Blue Lock 15 Novels & Stories

"If you can't assert your dominance in a situation with words alone, you might as well walk out and leave this competition right now. This takes skill and precision, not stupid brute force, kid." Aiden didn't like that, which is clear. His jaw clenches, but he is smart enough not to talk back. Not when he is so desperate to win this competition. "Intimidate them, and find something out about their sect. If it's not good enough, I'll send you home," Blue says, no softness in his tone. Clearly he already has no patience for any of us, suggesting another motive. I'm hoping it has nothing to do with me.

“A sweater chain necklace with personalized pendant—it’s not a perfume bottle.” “No. It has no scent, and it’s empty?” She wasn’t sure about her answer anymore. This conversation affected, and again, it was because of me. “It looks like a Lapis lazuli.” “A Lapis what?” Gael asked. “A deep blue rock. A long time ago, this rock is expensive than gold. A Tsarevich egg is made of this stone for Empress Alexandra.” “And who the fuck is Empress Alexandra?” Frost asked, mocking Darick.

𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒍 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒚𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒈𝒐𝒘𝒏. 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒅𝒈𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒕, 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑷𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕(𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒕).

Clara urged, nodding toward the remains of the bag. I extracted a square box wrapped in shimmering azure paper. It was a shade of blue that reminded me of the deep ice at the center of a rink—one of my favorite colors, though I’d never shared that preference with her. I chalked it up to a lucky guess. As I tore away the paper and flipped the lid, a stunning timepiece rested against the velvet. "It’s a Longines Master Collection Moonphase with a blue alligator hide strap," Clara said, her voice dropping into a breathy, reverent tone, almost as if she were reciting a mantra for the Swiss craftsmen.

“Blue.” The voice hit him like a punch, low and urgent. He didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. He felt Liam before he saw him—the rush of energy, the warmth that always drew him in no matter how hard he tried to resist. Slowly, painfully, Blue pivoted. Liam stood there, breathless from running, curls damp against his forehead. His stage outfit glittered under the streetlights—black sequins clinging to him like sin, like temptation itself. His chest rose and fell rapidly, but his eyes… his eyes burned with something fierce. Something desperate.

Meanwhile, across town, Liam and Luke Westwood—twins and heirs to the Westwood empire—were discussing the same project in their sleek, modern office. Liam stood at six feet tall, with an athletic build, dark hair neatly styled, and piercing blue eyes that conveyed determination. He had a calm confidence and a composed demeanor that made him a natural leader. Luke, slightly shorter but equally fit, had tousled chestnut hair and warm brown eyes that gave him a more approachable look. With a mischievous grin and a casual style—a fitted blazer over a crisp shirt—he contrasted Liam’s more polished appearance. “I can’t believe we’re working with the Kingsleys on this project,” Liam muttered, scann

As one of the commanders of Half Moon Pack, she had gone to assist a pack rescue at an attacked island. Blue pushed another block toward him. “Not that one,” she said seriously. “That one is purple.” Aiden paused. The block in his hand was clearly blue. He glanced at the scattered pieces. “This is blue.” Blue frowned, shaking her head. “No, dad. Purple.” He studied her carefully. Her tone wasn’t playful. She seemed certain that it was purple. He swapped it for another block…actually purple…and handed it to her. She beamed. “See?”

This whole thing was very new to me. “Oh, I have the ability to see into people's minds,” Blue said calmly. “I've always had it, but I never really use it because it drains me.” “Wait, you mean you've had such crazy weapons ever since? We could have won the craziest battle ever,” I said in disbelief. “I stopped using it for so long that I'd even forgotten that I had it.” She smirked. “Well, let's go before it gets too late and dark,” Kieran said. Nicholas was already done fixing the car, so we hopped in and Blue took over the wheels since she literally had the map in her head.

I asked, barely above a whisper. He hesitated, his eyes darting to the timer. I could see his throat move as he swallowed hard. “Answer me,” I said, louder this time. He sighed shakily. “Yes… it’s bad. It’s a Crimson Ultra Charge, my lady. Military grade. One of the deadliest kinds.” My blood ran cold.. “Get me out of here,” I snapped, my voice rising. Blake ran a hand through his hair, scanning the straps and wires. “We have to stay calm…”

Alex and Uri then go to a "blue" road. It is called "blue" because both sides of the road and the ground are paved with a blue stone that Uri does not know the name of them. It has a rather dark blue color, quite similar to sapphire. Sometimes the wall surface will be reflective, flashing light streaks, seen as very eye-catching. Because the stones gave off blue light, this road without lights could still see the way. Uri felt like he was lost in a fairy-tale world. He never thought that in real life there would be such beautiful architecture, let alone this underground, not to mention the area of kidnappers.