Blue Lantern Saint Walker Novels & Stories

~~May 19, 1946~~ On a picnic blanket sat two striking men, Blaze Neptune Hunter and Dexter Aquilo Gunner. Blaze gazes at the sky, admiring the blue and fluffy clouds, sunbeams piercing through the canopies of trees as the cool morning breeze caused the trees to sway luxuriantly. Blaze's eyes emitted a profound, natural radiance that sparkled within. His irises possessed a truly golden glimmer, radiating with such brilliance that it illuminated his entire countenance and penetrated to the depths of his soul.

"I will inform Mr. Vance that you're around. Please come with me." I walked after Skye. Now, I was standing face-to-face with an insane person. Shaun looked angry—very angry. His blue eyes appeared deeper in color. "Sir, she's here." I stood behind Skye, hoping he wouldn't leave. I could handle Skye's anger—he knew I was his "whatever"—but Shaun... who would save me from him? "Skye! Leave!" Shit! I looked at Skye, almost begging, but he didn't give me a glance. As he retreated, I heard Shaun’s thundering voice.

Isla looked up to see Damien casually walking toward her. He wore a navy-blue half-buttoned shirt, exposing part of his chest, tucked neatly into grey fitted trousers. “Forgive my tardiness, Isla, or should I say Mrs. Khan, as you prefer,” he said smoothly. “The traffic was slow.” He reached her table and extended a hand. “Damien Da Silva, the face of Blue Flame Stone.” Isla’s fist curled tightly. She forced a smile, trying to mask her emotions, but her burning hazel eyes betrayed her. She wanted to leave, yet she refused to give him the satisfaction of believing his presence still affected her.

Bane let his hand rest on the naked skin on Emma’s back. Walker was sitting on the couch, his eyes half closed as his pet was giving him a blowjob. Bane fought his urge to shoot the man. Walker had been getting on his nerve since he walked into Bane’s office. He was rude, crewed, and acted like a fucking animal. It wasn’t the first time Bane had been around men like him. The underworld, his world, was filled with them. It rarely bothered him. But now his angel was in the room and he was furious that she had to be a part of this. Luke passed him his whiskey and then handed Walker his. Walker grunted as he came and then pushed the woman away. He put himself together and turned towards Bane. Ba

WANTED ALIVE Name: Blue Iris Clayton Age: 24 years old Hair color: Natural blonde Eye color: Blue Height: 163 cm Body type: Slender OFFENSE: Stealing West Colony’s property REWARD: Ten cartons of goods. Protection and be a citizen of West Colony. CONTACT US IMMEDIATELY “Fuck!” Dread bolted through me. “Have you seen that woman?” I stiffened and my hand tightened the hold on the poster. “Excuse me?” I eyed the man beside me. He had thick dark blond hair. Shorter than me in a few inches, but had a few pounds and had deep brown eyes, and there was something in those orbs that gave me unsettling chills. He was wearing a clean shirt for someone who came to trade.

He turned to face the knights, a harmless smile on his face "Did you hear what your generous ruler said? He'd throw you a party. Unfortunately, your beloved emperor was unable to do the same. He even ignored all of you here! Khalil would have forgotten the South existed if it hadn't been for Lincoln's escape. It was fortunate that your ruler was considerate." Everyone's lips twitched in response to what the Duke of Ivrea said. Santi's expression was innocent, and his words were gentle. But they were all too aware of what lay behind those gentle words he spoke. Santi was an Azenlan noble. He shouldn't be involved in Toen's affairs, but no one dared to ask him. Furthermore, his identity was to

Suddenly, Sabine moves towards me and snatches the dagger right out of my hand. “Guess again, Bloodwalker.” Sabine drives the dagger into Walker´s abdomen. He lets out a sudden cry of agony. His eyes flash with fury as Sabine drives the dagger deeper into his flesh. “You might want to rethink that notion of yours that you are unkillable. You do realize that I can kill you right now. However, I´m saving my energy in case it comes down to a fight. Sabine speaks into Walker´s ear. “Now you´re going to explain to us how we´re going to unbind that goddamn soul.”

The mist surround the bodies of the gamaliels,swallowing it up,engulfing their souls and giving them no chance to save themselves. Something nudge Karen,the rough scales buried on the soils, scratching her,she hope it wasn't what she thought but looking back Zircon rub her chin,lovingly and a tear slid out of Karen eyes. "Karen."Castus scream at the top of his lungs but only his echo replied. "Karen."Castus stood still on getting to the bottom of the hidden sea,he quickly hid behind a tree and froze in place on spotting something,a frozen blue creature coil around Karen and someone crouched on the ground,a lady one in blue smile and gape from the tree,Castus stumble back realizing everything

"Jaxon is very young, and he doesn't know much about the world that he runs. He is the ruler of all Lycans, which happen to be the biggest Werewolf species in the world. He would never have seen a skinwalker before now." "Okay then...so is Ayla the Skinwalker here that happens to be 'watching' me?" "Yes. There is quite a few Skinwalkers here, a lot you can tell from simple observation." "What would that be?" "Every Skinwalker has a trait about them. The most common would be a blue birthmark. Although sometimes it can be blue streaks of hair. The more blue on a Skinwalker, the more power they have." "So Laila is pretty powerful?" Juliette asked, rembering the girls blue hair.

CHAPTER 74 — THE THING BENEATH The voice didn’t echo. It pressed. It slid into my skull like oil through cracks, heavy and intimate, as if it had been waiting there all along. Riven Saintwalker… I know you. The vault throbbed beneath our feet, steel groaning like something alive and furious. Blue light seeped through the seams, pulsing in uneven waves. Luca cried out, clutching his chest as the energy inside him surged again—wilder this time, darker at the edges.