Blue Bloods Absolute Power Novels & Stories

Leroy forced himself to look up, his neck aching as he fought the dizziness pulling at him. The speaker was different from the others. Not brutal like the two thugs holding him, but... beautiful. Almost hauntingly so. His skin gleamed gold, like the light itself had been captured in his body and was now pouring out from him. His scalp was smooth, his eyes so pale they were nearly white, but somehow shimmering with an eerie power. Leroy’s breath hitched in his throat. This was no ordinary Albanama. This one had power. Leroy swallowed, feeling the intense pressure of the gaze bearing into him. He wanted to look away, but he couldn’t. Something in those eyes kept him rooted to the spot, paralyz

You won't care about power, will always do the right thing, right? Amaris, who seemed more serious than before, asked again: Am I not a powerful person right now? Brawen smiled lightly: "Yes, you already have all the power you want, so there's no need to look any further. Then Amaris…” Brawen took a breath, stepped closer to Amaris who was sitting on the chair, Brawen's hand propped on the arm of the chair, the other on Amaris' shoulder. I want you to save the blood plasma.

Did me dying, then coming back to life again, change anything? I think of that day in Maatua, of that blue light flowing from my hands. I will it forward, Antony’s voice from that distant memory ringing through my ears. Concentrate, Isla. Concentrate. I scream as the first gleam of blue light springs from my palm, ribbons of powers shooting across the room. I try to sit up, my hand still outstretched as blue-hue light turns the night to day. The warrior screams in panic and rolls off the bed. Poppy covers her face with her arms and lies down as the power rips through the curtains on the four poster bed and sends the posts crashing down on top of her.

"The ring was for Red's mom. The last time we visited her, she'd painted her nails blue" It clicked. Red's mum was dead. My heart broke at the sound of Red throwing up in the other bathroom. Lee groaned and slid down the wall, rubbing his eyes. He was crying quietly. Instantly, I felt the tears well up my eyes. What sort of monster does such a thing?

Or else… Blue shook his head, didn’t dare think further. “Fortunately, what happened is not all bad.” He spoke as his powers penetrated inside Hail’s mind and heart, making these two important places be secured and protected by his powers. “Why?” Reyan asked. Blue smiled. “Because due to it, my powers can follow it when it converges, returning to its core.” He answered. Reyan’s eyes widened in surprise. Then, he chuckled. “Yes…” he muttered as he nodded in agreement. “Everything is not just all bad.” He said and, finally, can’t help but laugh. His eyes bent into crescents, showing how happy he is.

⸻ “No.” The answer came instantly. ⸻ The Queen’s eyes darkened. ⸻ “The thing they were guarding.” ⸻ The palace cracked violently. ⸻ Silver glass shattering around them. ⸻ The Queen grabbed Amara’s shoulders suddenly. ⸻ Urgent. Desperate. ⸻ “You must listen carefully.” ⸻ Amara nodded. ⸻ “The Blackthorne bloodline thinks the Moonblood power is the greatest force in existence.”

No matter how the shareholders bickered, even facing the intense pressure from Axel, he looked like he was watching a show. 'What makes him have such a relaxed mood to see others acting out? Does he have absolute confidence to resolve this matter? Alternatively, does he have enough evidence to hand it over?' Thinking of this, Mr. Blue was shocked and broke out in a cold sweat. 'I-if that is the case, then Dean is too horrible, and they are finished. Everyone involved in this will get in trouble!' added Mr. Blue inwardly. 'No, this is impossible. Even if he has extraordinary abilities, he cannot possibly know the truth. As long as there is something inexplicable, I can refute!'

Blue Bloods BY MELISSA DE LA CRUZ Imagine Gossip Girl, plus vampires. The series is based on an outrageous idea — so completely over the top that it almost works. The families that came over on the Mayflower, the 400 "top families" in American society, are really vampires, reincarnating over and over. So, many of the people going to elite private schools on the Upper East Side of Manhattan and wearing Prada bags are really vampires. (Perhaps that's why they don't eat and look like social X-rays!) But besides being the reincarnation of people like Miles Standish, the author also presupposes that they go back so far that they are the reincarnation of the original archangels. East Side socialit

Zayn nodded silently, not offering much in response. The meeting tonight wasn’t one he was looking forward to. Mr. Blue had asked for it. A man known in the underworld for being ruthless, unpredictable, and oddly quiet. Some said he had no soul left. Others said he sold it for power, some even said he was a replica of Zayn. Whatever the truth was, Zayn didn’t like the man, and he isn't also afraid of him and definitely didn’t trust him. Mr. Blue claimed to have information about the traitor within the Obsidian Summit. That alone had made Zayn accept the meeting. But everything about it felt off. it's was too sudden and convenient. And the fact that Mr. Blue was Mikhail’s cousin made it worse

She looked at him with suspicious looks but her jaw dropped with pain when his men stabbed the half-dead person. “Nooooo” She screamed violently at the top of her lungs with uncontrollable tears in her aqua blue eyes falling like a pearl. The moment Torpedo fell down unconsciously, she fell on her knees and felt her world falling apart. She was in a devastated state for a moment but when she glanced at the source of this misery fading away for his goal, she felt sheer anger inside her that she got up with strange courage and fire of revenge that the strong power with blue color emit from her whole body like a burning fire, her eye color turned into strong dark blue. It seemed like her body i