Romans & histoires Blue Knight

“Sebastian.” “Sebastian,” Seb smirked. “I like the way that sounds from you, Alexander.” “What? Don’t call me Alexander,” Alex laughed. “It sounds weird coming from you.” “Now that I think about it,” Seb said, moving even closer towards Alex. “Why in the world did you tell me your name was Blue? I get if you wanted to lie about your name but Blue just sounds so random so why Blue?” Feeling colour creep towards his cheek, Alex looked into Seb’s blue eyes. “It’s a secret.”

I softly thanked him and hung up. The courier had arrived. The packed gifts were loaded onto their truck. Soon, these things would return to his hands. In a few days, Mark and the others would come to Silverbrook Haven. When the ring is returned to me, Those years of young, foolish dreams Will end just like that. From then on, we'll each head toward different lives. Henry got drunk at a business cocktail party. He stumbled out of the washroom. He heard Eleanor on the phone. "That's great, darling, I'm flying to Silverbrook Haven tomorrow."

she muttered, rolling her eyes just as a group of men arrived carrying nets heavy with fish. Among them walked Draven. “He lost, Grandma!” one of the men called out, flashing a toothy grin. He had golden hair and piercing blue eyes, an aura of strength dancing around him like lightning. “Hi! So you must be our queen!” “Queen?” I echoed, my gaze darting between them. “Where is this place?” “This is Blue Whale,” Draven replied, tossing a few fish into a nearby basket. “The coastal city of Nightbane.” He glanced sideways. “And for the record, I’m a land wolf. I don’t do water. I have no ocean attributes.”

Sapphire said. As soon as I turn, I could not believe my eyes, here stood an all-white Lycan with clear blue eyes. Seeing is truly believing, looking at this beautiful creature in front me I had to agree with Sapphire she is a miracle and I cannot wait to see what she will do.

She sighed heavily as she flung her head back in frustration “I just….” “I know you don’t trust her or want to and that’s fine, but remember Blue moon isn’t just known for its strong warriors, it’s also known for the mercy we offer where its due, and I feel Zara’s due to be shown mercy at this point” I tried to persuade her softly, just so she could feel a little more at ease with Zara being out there. “Ok, I’ll give her time, but I’ll never fully trust her, even if she does prove she’s not going to do anything”

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

" I set the tray down with a flourish. In the dim light, the porridge looked like it was powered by a lithium battery. It was glowing. It was vibrant. It was, for lack of a better word, aggressively cyan. "It’s very... blue," Alaric noted, squinting through the gloom. "It is ze extract of ze Blue Algae from ze depths of ze Mediterranean," I lied, my heart dancing a jig. "Rich in antioxidants and ze pigmentation of health. One bowl, and your internal organs will sing like ze bluebirds of Lyon." "I don't know if I can eat," he moaned. "My stomach is a war zone."

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.”