Blue Lantern Saint Walker Novels & Stories

With a punch, it was like falling from the ocean, the great pressure was terrifying, exploding everything, destroying everything, blocking and killing God. He was very excited, grateful to Tadhg Walter, hidden in the bottom of his heart. And this kind of gratitude, going to the outside world, immediately turned into a guardian, immediately stood in front of Tadhg Walter, raised his fist, and unleashed the power of the blue sea. He couldn't fully grasp it, but at Tadhg Walter pointed down, he had understood a layer of meaning, blue and one punch, but simple to use. In addition to his Sea Star bloodline, and the second rank of Earth Reach Grand, this punch has a bit of momentum.

It raised a long, spindly arm, its needle-fingers inches from Rowan’s back. "I've got you," I whispered. I grabbed the silver ring on my finger and twisted it. I didn't have magic, but I had the Star-Rose petal Caleb had given me. I pressed the petal against the wood of the boat. A flash of purple light erupted, creating a wake of violet fire behind the skiff. The Walker shrieked—a sound of static and glass—and recoiled from the heat. "Keep going!" I urged. We disappeared into the thick mist of the deep marshes, the screams of the Void-Walkers fading behind us. But the black fog was still spreading. The sky was turning that bruised, purple color again.

“If you want to thank them the say it to me and move the fuck around” “Look little witch, my name is Saint and this is my twin brother Parker we are the Alpha heirs of the BlackStone Pack . Silver eye dude is our beta Zion and the rest of these guys are pack warriors. I don’t know who hurt you and your family but we aren’t like that.” Twin 1 that I now know as Saint says in a calm voice. That’s when the guy named Zion steps forward “You think we will hurt you because you’re a witch right?” He asks me with a soft expression.

With gentler and more subtle moves, Sarn and Tahr brought their women nearer too. Laryn nodded his head in greeting. "Tahr, Calista, Sarn, Megan." He looked at Bastian, but then his eyes wandered to me. Internally, I winced. Not from the leer he half-heartedly gave me, but from the pain I saw deep within his dark eyes. They had a blue spark; whereas, Bastian's was red. I wondered if this defined the color of the true dragon once they shifted. I tucked my question away to ask Bastian after we returned home.

"You heard that, Yohan? The omega is asking for our names." I heard the beautiful man whisper to the brute looking man whose name is Yohan. “Should I tell him?” “You’ve already given my name out, idiot. Just answer the question for yourself.” The man named Yohan grumbled. The beautiful man looked at me and gave such a dazzling smile. “My name is Blue.” “Blue. Like the color?” Blue smiled. “Yes. Like the color.”

Her very voice scared me. "It's me, your highness. Vivienne Blair, from pack Scarlet NightWalkers." She turned into a happy yip when she saw us. "Oh don't be frightened," she insisted towards me as she grew closer. "State your business child. I am a busy wolf spirit." "Luna, I came to ask you take back the curse you bestowed on Beta Emmett-" she stopped me from talking as she growled. It rumbled the earth beneath me. "NEVER."

Luke’s father went back to stand by Luke’s mom while Luke stayed forward, and I went to join him. The priest, once again, handed me the knife. I cut a slit down my other hand and handed the knife to Luke who did the same. I spoke into the microphone. “I, Blake Wulfric, elect Lucas Hemming as my beta, to be loyal to and lead the Midnight Maple Pack alongside me.”

He carried a staff adorned with glowing runes, his violet eyes sharp and calculating. “Arinthal Starweaver,” Ramon continued, his tone laced with tension. “The Great Wizard.” The last figure emerged silently, his presence more menacing than the others. His jet-black armor absorbed the moonlight, and his golden eyes gleamed with predatory intent. “Kaiden Nightwalker,” Ramon growled. “The Rogue Alpha.” Jasmine’s knees nearly buckled under the weight of their combined auras, but she refused to back down. Something inside her, the ancient presence that had been stirring, rose to the surface, pushing away her fear.

As Hiya attempted to hand back his blazer, he subtly signalled with his hand, uttering, "Keep it." "I can't accept this... your blazer looks quite expensive”, she replied, unsure to keep his goodness to herself for long. "Yes... but its value pales in comparison to a girl's dignity," he replied, emphasising the importance of respect and self-worth. The moment lingered, resonating with a profound understanding between them. And once again, he reminded her how she wished for a gem like him but picked up a stone. -------------------- He swiftly started his car with a nod and zoomed away as Hiya said she would look her way after this herself. She watched his car disappearing into the distance un

"I'm trying to create a headwind to slow them down, but that walker is heavy. Wind won't stop it." "Don't stop it," Tristan said, a dangerous idea forming in his mind. "I need you to grease the wheels." "Excuse me?" "The Lift," Tristan said. "It runs on a counterweight system. Two massive tanks of water that shift balance." He looked at Saoirse. "Ash. How hot can you burn?" Saoirse looked at him. "Hot enough to melt gold. Why?" "I need you to flash-boil the counterweight tank when the walker steps onto the platform."