A Bolt From The Blue Novels & Stories

"Okay don't forget to ask me or your dad for help when you need it" Jayden snorted. "I am serious Jay" "Okay mom." "Have you eaten?" "Not yet." "I knew it. Bolatito!" A lady answered from the door "Yes ma" "Bring the food" The lady knocked and came in. "Good evening uncle Jayden" "Evening Bola" Jayden replied. Bolatito dropped the basket on the coffee table. "Bolatito" "Yes ma" "Tell the bodyguards we will be leaving shortly"

Looking at Bolt, who was eager to self-destruct, Frederick smiled and said calmly, "You really want to risk it all? Is it worth it? Just for the measly money Gerald gave you, you're willing to throw away your life?" Bolt's expression hardened. "I fight for my honor! A warrior can be killed, but not humiliated! Since I'm outmatched, let's die together!" Frederick suddenly chuckled, "But in my eyes, something should be more precious to you than honor—and that is Savant Arts! If I'm not mistaken, you have a natural physique incompatible with spiritual nodes, right?" Upon hearing this, Bolt looked as if someone had touched a nerve. His expression dramatically changed, and he asked, "How... How d

My heart had been about to stop beating out of hopelessness, but suddenly, it started to beat again, harder than it ever had. “Three Hummers.” He looked at Bolton. “There’s got to be at least fifteen guys.” Now my heart was racing. Theo was coming for me… Bolton turned to look at me and stared me down like this was all my fault, like I was some mastermind who had orchestrated the entire thing, when in reality, I’d just gotten lucky that he’d picked Scarlett’s restaurant. “Light ’em up.” He turned to his guys. “Get Astrid a vest. Shit’s about to go down.”

There was the sort of stillness that made her hair stand on end, as though the Mother had paused here, still deciding on the final details of her creation. Evander was back to his carefully constructed persona of arrogance and mischief this morning. The act came quickly to him, like slipping on a mask and becoming everything people said he was. Terrifying and brutally cruel. So it came as no surprise to her when he said, "I don't usually take girls home on the first date, y'know. I hope you feel special."

To Zayn, it felt like thousands of sharp blades stabbing at his pupils! Bolt was a supreme powerhouse who was only slightly weaker than King Erik and was much more powerful than ordinary invincibilis fighters. Adam might not have been a match for him either. As such, being targeted by him was extremely terrifying. Even a master fighter could be scared out of his wits by Bolt’s glare. The people around Zayn were terrified even though they had not met Bolt’s eyes. It was as if the air around them had frozen, and they could feel shivers down their spines!

He silently whispered to them. "How ugly." He triumphantly walked up to the launchpad, bumping into whatever and whoever, not necessarily caring. His eyebrow raised upon skimming through the board, smirking as he took notice of the Battle Royale. There were an array of teams joining, all in teams of six; apart from one. A lone player, with stats higher than anyone could imagine, though Uriel reckoned he could beat those 'weak numbers' in a few days. They go by the name of 'Blue', which already had Uriel convinced that that person was a twelve year old.

"It's about having the courage to burn your old life to the ground so a new one can rise from the ashes." The launch was a massive success. The press was ecstatic. Orders poured in. I had finally found myself again. After the show, I was heading out. Lorenzo was waiting by the door. When he saw me, a flicker of hope lit up his dead eyes. "Bella." His voice was a broken thing. He stumbled toward me. "Please. Just let me explain." I didn't slow down. I didn't even look at him. "Bella, I was wrong! I know I was wrong!" he trailed after me. "I swear, nothing ever happened with Juliana."

With hardly any reservations nor regard for his own safety, he lunged at Chu Xun. Swoosh! A golden bolt of light came as stealthily as a cat, but with the speed of a lightning bolt. Surprised, Bo Ping sidestepped away, hoping to evade that golden bolt. But his shoulder erupted with blood pouring like a spring suddenly and a grunt escaped his lips before he knew it. Even Chu Xun was surprised himself. He looked quickly at where the shiny golden bolt came from and saw a gash breaking wide like an eye that opened vertically over the mountaintop and it was this eye that had fired the bolt which injured Bo Ping.

I knew what I was feeling was the mate bond pulling me to her. “Shit, I have to go!” I yelled to my beta. I raced out the packhouse and to my car. I had to be with her right now. I hope she isn’t awake for this. We haven’t explained anything to her about what she is. She is a werewolf just like everyone in our town. We had to keep it from her because she is special. A Blue Moon wolf said to unify our world under one alpha. After a few minutes, I was in front of her house. The moment I touched the doorknob the door flew open revealing her father David just past it. Suddenly a blue light filled the house. We all looked at each other wondering what had happened.

“You mean—as in Jedediah Blue’s branch?” “The very same.” “Your branches don’t talk to each other. For like . . . a hundred years.” “A little longer, but that is true, yes.” “How long have you been in Blueberry?” “Just heading in, actually.” She leaned her head back and closed her eyes again, but her lips curved upward just a hair and stayed that way, even when she winced at the pain. “Something amusing about that?” “Not at all. It’s . . . I just realized that your bombshell is going to be a lot bigger than mine.”