with my friends alone. Charles may be a good-looking young man who comes from a wealthy family, but we cannot deny the fact he had a brain issue. At some point, I could also deny that I am a bit embarrassed and apprehensive about the situation. Why of all the times and places we could meet, it had to be with my boss? Charles and I sat in the waiting area of the restaurant, our priority number in hand. We had been waiting for almost an hour and our stomachs were rumbling with hunger. I turned to Charles and asked, "What do you want to eat and drink when we get in?" Charles looked up from his phone and smiled. "I think I'll go for a burger and a beer. And you?" "I'll have the same," I replied, taking a deep breath. "Charles, I just wanted to say thank you for trying your best not to embarrass me in front of my friends." Charles looked at m

I could not believe his parents would do something like that even if we are not going to buy everything in the mall. I'm not even sure what Charles wanted to buy for me. "Miss Chloie, could you wait here for a sec?" Charles said. "Don't worry, I'll leave two of the security guards to keep an eye on you." "I'm fine even if no one will keep an eye on me, Charles. Really. You can have all the security guards come with you." I proposed. Since he offered that to me, it is the perfect opportunity for me to escape. But I cannot do that when someone is keeping an eye on me. All I have to do is to pretend that I am window shopping and once they are out of sight, I'll rush to the exit, hail a cab, and fly away. "It's all right, Miss Clarkson." says one of the security guards. "Mrs. Bridgerton also advised us to be more focused on your safety. The Young Master will heal once hurt but you're not." My brain doesn't know what that means but I have to do something to m

The driver suddenly stepped foot onto the brake which resulted in my face almost bumping onto the surface of the back face of the front seat. Good thing Charles managed to wrap his hand around my face before I could get thrown out. His eyes were focused on the driver but he saved my ass again. "Come on, Mr. Driver." Charles pouted. "You have to at least tell us if you will step onto the brake so Ms. Chloie could hold something. What if I wasn't here? You might kill her. And I don't want to have a nanny anymore." "I'm so sorry, Young Master..." "Enough of your apology," he said, this time, in a sharp tone. "I'm fine, Charles, really," I said. "you don't have to yell at him. Drivers are simply doing their job, including when to stop or not." As soon as Charles zipped his mouth and focused his attention on the teddy bear he is holding, I nodded to the driver to proceed. But if I have to take a side between the driver and Charles, I would prefer someone wi

"I hate to say this but it means that the entire clan of the Bridgertons is going to protect you by all means, Ms. Clarkson." he retorted. "and it might not end well for both of us. So, if you want us to protect you from getting killed by those wolves, cooperate with us before it's gonna be too late." Mr. Bridgerton's statement even worried me the most. I did not completely understand everything he said but I don't want to die either just because I discovered their secrets. He already sensed that I am not going to tell the world about it. No one would believe me either. "Anyway, it is not safe for you to stay outside. Please, get some rest. It's already late." he added before he clapped my shoulder and went back inside. Leaving no choice, I went back to my room with a bothered mind. I was supposed to get unwind on the terrace but it seems that these monsters around me won't let me rest. The next morning, I was taken aback upon seeing Charles in an expensive

I do not want the terrible incident that happened to me earlier to happen again. One experience is already enough. Two might be a nightmare that will haunt me for the rest of my life. On the other hand, I do not want to get eaten by sharks if I chose to swim in the wide blue ocean in front of me. That is more unbearable I believe. Leaving no choice, I followed Randolph heading back to the mansion. It is the only place on the island, particularly in my humongous room, that is the safest for me at the moment. If I must lock myself up for a month or so while waiting for the cruise ship to get back, then so be it. My parents thought me how to be patient. So, there's no way I could not survive that long. As soon as we pass through the living area, Randolph and I are startled and taken aback by Charles' deafening screaming and crying out when he found me and Randolph walking together. Charles challenged Randolph earlier because he believe that they were hitting or making fun of me.

I don't know for how long I have been lying on the stretcher but my body seems to have recovered from the trauma earlier. My arms and legs are no longer shaking similar to what happened back nearby the cliff. No one is in the room as well. The last thing I remembered is that Charles punched Mr. Bridgerton in the face while debating about either killing me or not for knowing about the secrets on the island. My heart is beating gradually. I can hear them loud and clear. And I can feel the warm air that comes out of my mouth and nose. It simply means I am still alive. But, what changed their minds? "Was it because of Charles?" I uttered to myself while scanning the entire room. "Doesn't matter." says my conscience. "I have to get out of the island as soon as possible." So I hop out of the stretcher and sneak out of the room with profound caution until I reached the main exit of the mansion. The sun was about to go down. However, its brightness is enough fo