Rin Fanart Blue Lock Novels & Stories

Merely within the tick-tock of the seconds, the three strongest and most powerful fighters in Ocean Blue Land had been nowhere to be seen. *** Hanny’s earrings, Sumico’s bracelet, as well as Evania’s necklace went on shining and shining immensely brightly and dazzlingly. Lisa Felisha and Claudia Luvin who’d been trying to break Sumico’s sky blue barricade around her whole body, started to be overwhelmed. They couldn’t see clearly due to the vastly bright as well as dazzling light. “What blue light is this? I can’t see clearly!” hissed King Richard Orlando Lie squinting strongly his pair of eyes.

“Look. Stare at him.” When Blue saw the picture, his jaw dropped. “No way. Your brother is Blackarlito Monteriru Fufu?” “You know my brother?” Katleya asked, confused. “Yeah.” “How?” “He’s a famous model,” Blue answered. He turned to Grey. “Looks like the wind’s changed direction, huh?” He moved closer to Grey, slung an arm around his friend, and squeezed his firm arm. “We accept you, okay? We love you.”

Thus, the pressure on Blue is very heavy, especially since he (Reyan) also needs to be treated by Blue. “Focus!” Reyan told Blue when he saw that Blue’s golden pupils were filled with confusion while his expression looked absent-minded. Reyan could guess that Blue is thinking of something again, and this something is making him even more nervous! “Stop thinking! Don’t think of anything else right now and just focus on healing Hail!” he told him. “Nothing else!” he emphasized. Blue looked at Reyan with his eyes red due to tears threatening to fall. “But…” he spoke with his voice trembling, showing how nervous Blue feels right now. “What if… what if I… I kil – “ he said.

So there was no way the next Blue Team member would be able to deal with Orange Monk. Soon, the next Blue Team member walked to the centre of the stadium. He was a handsome man, just like Blue Mantis. But he was slightly taller than Blue Mantis and had a stocky build. “The next representative for the Blue Team, the powerful Strength Type Thrasher, Musclehead, is here!” Peter shouted loudly. The crowd quickly erupted into cheers as they tried to encourage Musclehead. Although they knew that Musclehead was weaker than Orange Monk, they were hoping for a miracle.

He reached into his indigo sash with his left hand and pulled out a small, old iron fan that was inlaid with black glass runes the Shield of the Kurogane. He snapped the fan open with a sharp, metallic click. The moment Laila’s sapphire-blue blades struck the iron fan, a massive shockwave of black mist and silver fire erupted between them, the force of the spiritual collision shattering the stone pavers beneath their boots into a fine, gray dust. Laila was forced back three steps, her boots leaving deep ruts in the gravel, her arms vibrating with a dull, sickening numbness that she hadn't felt since the Bank of England.

"Welcome to the real 'Live Environment.' The world didn't want a 'Sovereign-Update,' Elara. They wanted a Show. They wanted to see the wolves fight for their lives in a world that finally makes sense to them." The Neon-Blue Star In the center of the rink stood Julian. He was draped in the colors of The Shadows—a sleek, midnight-black uniform that looked like liquid armor. He held his stick with a professional, clinical grace. But it was his eyes that broke Elara’s heart. They weren't silver-gold, and they weren't void-black. They were a bright, artificial Neon-Blue, the color of a screen that had been left on too long. "Julian!" Elara shouted, her voice lost in the surge of the crowd's cheer

I tell her to distract her. She looks at me and say, “You are right. I’m hungry now. But this guy—” She points her finger on Blue’s chest but he just smirks at her. Then he turns away and leaves the room shaking his head. “Stubborn brat.” I hear him say before leaving. I chuckle. Freya-unnie suspiciously looks at me. “Why are you laughing?” “I just find you and Blue cute.” I honestly answer. “Cute? Us? Are you blind, Mythi? We are not cute. Especially him and especially us together! Never!” Unnie strongly disagrees.

he spits, stepping toward me. A hand grabs onto my arm and gently pulls be backward. Smirnov steps in front of me, blocking Anderson's path to me. He places my boba in my hand and turns back to his friend. "Back off," he tells him, a strange edge to his voice. "What?" Anderson questions, eyes wide. "Back off," he repeats. "You got the reaction you wanted, and it is over now," "She punched me," "You deserved it. Now back the fuck off,"

But now, Fenrir has returned—and his eyes are blue. Not just any blue. A brilliant, vibrant, electric blue that doesn’t merely glow—it moves, swirling like a live current of energy, as if lightning itself pulses within them. My mind stumbles over the impossibility, struggling to process what I’ve just seen. This isn’t normal. It isn’t natural. Is this some side effect of Fenrir being locked away for so long? Has his isolation twisted him into something else entirely? This can’t be real.

“Hmm… I wondered about that. Blaze might not look like it— but he got himself in 3rd place, oh wait, it’s 4th now, with just his fists alone.” “Huh…?” I was surprised. “His rank is just under Persia…!?” I immediately activated my screen and checked the rankings. It made me jaw-dropped. The latest top eight was as so: 1. Lucifer Nightwalker von Nightmare 2. Kuroyuki Shiroha 3. Persia Silverlight 4. Crimson Veludora Blaze 5. August Whisperwind 6. Rumelia Heartlock 7. Kronos Y Chronoclock 8. Sherry Scarlet Rosenberk