Eita Blue Lock Novels & Stories

My knees buckled, but Miller caught me before I could fall. “Stay calm, Jonea. We’re here for you,” he said softly. “But why Aland? Why would he steal a blue dragon?” Eve stepped forward, placing a hand on my shoulder. “It hasn’t been confirmed. Like Daran said, it might not even be Aland. Just someone using his face to steal one of the blue dragons.” I wanted to ask more, but the words made my mind spiral further into chaos. I turned to Daran, desperate for clarity.

“And the canvas is colder.” “Good.” Aria turned the rim of her cup. “How’s the light?” “It doesn’t hurt.” He smiled faintly. “No flashes.” “Then we stay there. Ten minutes. At the end we’ll come back on the word ‘blue.’” “Blue?” Kai opened his eyes. “You need a return code too,” Aria shrugged. “Red is the brake. Blue is homecoming. Like it?” “Yes.” He nodded slowly. “Blue.”

Lyra offered. Mirabel snorted. "Wow. Real cheery, your dad." --- After an hour of digital excavation, Elodie pulled up a file cluster marked: E. BLUEFIELD // DEEP CODE // LEVEL OMEGA Locked. Triple-encrypted. But there was a note in the metadata. > "For her eyes only." Elodie stared. "This file can't be opened without Lyra's biometric and voice imprint." Lyra stepped forward. "Let's try." She placed her hand on the pad and spoke: "Lyra Elise Bluefield."

And smiled firmly. Bidding their farewell, mounting the curb to call a taxi, and wrapped tenderly in the embrace of a thick summer breeze, Blue couldn’t help but wonder how long the allure of an ex-convict husband could keep her from the motherly arms of Sandra Leitner. And, feeling rather paranoid, considered whether she was in league with Marian… But dismissed the thought immediately.

He silently whispered to them. "How ugly." He triumphantly walked up to the launchpad, bumping into whatever and whoever, not necessarily caring. His eyebrow raised upon skimming through the board, smirking as he took notice of the Battle Royale. There were an array of teams joining, all in teams of six; apart from one. A lone player, with stats higher than anyone could imagine, though Uriel reckoned he could beat those 'weak numbers' in a few days. They go by the name of 'Blue', which already had Uriel convinced that that person was a twelve year old.

Sean allowed himself the briefest smile, absorbed entirely in the skill on display. Blue responded swiftly. Leo threaded a crisp pass between defenders, stepping back to execute a flawless layup. Two points for blue. His expression remained controlled, polite, but Sean caught the way his eyes lingered just a beat too long, toward the court, toward the plays, toward Sean himself. Yvo noticed immediately.

I would have to research why it changed colors. I threw on a loose shirt and tried to sleep but whenever I closed my eyes I could see those electric blue eyes of Eva radiating a strange light. After tossing and turning for a long time I gave up on trying to sleep. I switched on my computer and keyed in the words, ‘ Locket that changes colors.’ The search engine turned up many myths. Out of them, a specific myth caught my attention.

"How would you like to join me to bring the council to its knees?" Alpah Emeric, with ice-blue eyes, tilts his head to the side thoughtfully. another face this one with familiar tiger yellow eyes grin. "I knew you were the one when we met years ago" Alpha Mars smiles at my mate.

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—"