Blue Lock Age Novels & Stories

Elder Blake explained and I laughed. “Elder Blake, I can't believe you're siding with a little girl. Where in the history of White Tide Pack has someone this young ruled us?” Another Elder lamented. “In case you've forgotten so soon, let me refresh your memory. Alpha Whitlock was 19 years old before he ascended the throne. Elora is 18 doesn't make any difference. This is her right and the least we can do is support her.” Elder Blake explained, but they were still strong headed.

“I mean, I’ve never even shifted. I’m eighteen, and I still haven’t transformed.” Blue leaned forward, a hint of excitement in his eyes. “That’s exactly what we’re talking about. Lycans don’t shift in the same way werewolves do. Our first transformation usually happens between the ages of eighteen and twenty-one. And it isn’t something we can control. It requires the presence of the moon, a kind of… permission, if you will, from the forces that bind us.” My head was spinning, and I felt a rush of emotions—hope, fear, disbelief. “So… you’re saying that I might be… a Lycan?”

I walked towards the bookshelf, admiring everything. “Interesting, aren’t they?” Maleigha admired them next to me. Her closeness made my heart skip a beat, as I was so focused on the books. “I’ve never seen anything like this before.” I glanced at her and she smiled, “Blue Lake houses some of the oldest and most important books known to our kind. Packs from around the world travel here for information.” She looked proud as she explained this, but deep down, I had a feeling her father used these as leverage.

The silver-haired woman was as breathtakingly beautiful as I remembered, perhaps even more so with a hint of mature allure. Yet, to my surprise, she was glaring at me with an intensity that seemed out of place. 'The dark blue robe signifies that Sia has already attained the rank of Elder within the Blue Magic Tower,' I mused, impressed by her rapid ascent through the ranks. 'To progress this quickly, even without the aid of a system or summons constantly farming experience for me in the dungeon – that is the true mark of a genius.'

Would he ever get tired of making her blush? Later, as the sky darkened, Lia smiled tremulously as she hugged her friends goodbye. Everyone told her to relax and assured her that this would “just happen”, but she wasn’t so sure. Jake and every one of the Rogues had shifted between twelve and fourteen years old and Zinnia had only been even younger! None of them knew of a werewolf who reached eighteen without shifting. What if she was too old now? “You’ll be stunning,” Ellie assured her as she left, “just relax and soak in the moonshine. You’ll see.”

To these people, seventy really was way too young. All the seeds here were over three thousand years old, after all. For example, Nikolai was over five thousand years old. In comparison, Jade’s age was even… younger than three years olds in human age. Grand Emperor Rowan, on the other hand, has existed since ancient times, which was more than ten thousand years ago. Blaze took a glance at Nikolai. “Why do you care?”

“They don’t fucking need you. I exist now. I’m opening a new fucking dawn for them.” “How old are you?” “What?” “How. Old. Are. You?” Blake's jaw tightened. The amusement in his eyes flickered— just for a second— before settling back into that arrogant grin. “Twenty-six. Why? Planning my retirement party?” “You still have a long way to go. And you have enemies with no one on your side.” I looked at the woman beside him. He noticed it but he said nothing. Then I looked back at him. “I can help you.”

My family. The thought of it makes me boil in happiness on the inside. I drop the kids so they can continue their treats and turn to Ezra who I nod at. And he immediately understands my gestures. I owe it all to him. He’s done more than enough and the spy he has watching over the Bluemoon pack has done well too. I've managed to uncover some shocking secrets about Denzel's past. According to Cedrick's honest information, Denzel was indeed an old member of the Bluemoon pack. And he's currently seventy-nine years of age, which is astonishing considering his youthful appearance.

Rather, I ended up here, attempting to slow my heartbeat before the event that would change everything. Recalling the first time the elders discovered me in these same woods, I ran my fingertips over the rough bark next to me. I was a child at the time, carefree as I played among the trees. They claimed that my blue hair's sapphire-like glint from the sunlight was a sign of the prophesy. "Don't run, child!" Despite his commanding presence, one of them had called out in a soft, worn voice. With my tiny hands gripping the wildflowers I had been collecting, I had stopped dead in my tracks.

Golden locks cascaded down her shoulders as she beamed at the camera. A shiver raced down my spine as I clicked on the photo album, flipping to the date of my birthday. That night, Chase told me he was busy. He was so occupied with dealing with a batch of arms that he couldn't call me—and I believed in him. But the photo before me said otherwise. He was with Lucille at the most prestigious private club in Montagne, picking out a diamond necklace and holding a glass of champagne for her. I had never seen this side of him.