Blue Lock Field Background Novels & Stories

"It's literally a Blue Moon." He released his grip while apologizing as he took a step back, Luna Dani gliding my hair back to where it had been while I stared between the two of them, I could feel that my cheeks were flushed now. Would others react in such a way? Is it a big deal that it's blue?

Three people who caught the method before they had the language and have been deepening their understanding of it ever since. "What are you thinking?" Ethan asks from across the table. "That this is the gravity field," she says. "The one I built and the ones they are each building. The same field, at different scales, in different rooms, producing different things — but the same field. Real things attracting real things." "We are in the same field," Jordi says. "We have always been in the same field," Noa says. With the precision she brings to corrections that aren't corrections but clarifications, it was never that they joined the field. They were born into it.

It was full of overlapping unearthly figures. I bobbed my head. "Game," I said after I assessed. "The blue one is Isla's. Rhyme designed the gray one. The red and black were painted by Boston. The pink and yellow was owned by Thunder," I guessed. "Yuck!" Thunder immediately reacted. "I'm not that weird to paint such colors! I'm not the cheesy one who will choose your favorite colors..." Thunder was not able to finish what she was about to say when Rhyme faked a cough.

asked Claire. "Very confident. Calm down, Claire. We'll find it," said Leon. They searched again for a moment, and Claire felt sweat start to pour down her real body. It must be hot enough out there. Or maybe the equipment they were wearing had turned hot. "There!" exclaimed Leon suddenly. He pointed to Claire's right. From afar, Claire could see something bluish glow. The blue color looks faint because their surroundings are green. "I just realized that blue is a bad color choice," Leon said with a soft snort. Claire laughed as she shook her head.

These blueprints could offset each other’s flaws. Not only would Alex be able to use Breaking Point’s blueprint to solve this, but he could also figure out how to use the third sword as well. Within ten minutes, Alex succeeded in solving it and moved some core points in the formation blueprint. After hearing the crackling noises of a machine, a stone door opened slowly and steadily. The door frame looked as if it was made of both water and glass. No one could tell what was inside. Alex knew that this was a force field formed by the blueprint.

Bryce, when looked at her dress, was speechless. "What's wrong?" she asked and Bryce replied, "Blair is wearing blue. Nobody else is supposed to wear this colour." "Why not?" Hope asked innocently when she replied, "Because it's unlucky for the bride. It's an old Irish tradition." "But it's teal not blue," Hope said to which Bryce replied, "Anything blue or close to blue." Hope knew about this and she deliberately made Amelia wear this colour. "Oh, forgive me. I didn't about this... I'm gonna change..." Amelia said to which Bryce replied, "No, it's okay. You don't need to. We will say you came right after the ring ceremony."

And now— Blue is lying on her stomach in the back of the van, one leg bent, her foot kicking lazily in the air. The doors are flung open to a view that looks like it was made to be posted—clear lake, honey-colored rocks, a few paddle boarders way off in the distance. But I can’t stop looking at her. Her bikini bottoms are a soft yellow, high-cut and sinful. She props herself on her elbows and takes a sip of water, then glances over her shoulder at me with a sleepy, sun-kissed smile.

Sucking in a deep breath, I tried to recompose myself before saying, "I will settle everything before going back to find you." I packed my things after hanging up and prepared to leave. I wanted to see Chase one last time. When I walked into his bedroom, my gaze fell onto his phone, which sat on the nightstand. Chase never set a password for his phone. He said there was nothing to hide from me. But was that really the truth? I opened his phone and froze. The picture on his lock screen was no longer me—it was a picture of Lucille. Golden locks cascaded down her shoulders as she beamed at the camera.

It would make this all the more real… Still, despite all this, I’ve been suspicious about whether or not this is real. Now, seeing that everyone has disappeared, a lump has come into my throat. There’s a very good chance this is real. Blue finds a spot for us right in the centre of the field. Not that it makes much of a difference since it seems the entire territory has been vacated. At least if he does something everyone can see.

, she asked, as she played with the locket in the hands, "Well I guess, the black is for the black magic, and well, the blue is your magic because its pure, and seeing that both you and Nova have blue eyes, I think that's why its blue", Alaric answered, "Makes senses, but look I'm holding the locket and the color blue is over powering the back, does this mean that the black magic in me is leaving", Annalise said, she was hopeful it meant that, because even though she wont admit it, the feeling she was having was anything short of being pure.