Blue Lantern Barry Allen Novels & Stories

Even in the silver light, in the distance, I note the startling green of his eyes, the bloodshot veins that surround his glowing pupils like the strings of a red-stained spiderweb. Strange. His eyes are no omega’s. Yet, he smells like one. The middle figure is hooded and there is no doubt that she is a woman. She is clearly the leader. With her face shrouded in the shadows, she motions for him to move forward and he does. He takes a big step forward and bares his teeth at me, the cocky smile on his acne-scarred face reveals his confidence. He looks to be my age, maybe, but he will get no older, because if Barry is dead, then he has no reason to live. I will kill him slowly and enjoy it. “Whe

He did not want to stay since she was giving him the cold shoulder. Ted chased after him and said, "Mister Penn, our agreement has to be canceled." "What do you mean?" asked Wilbur coldly. Ted sighed and said, "You just provoked Barry Lance. You should know that his younger brother is Xavier Lance, and he's in the mafia. People died because of him. I do like making money, but I prefer being alive." Wilbur turned cold and said, "You accepted my money." "I can give you a refund," Ted replied.

I said, my voice low, steady. Allen shook his head. “Remeber what you said to me that day? When I lay fighting for my life, you said no one touches him. You remember that?” I met his eyes coldly. “I don’t mind proving that again.” He smiled. “It’s different this time. He’s coming with me.” My men shifted beside me. One of them's fingers brushed the trigger too soon. The gunshot cracked the air. Allen jerked, startled, and his gun clicked against Baron’s skull. Baron screamed, thrashing against the chair, and for a moment, I felt my heart stop.

Chapter 81 Barry's POV I knew they were on the island. I heard all the traps going off, and I knew Blane was going to go against me. That's the reason why I allowed him to have his watch broken. He thought I didn't know, but I knew everything. It's the reason why I had cameras everywhere. I knew when he came and went, and I knew who he talked to. I also knew when he slept with my daughter. When the bomb went off, I waited a couple of minutes, then I ran to grab her. I wanted her, and I'm finally going to get her. She was lying a few feet away from Lucas. I smirked and then grabbed her, tossing her over my shoulders. I ran to the boat, hurrying to get on. I shot her up with wolfbane and silve

He pushed through the double doors marked MORGUE. "I'll get Thalia's personal effects," Barry said. "Meet you out front." Brigail walked to the restroom. She locked the door behind her. Turned on the tap. Pressed both palms to the edge of the sink and let her eyes close for three full seconds. Then the middle stall opened. She looked at the mirror. Blue eyes. Scrub cap. Surgical mask pulled down below his chin. He was leaning against the cubicle door watching her with the expression she had not seen in too long.

the agent muttered, and then slid a card across the bar counter. - "What..." the woman tried to mumble, but her speech was cut off. - "Connor Rivera has information that benefits us, and I need you to find out what it is." The bartender returned with Blair's drink, and she forgot to thank him. She was worried about Colton's presence, the order he was making, and his next actions. - "Campari, please" the agent asked the bartender. - "I don't understand what I need to do," she whispered.

he muttered softly. Allen stepped on the gas, intending to cross the street and enter the clinic. However, before he could, the extremely busy highway prevented him from doing so. His phone rang again. Allen reflexively slammed on the brakes. Thinking the men he had assigned to watch Dr. Brandon Kim had an update, he checked his phone. However, it turned out to be the men he had tasked with guarding Aslan at Rosat headquarters. “What’s going on?” he asked. “Mr. Allen! Something terrible has happened. Mr. Aslan... he..."

More than a hundred people stood there motionless, and even if they stayed still and let her make a move, she'd probably exhaust herself before taking them all down! A sneer flashed across Six Ears’ face. However, no matter what Six Ears and the others thought, in a split second, Bluebird had already reached the fierce security guards of the underground boxing match. Leading the charge was a burly, bald man. When he saw Bluebird’s face, he froze for a moment, clearly taken aback.

I looked down at the obvious stain and pouted, "First time wearing it, seven hundred pounds down the drain." "Seven hundred, for that? It's just a T-shirt, like is it bulletproof or something?" I lifted my eyes and shot him a glare. He's really got some nerve, some very hot nerve. The bartender came back and handed him a glass and a handful of napkins. Without asking for my permission, Mr. beautiful leaned in toward me, the heavy scent of his musky cologne consumed me into a whirlwind, and I sucked into a stuttering breath. "You want the stain out?" He asked, a perfect eyebrow raising.

Balthazar's ocean blue eyes lit up with excitement as he laughed. "Where the hell were you?" Apollo sneered. Balthazar shrugged his shoulders, ignoring Garren's demand. "I am a very important man, Lollypop. I had a business deal to check in on. It's going smoothly, I might add." Balthazar leaned further back in Garren's chair, forming a ball of blue flames in his palm and began twirling it between his fingers. "So when do we leave?" He asked, not bothering to look my way as he watched his hand.