Super Saiyan Blue Aura Novels & Stories

Suddenly a pale blue light was seen from the furthest corner of the pool, just next to the washrooms. "No, not again," Sam cried. It seemed like he had seen a ghost. He was shaking. Sam and I seemed to be moving normally but those around us were all in slow motion. "What do you mean not again, Sam," I yelled at him. "This is what happened before they took me the other day. Everything stopped moving and something came out of a blue light. Please don't let them take me again, please." I had never seen Sam that frightened before. He often got angry but never frightened. I pulled him out of the pool and told him to run as I stared at the blue light to see what was to come out of it. Sam was well

Ruby swooped to the right, pulling Nya out of the way of that arrow and then followed Gavin’s dragon up into the air for a returning pass. It was then that Nya saw Slate. He was in his human form, on top of the castle on one of the turrets, fighting against a mob of Beelzanborg soldiers. His brother was by his side, and the two of them were making short work of the group as it was. But since Ruby was nearing their position, she lowered her head and sent a burst of fire at the Beelzanborg troops, hitting several of them, knocking many of them to the ground, many of them on fire.

The latter’s expression remained icy, eyes blazing with fury, as his body was enveloped in a protective blue aura. "You think your body can compare to mine? I’m far stronger than you." Adrian sneered. The needles bounced off Adrian, ricocheting against the cave walls and sending chunks of rock tumbling down. Tyron and the Violet Rain Bird were left speechless. They hadn’t expected Adrian to emerge completely unscathed, let alone grow stronger as the battle intensified. His power seemed unstoppable, the violent energy he unleashed shaking the cave to its core. "Heavenly Body Training Art!" Adrian's voice echoed through the cavern.

He has no way to block that sort of impact and it could easily kill him. Morrigan lends me some of her strength and I pull on my Guardian aura, creating a protective shield around me, Baron and the sprites. A lightning bolt heads straight at Baron, but instead of hitting him, it attaches momentarily to my aura, lighting it up and making it visible, sending a wave of blue and purple light around the bubble my aura has made.

According to his ex-girl, his mate Angel says he's a "creative, fun spirit." Damien had also changed from the Carefree, fun Spirit to a very cold-hearted sarcastic bastard. There is Cora, age twenty, who is mated to Demien. Cora is an extremely warm individual gifted with the ability to love the people around her passionately. She has always had strong maternal instincts, and Cora is very kind and gentle. The people around her are genuinely drawn to her gentle personality. Those always made birthdays memorable by making her favorite breakfast or surprising her during either lunch or dinner with presents. It was her 18th birthday, the day she would find her soulmate, or so she was told, but t

It was my mother, she kept me hidden, she protected me We begin walking again turning around so we don’t go too far, Tate did say to stay in sight. “It was clear that the sliver ones were born on the nights of full moons. But lots of pups are born on full moons But made a particular child stand out. Was there a time interval? A particular time, down to the exact second? but in one of our texts, something stood out. The birth of a silver one is as rare as the occurrence of a blue moon in the sky.” He says as though he was repeating some quote. “The blue moon is a time when the power of our Selena is most powerful, we believe she can sip a little of herself into the soul of a child born at tha

Aurelian repeated each word precisely, his voice steady even as his breathing picked up. Then the light came. A string of deep blue light coiled itself into existence between them, revolving slowly, tightening with each word spoken. An opening formed in the air directly in front of Aurelian like something being pulled apart at a seam. He gasped. His shoulders lurched forward. Kaidora tightened her grip on his hands and kept speaking, her voice climbing, the words coming faster now. His eyes snapped open. They were silver. Bright and burning and not entirely his own, the irises overtaken by something older that lived in his bloodline. His hair lifted from his shoulders and floated without win

Auren's Awakening Draven’s POV Everything became still. The clash of weapons stopped. The crackling of flames went silent. Even the wind itself seemed to hold its breath. Kael blinked in confusion. His sword wavered in his massive grip. Auren stood at the top of the stone stairs leading to the keep's upper levels. His small hands clutched the iron railing so tight his knuckles had gone white. He looked impossibly small and fragile against the burning sky. His pajamas were wrinkled from sleep. His dark hair was messy. But his eyes. His eyes glowed with a light I had never seen before in all my long life. Pure silver shot through with veins of electric blue. Like moonlight caught in ice or sta

He was a living mist, a swirl of translucent currents, accompanied by the faint hum of distant storms. Opposite him stood Aeoron, the god of wind. Towering and radiant, Aeoron’s presence was sharp and commanding, his form glowing in brilliant blue, emanating raw power. Aeoron’s voice cut through the air. “Have you been keeping track of your Windax?” Ielus chuckled as a small gust spiraled around him. “A little essence has been taken, Aeoron. I know that’s what you want to tell me. But it’s just a little.”

The air froze instantly. The smile on Cole’s lips stiffened as he stared at me in disbelief. “W-What?” I didn’t repeat myself. I simply closed my eyes. As if he couldn’t accept what he’d just heard, Cole stepped forward and roughly grabbed my wrist. My sleeve was pulled back, revealing the large patches of shocking purple bruises beneath—dark against my pale skin. They were marks left behind by needles repeatedly piercing my veins during blood draws. Cole’s fingers began to tremble. He stared at the bruises, his voice breaking as he demanded, “Why? Sadie! Why would you do something like that? Are you crazy? Why?”