Blue Lock King Barou Novels & Stories

“What would you order?” Suddenly, Blue averted her gaze. Pressed on regardless. “I’d order two coffees and a cheese and tomato sandwich—a mocha have-here and a takeaway long black,” Blue took pause. As she did, she scanned the crowd of those who had since begun to queue. Wondered how many suffered the same silent fate as she. Somehow, felt no sympathy for those who did. There were worse fates, she was rather aware. Yet her self-sympathy somehow lingered. “The mocha and sandwich would keep me full until lunch. I’d save the black for mid-afternoon when I get hungry again,”

I said as I sat in front of the vanity. Linda and Amber got to work on my hair, setting long curls pinned up with a beautiful blue hair comb. It had sapphires and platinum gold roses along the edge. Amber put a light foundation on and gave my eyes a slight smoky effect. She finished my makeup with pale pink lipstick. “There we are, perfect.” Amber said before going to the closet to get the dress. It was a powder blue silk dress. It was floor length with a slit up the right leg to the midthigh. I got up and walked towards it.

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.

“Now that you’ve awakened your wolf, rigorous training must become our daily ritual. The rogue king is a persistent shadow, ever-present and relentless. You need to defend yourself when I'm not there with you.” My brow furrowed, piqued by the enigma of his vendetta against the rogue king. “May I inquire, what fuels the rogue king’s relentless assaults on your pack?” He exhaled a weary sigh. “It’s the blue lily—unique to our lands, it blooms nowhere else but here.” The blue lily? Wasn't that the reason the storage unit was burnt down? “And what use does he have for it?” My curiosity deepened, mirroring the frown etching my features.

But It wasn't Bernard Carlos was speaking of. Standing next to the boombox with his Sponge like Cowboy hat was none other than Boots as his boss called him. Standing tall stoic looking, wearing his bug eyed sun glasses, his arms crossed face unflinching doing what looked to be a horrible attempt at the old Cossack kick dancing. His version were more a keeping his upper half completely still, and wobbling his knees side to side and throwing in the occasional kick. And we are talking about his face not changing at all. You would believe he was a man with zero emotions. "Well from my understanding, today he is acting as Bernard's assistant." The night before Blue and his friends had quite the p

It looked just like the ones in the houses of extravagantly rich people in the movies. Again, I marvelled at all the good things that Issa got to enjoy as a Lycan King. As I stood inside it, I saw three buttons and a little opening on the side of the container. Curious, I put my hands under the opening, and liquid soap came rushing out. “Oh!” I removed my hands and massaged it over my body. The buttons had three colours, red, blue, and black. I didn’t have to press it to know what they meant. I pressed the red button and hot water came splashing over my body, mild at first before increasing in pressure.

“Now that the Orange Team has taken their place on the field, let’s welcome the team that is led by the Blue King. Coming from the west wing is the pride of our city, and the powerful group called the Blue Team!” Amidst the thunderous applause of the crowd, very much unlike the response to the Orange Team, four men clad in sky blue slowly made their way onto the pitch. Unlike the members of the Orange Team, every member of the Blue Team was a looker. They were all middle aged, but they were very good looking. The faces of many ladies in the crowd turned crimson as they gazed at the members of the Blue Team with eyes clouded with worship and adoration. Of these gazes, most of them were center

Walking into Swig and Swine Barbecue I can tell that I will not be walking out of there anytime soon. The vibe is all there, and everyone is friendly. I walk straight up to the bar which is manned by the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. She has the palest skin, like someone who does not enjoy the sun, and her hair is as white as snow. But her eye, oh her eyes are what draws me, it is the strangest shade of blue I have ever seen, it's pale blue but more like silver than blue, and she is built like a runner.

The stranger from the bar was the Lycan king? Goddess save me. Those sharp blue eyes moved away from Kieran and found me again. Then he looked back at Kieran. “Release her.”

” Darius explained as everyone stared at me in shock and dread or to be specific, my hands on the throne arm. Seeing that I saw Darius get burnt, I knew they weren’t bluffing in the least. But how come I was touching it easily and painlessly? Was it because I was the Blueblood? I highly doubted that. I stared at the throne and circled it to come to the front before sitting. The throne seemed the welcome me and loosened up for me to relax. They gasped again and moved backward, murmuring. “What is this omen?” “Am I seeing correctly??”