Blue Lantern Barry Allen Novels & Stories

She spotted Beta Declan by the pool table and approached, hooking his keys out of her back pocket as she stepped down into the room. "I take it my car is still in one piece, Sapphira?" He asked, a slight glimmer in his eye as he chalked his cue. "Yes, Beta. Thank you." She blushed, feeling several eyes turn on her as she dipped her head and handed him the keys. "I think this is the first time I've seen you in here." Gamma Brandon smirked, taking a swig from his drink. "Not one for social gatherings, Sapphira?" The Gamma's mate, Hunter, winked.

Jack, lurking in the back, gave a subtle signal. "I get it—weddings bleed cash. But using blood money? Your father's blood? That's gotta eat at you. You've still got a shot. Still time to fix this. Tell the Enforcers the truth, and I'll make sure you've got enough to start clean." Then I turned, walked straight to the Enforcers, and handed over my phone. Barry didn't move an inch. I'd seen him before—last life. Back then, right after Darren got admitted, Barry kept pushing him to leave.

To save the fucking humanity, but things changed when they already discovered the cure. I didn’t care if I wouldn’t receive the vaccine, as long as Iris wouldn’t be harmed. “Yes?” A voice from the radio echoed, probably Dr. Warren. He seemed to have the same voice from the radio back in the car. The radio message was probably legit, but why the guard suddenly froze when he heard Iris’ name. “There was a woman here claiming she’s Blue Iris Clayton, Dr. Warren.” the guard answered almost quickly. “Is she has bluer eyes?”

The man hesitated to say what he wanted to say, he was sweating thick beads of sweat now, because Allen had taken off his glasses again and was staring right into his eyes as if to squeeze out every bit of information in him. “Say” “He wants to offer Leah’s blood to his dead brother”, he fainted right after. “Didn’t expect any more from him”. Allen got what he wanted, so he ordered his men to send the man to Mulatto, dead or alive. *** Two hours before the fashion show, Allen was on his way to his mother's after a long time apart. He was going to begin exposure therapy.

“Very well. Make it quick.” It was the longest fifteen minutes of my life. Officer Monet did not help with her constantly checking her watch and clicking her tongue as we waited for George Black to return from the cop car. The minute we saw him coming back, she snapped back to attention and resumed her haughty, detached attitude. “Well?” she asked. “He confessed,” George Black said simply. Officer Monet rolled her eyes. “To what?” “To being paid by one Bob Barbier to kill Crystal Blanchard and Noah Bernard.”

He was in the front seat as Louis Delano drove like a maniac into the clearing, heading for the old, disused well where Hila had last been spotted by Paddy’s incredible computers. Now he felt his heart stop for a minute. The message he had received from his security men who tailed Bianca discreetly, was alarming. Just three words but enough to make his heart stop. “BARRY IS DOWN.”

As he gazed at Adrian’s departing silhouette, Barry called out, “Sir, I’ll show you my true capabilities and will solve the Luposia case for you!” Adrian ignored him because there were plenty of boastful people in the world these days. *** “Huh? Aren’t you Barry?” Meanwhile, an Audi A4 drove up and stopped next to Barry. Samantha rolled down the window and looked at Barry standing by the sidewalk in puzzlement. She remembered the young man rather well because of how carefree he had seemed when he was being held hostage yesterday. He had a calmness that surpassed everyone else. Barry was surprised to see Samantha. “Why, hello, Madam Legate.”

“The coffee isn’t bad here, and they have the best blueberry scones you’ve ever tasted.” He bought two coffees and two blueberry scones, and we sat where we could watch the entrance. Nothing was said out loud, but we both felt the need to be vigilant. Allen took a folder from his briefcase and handed it to me. “It’s another murder case,” he said. “A young Beta male is accused of a murder he claims not to remember. He has no criminal background whatsoever.” I took the file as his phone rang. Allen spoke briefly to someone and seemed dazed for a moment.