Bluelock Novels & Stories

It’s a reinforced silver-titanium alloy, laced with an enchanted magical dampening field to suppress his localized shifting ability so he can't just phase out of it. She pauses, and I can practically hear her smirking through the psychic connection. 'And the best part? It is completely Bluetooth controlled. I have the secure app already downloaded on my phone. We can literally lock down his Alpha drive with a biometric seal and a swipe of a touchscreen, and whoever holds the digital key is the only one who can release him. Give me thirty minutes to prep it and get to you. Tell me where to meet you once it seems the big bad wolf has burned off enough steam to actually stand still.'

Athan showed no mercy, lost in the fury, using her completely until his own release built like a storm. Back at the De Luca… The computer unit. Kate and Bluey were busy in front of the screens. Their hands running fast on the keyboard with extreme focus. They were backing up the security of the Clan’s account where they had moved the money to. They made the account impenetrable. They were no doubt the best anybody could find. “Okay… and I'm done” Bluey said as he punched the last key. He glanced over to Kate who was still very much focused.

He steps over a piece of shattered crystal. "What?" I roar. "The online reports. Penelope just spent four million credits on a virtual property auction. She bought the digital rights to the old Blue-Claw ancestral lands." "She did what?" "She bought them, sir. She dropped the money two minutes ago. The network is calling it a total takeover." I grip the edge of the broken desk. The splinters dig into my palms, drawing dark red blood. "Get the cars ready," I whisper. "Sir? The border restrictions are still active."

"They break your mind. They keep people who know too much. Or people who steal too much." He looked at Julian. The blue light from the locket flashed on his face. "Like us." The light was slow now. *Blink. Blink. Blink.* It was not like the fast red beep from before. It was waiting. "It is blue again," Julian said. He felt cold. "Red was tracking," Viktor said. He stared at the locket in Julian's hand. "Blue is different. Blue means it is active. It is talking to the main computer."

Brent was typing frantically, bleeding the stock dry pound by pound, executing my revenge with flawless precision. On the screen, Lyle stared at the tablet. The numbers were dropping so fast it was making him dizzy. His empire – the untouchable fortress he had spent a decade building – was being systematically, violently dismantled in real – time. He scrolled down the screen, his fingers shaking uncontrollably. I knew exactly what he was looking for. He wanted to see the name of the proxy firm that had initiated the kill shot. Sovereign Bloom Capital. Lyle’s breath caught in his throat. I watched his eyes widen in pure, unadulterated terror as the memory of my dark, merciless eyes at the gal

Isla crossed her legs, straightened her shoulders as gave Damien an unreadable look. The clink of water being poured into glasses by the waitress broke the tension for a moment. “So…” Damien leaned back, folding his arms across his chest, his gold wristwatch catching the light of the space. “Convince me. Tell me why should I sell the Blue Flame Stones to you?” Isla pressed her lips together, then lifted her chin. “The Blue Flame Stones aren’t just another gem. They’re a weapon. Exclusive rights could redefine the luxury market, and Khan’s Empire is the only brand with the scale, reach and reputation to take it global.

One glance from him was enough to silence an entire room. The meeting began. One by one, the staff presented data and projections, until Bennedict leaned forward, his tone sharp yet confident. “So, Miss Vale,” he began. “As explained earlier, Blue Corp is a shell company founded by SilverFang three years ago—one year before the first lawsuit was filed. Their goal is clear: to cut off NightFang’s access to the ancestral valley, particularly the mineral-rich regions.” I listened closely, absorbing every word. So this wasn’t just about rare plants.

Gidon shot up, his voice echoing off the metallic surface. “This damn thing,” Lydia muttered, glaring at Blooby. “I thought you were supposed to be smart!” “It’s my fault,” she admitted, her frustration melting into sheepishness. “I didn’t program him to recognize forbidden locations. I only added that feature yesterday.” “Here is only safe place from enemy,” Blooby said, his tone unwavering. “Blooby save everyone . . . bloob . . . but everyone angry at Blooby.” “No, no, my adorable baby!” Lydia cooed, wrapping her arms around the machine’s metallic frame. “You’ve done well.”

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.

This was war. And Blue was the prize. --- Blue’s pulse thundered in his ears as Julian’s gaze locked on him with lethal intent. Liam’s grip tightened like a vow, but deep down, Blue knew—whatever came next would change everything.