Blue Lock King Barou Novels & Stories

Right on cue, in the very next moment, the loud slam of the door being suddenly burst open reached my ears, Derek’s weight painfully pressing against my small frame instantly lifted as a forceful punch landed on the side of his face, sending him flying to the nearest wall. My gaze instantly snapped up, noticing Logan’s intimidating frame standing right above me, those midnight blue eyes turned completely black as he stared right back into mine for a brief moment, before he quickly averted his attention back to Derek. “What did I tell you about touching her?” He growled, seething with fury, wasting no time as he rushed straight towards Derek who by the way was still trying to recover after th

hoping to see my mother for some last-minute counsel. Rather, my childhood friend Clara crept in. Her face was pallid, and something that made my stomach turn had taken the place of her normally happy look. "Ivy," she wrung her hands and whispered. "There are rumors... whispers among the pack..." "What rumors?" My voice was sharper than I meant when I asked. Unease pricked at the back of my neck. Clara refused to look at me. "They claim that there is another person. Another blue-haired girl who says—"

“The blue menu is for Albaza. Albaza is Almighty Xcott's native language. It might be helpful.” Helpful? The expression Know your enemy popped into Leroy's mind but given his loyalty to Xcott, it seemed unlikely that that was what K'coba meant. Before Leroy could ask for clarification, K'coba bowed politely and left the room. Once he left, Leroy explored the room. He was more than delighted to find a small bathing pool of his own in the bathroom. The closet was filled with beautiful clothes. Unfortunately, most of them were too short, too feminine, too sheer, or too ornate. They were an unpleasant reminder of what he had become.

"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?

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.

She found it both touching and slightly ridiculous and did not say so. The Barcelona cherry trees are doing their own quieter version — not the mass spectacle of the Retiro, but the single trees tucked into the Poblenou streets near the warehouse venue, pink and white and entirely right for the occasion. Ferran, in a suit, is Ferran trying, which is to say he has made a genuine effort, and the result is a man who looks like himself in a suit rather than a man who has been replaced by the suit, which is the only acceptable outcome. Laia is in a dress the color of the sea after rain — not blue, not grey, the specific tone between them — and she has paint in her hair that she clearly didn't not

Memory. A crowned man formed from thousands of blue lights. His face remained hidden behind a silver mask. Every ghost dropped to one knee. Astraya bowed her head. The false king turned. For the first time, fear entered its face. The masked king pointed toward Raiken. BLUE BLOOD. Then toward the false king. STOLEN BLOOD. The door shook. The silver crown flew from the false king’s hands and landed at my feet. The royal mark spread across my palm.

"Honey, Gary Blake here is the assistant CEO of Blue Security Corp. You might not have heard of it before, but his company is big on security and also the digging of information. I have been employing his services for quite some time now, and I'm looking to take our partnership a step further." "Nice," I commented, nodding my head. The guest looked at me over his glasses as he picked up his glass of wine. He took a sip and then stared at the liquid strangely. "Oh, don't you like red wine?" Kai asked. The guest tilted his head slightly. "I'm afraid not. I am more of a champagne kind of guy." "Is that so?" Kai dropped his glass and then stood up. "In that case, I'll treat you to the best champ

"Are you ready, y'all?!" The loud voice from the speaker makes me wince, and I look over in the direction of the band about to start playing on stage. The Blue Boyz is a popular band in this bar. The lead singer is the bar owner's son's friend. Maybe that's why their trashy sounds are so in demand at this sleazy little bar. Or maybe it's because, after two drinks, more than half the patrons of this place become tone-deaf.

I know he knows that I know. “You are changing the topic. It’s fine. I read somewhere that Kings don’t show any emotions. But I love your smile. It is beautiful.” I see his gaze grow soft for a moment, and his throat bob as he swallows. Then when he blinks, his eyes are fierce again. “Left foot, Blue.” Oh, this man. I chuckle as I roll my eyes. “Okay, pa.” I look down to see what is on my left foot is the red pumps.