Blue Archive Novels & Stories

It exposed what it had been hiding, a bright blue blob-like thing with misty white pattern spiralling within it. Once again Matthew was dazzled by it. “Whoa~” After being mystified by it for a few seconds, Matthew slowly reached for it. Upon touching the blob, he felt as if he was sucked into it. When he came to, he was in a void of space. The void was not all black but it was a misty rainbow realm. He felt as if he was floating. “Matthew, son of Mark. Thirteenth descendant of Draco Blair.” Multiple voices echoed at the same time, welcoming Matthew. A soft blue figure without a face or clothes appeared in front of him. “It is a pleasure to meet you at last.”

However, in the fifth decade following the plague, a prophecy came to light in every supernatural race at the same time, that in every century a blue-blooded female will be reincarnated, and her blood can cure the plague of the supernatural race if the ruler was lucky enough to mate with her and drink from her blood daily. But it can only be done if she willingly accepts to go through the whole process and is not forced to do so. According to Amanda, she happened to be the 'blue-blooded' female and this was her sixth reincarnation and Amanda's fifth reincarnation. They both had a chance meeting when she was fleeing from those that captured her after being tortured for several days to concede

She hands the bag to me and I open it to see a black box with red ribbon on it. "What is it?" I ask her. "It's for you." Alex says. "Open it." Aurora says. I look at Aunt Sara for her opinion and she shrugs. I open the box and see a pair of loubotin heels. It is of black colour with gemstones adjourning it and a red massive bow at the ankle that will totally go with the dress I bought. It is the most dazzling pair heels have ever seen. I close the box and look at Alex.

Castus utter " I know it's rare for someone to have a natural blue hair but..." " It's not rare"Adir cut in and take the hair carefully from Castus "It's impossible for someone to have a natural blue hair and that means the girl I'm looking for is here" " Your highness this isn't some cinderella fairy tale story,the girl doesn't exist" " Castus I gave you the permission to leave, I'm staying here whether the girl exist or not"Adir sit on the bed " You can read a book if you're bored"

I was hiding in the car trunk of my boyfriend, Chase McGregor, while grabbing my pregnancy report in one hand. In the other hand, I held a limited-edition watch I had specifically prepared for him. I wanted to surprise him with my pregnancy. "Chase, you wouldn't actually marry Daphne, would you? "What can she offer you? Love? Loyalty? These are worth nothing in our world. "Lucille Gervais wants to marry you. Her family is in charge of the entire North Sea. Once you marry her, you'll gain control of all the shipping routes, cargo operations, and drug trade on the North Sea.

The interior of the Subterranean Archive felt like the inside of a frozen clock. The air was pressurized, scrubbed of dust and humidity to protect the miles of paper that held the world’s most dangerous truths. Alessandro stood before the central terminal, the blue light of the "Bridge" device reflecting in his eyes like a digital fever.

She needed to find the text files of The Billionaire’s Constraint. The browser window opened with a flash but it didn't load her dashboard. The screen instantly turned a brilliant , blinding blue, like the vertical glass pods in the subterranean matrix. The standard mouse cursor vanished, replaced by a horizontal ticker tape of black text. CHRONOS_REWRITE_SYSTEM: RETRIEVING ARCHIVED DATA FOR VANCE_E... WARNING: SUBJECT IS CURRENTLY RETAINING IN EXCEPTION STATE... DELETION UNIT 01 EN ROUTE TO MAINLAND SECTOR...

Scans of her mother’s old letters, tax registries from their first year of marriage, the encrypted cloud backups of every photo they had taken before the exile. She ran a basic diagnostic script. Five seconds. Ten seconds. A sharp, high-pitched beep cut through the quiet study. The screen blinked once, the standard blue interface turning into a stark, empty white. In the middle of the directory, three massive file blocks labeled Archives 2024-2025 were completely grayed out. Next to them, a red padlock icon pulsed with mechanical regularity. Ava’s chest tightened. She leaned closer, her trackpad scrolling through the system metadata.

Maybe it grew when she lied. “Do you?” Anya stifled an amused smile, rather sure that Sandra wouldn’t take it too kindly. “There has to be a copy somewhere. Surely you’ve seen something.” “There is.” “Great! Let’s get them!” Sandra’s shoulders slackened as she sprang from the doorframe. “We can’t.” “Why the fuck not?” Never had a grown woman been any closer to a full-blown tantrum. “I gave the contracts that Bradley ordered by mail to Blue years ago, she’s probably thrown them out by now.” In fact, Anya was rather sure of it.

Observing every loop and holes to get the real intent behind her question. "Hmmm... Wonderful...!!!" He said. "Do you mean... that... it's going to be just the last time we're going to be together...?" Somira asked, looking so downcasted. Attending to them, a bar attendant came over to meet them with his oval-shaped tray, and on it were the glasses of drinks which the couple seated behind them ordered for. This time, it was a male personnel. He was looking so handsome and dashing in his sky blue coloured shirt, and a pair of black trousers... well tucked in... with his designers' belt neatly placed in packaging. His hair was obviously black, with a little at one end, tinted in yellowish gold