Blue Lantern Barry Allen Novels & Stories

Samantha said, before ending the call. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Allen was on his way to his colleague, the one who analysed the fingerprint sample they found on Samantha's window. They had a hide out, where all the secret agents convened. He was almost close to the secret hide out when he decided to speak to Samantha. He called her and they were speaking and all of a sudden, he felt a sharp pain on the back of his head. Someone hit him with a stick, at the back of his head. He turned to see who it was, while rubbing the back of his head in pain. There were three of them and Allen turned to look at them, he tried to identify each, but he couldn't recognise any of them.

Allen asked the second he got back. I heave a deep sigh to calm the rage that burns me inside out. “I want you to do something for me before dawn. I don’t care about the price. His name is Aldwin Baltar, the son of the city mayor. He and his friends are here in the resort. We don’t need to hurt or kill him. Just steal his goddamn phone. Do you understand?” “Copy, boss. That job is a piece of cake. Expect to have the phone in your hands before sunrise.” Allen replied before he left.

Her mind couldn't help but wonder what Xander had read from her eyes. "By the way, you have just one assignment," Xander said, his voice sounding stern. He signaled one of his men, and a picture was placed in his palm. He glanced at it, then handed it over to Athlea. "Take a good look at this man. His name is Alphonso, better known as the Blue Beetle." "What am I supposed to do to him?" "You have to use your charms to gain his trust. We need you to gather all the information we need, his movements. I want you to be a spy."

I reached for one of the blooming camellias by the hedge, fingers brushing the delicate petals when a shadow fell beside me. “Don’t,” a voice said. I turned sharply. Nolan. He stood with his hands in his pockets, gaze unreadable. “Don’t what?” I asked, more clipped than I meant to sound. “I doubt that there should be a rule for me touching flower puzzles. Or is that against your rules as well, Alpha?”

“What do you want me to do, panic? That won’t find the mole. Calm gets answers. Panic gets you killed.” For a brief moment, Dean’s lips twitched into something close to approval. He liked that about Barry. The man didn’t rattle, didn’t flinch. In this world, that was rare. “You said you had two names,” Barry said. “Give me the second.” Dean’s gaze sharpened. “Not yet. The second’s not solid. Could be smoke. I’m not bringing you smoke until I’m sure.” Barry studied him. “And when will you be sure?”

He sighed and hurriedly said hello before rushing out to explain, “Something is going on here! I’m bothered because I feel that this is blue blood in the theater! Please relay this to the boss, brother.” “HELLO…brother.” The doctor dropped the phone in dread and could feel his heart in his mouth as he dropped to the floor. The door opened and a man entered the office with a smirk on his face. He continued to talk into the phone. “Brother, won’t you talk to me now? What EXACTLY should I tell this...BOSS? The doctor started to sputter and choke in fear as he scrambled to the corner of the office. “S..sir. I mean Y...Your h...highness—“

I nod as I pop another peanut filled strawberry into my mouth. An hour later, Braddock holds my hand as Dr. Jessup examines me, waiting for the blood test results. A soft knock on the door and it opens, the nurse walks in smiling at us and nods, "Alpha Braddock, Luna Charlie as she hands a folder to the doctor.

He turned to look at Matteo and the blonde seemed to be deep in thoughts, Spade couldn't be distracted at this moment, not when Nate's life was at stake. Asides promising his sister that he'd bring Nate back, he also promised himself that he'd bring the young man back, it was more than just a promise to him, it was like a debt and rescuing Nate was the payment. They'd gotten close to the location, he turned to look at Bernie, then at Matteo. "We're almost there, gear up everyone" he roared out and they all nodded before they started, he pressed on the device in his ear "Stefano, it's time" he muttered into it and it went static for a few seconds before Stefano's voice came along

Copper and ozone. His pulse quickened. His grip tightened on the grip of the sidearm holstered at his hip. "You catch that?" Lucas, his lieutenant, stepped out of the shadows of the passenger side. "Blood. Lots of it. Fresh." The radio buzzed. “Alpha. Witnesses report a male, mid-twenties, fleeing Havenfall basement. Description matches the ghost boy. Mismatched eyes. Blue and violet.” Nathan straightened. The Cocolink syndicate didn't deal in ghosts, but the rumors of Logan’s prisoner had been a stain on the city for years. "Stay by the car," Nathan ordered, his voice a low vibration that brooked no argument.