Blue Lock King Barou Novels & Stories

S: I didn't know how you liked your coffee so I just got one of every flavor they had. To you, Blue. He didn't need to think twice to know who it was from. There was only one person that had ditched his original name to address him by 'Blue'. And for the millionth time, he cursed again. "Fuck."

she made to speak but I cut her off "You're wearing blue and you're a princess" I paused as her eyes widened and she shuffled closer to me. I chuckled at her curiosity. Guess it runs in the family. A whole family of curious cats "or you aren't a princess anymore?" "No" she blurted "I mean yes, I am a princess" "So it's settled" I said "blue is a princess color and don't let you're friends tell you otherwise. OK ?". She nodded furiously making her soft wild curls bounce on her head.

“HIS HIGHNESS, KING NIKLAUS OF THE HYBRID KINGDOM” They announced making father’s eyes tense, he let go of my arm and I had to rub the ache away in fear that anyone would be seeing the red mark that he had left on me, father’s body turned to face the man who was entering, his eyes met mother’s and I could swear I saw genuine fear in them making me frown in confusion before I raised my face to look at this intimidating king was only for my eyes to catch familiar blue ones.

The graphics were terrifyingly real, and Uriel would only ever admit it just this once. The red matched the slight hue in the corner of the painting on his wall. Beautiful. One step. Two steps. Three steps. Three steps in, and V was three steps out. He backed away as the player named 'Blue' approached him. Blue. Where had he heard that name before? He pondered, but he could only think so deep when a forty three inch blade was threatening to pierce him. Blue. Blue; a lone hue. A cold shade. Blue.. I remember now.

He looked pissed and disgusted that she would even say that. “We are not Mates. I would never be mates with an ugly, worthless excuse for a wolf. I don’t know who would even consider accepting a loser like you. I, Oscar Barlowe, soon to be alpha of the Dark Moon pack, Reject you, Lilith Brookes, as my Luna and my mate.” Everyone around her started laughing as he walked past Lilith and into Brittany's arms. The entire team quickly tried to make his way to his best friend, who looked to be on the verge of tears, but he wasn't fast enough as Lilith promptly made her way out of the school building.

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ Somehow, Asmodeus and I managed to get to the palace in the third territory before Callisto. My eyes were still fixed on the blond man's wings that looked more like dragon wings. "What is it?" he asked me with a raised eyebrow. "Nothing" I spoke sketching a small smile "I'm just thinking that your wings are pretty." He smiled, a debauched smile.

Several glasses were already set on the table—drinks he had mixed earlier, but the woman before him had taken only a sip of each before setting them aside. "Another," Sarah said as she pushed the latest glass away. The Blue Star cocktail shimmered under the flashing lights, its deep blue hue glowing with an almost hypnotic brilliance. But something felt off—it was missing something. Was it the aroma of Cabernet Sauvignon? Or was it something else entirely? The bartender didn’t refuse her request. After all, she was paying. As he prepared another drink, Sarah let her gaze drift over the sea of men and women inside the bar. Unexpectedly, her eyes landed on a familiar figure in the dimly lit co

Never this. Blue. Not just any blue—the kind that hasn’t been seen since long before the apocalypse. The color of the Alpha King. My chest tightens as the implications hit me. Could it be possible? No. Kassian is strong, but the Alpha King’s legacy belongs to history, not the present. And yet… Fenrir’s eyes linger in my mind, vivid and impossible to ignore. “That’s impossible.” I mutter under my breath, the words barely audible even to myself.

The club was a dizzying blend of flashing lights, expensive clientele, and heavy, pulsating electronic music. He settled in, the usual cold detachment settling over him as he surveyed the room. A king observing his temporary kingdom. Kael was positioned discreetly near the entrance. Khaid was mid-sentence, reviewing a market analysis Kael had handed him, when his eyes snagged on a figure near the VIP bar. The figure was small, navigating the crowd with a practiced ease, stopping at tables and leaning in to whisper conspiratorially. It was Bluey.

the big belly cop answered while pointing at King Victor. "I'm not a boy, I'm a king!" King Victor slapped the cop's hand, it made him glare at him. "I'm a cop, kid. You should not hit a cop. You got that?" the cop uttered, irritated. "He's telling the truth. He's the king of Blue Moon Pack!" I exclaimed, making our audiences on the road stare at us and some were now whispering while shaking their heads.