Yandere Blue Lock X Reader Novels & Stories

She glared at me and with one final pleading look at Ryker who didn't seem to care, she turned to leave. "And, Elly one more thing" Ryker called out. "I, Ryker DuPont, Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack, denounce you Elly Woods as my mate and the Luna of the Blue moon Pack" The moment he said those words, I watched him struggle to breathe as he gritted his teeth. "Ryker, I—" light tears flowed out of Elly's eyes. If I hadn't found Ryker injected with silver, with slashes on his chest, I would have actually taken a pity on her. But I knew better and those tears are crocodile tears.

She was smiling widely, her eyes beamed. Blue rotated his eyes in annoyance. “Fine!” He stomped toward Black and kissed her cheek even though it was covered with a mask. “Happy now?” He returned to Pink's side. Black chuckled. Extremely satisfied and her anger vanished instantly. Blue’s scent was cold and sharp. Not even once his scent irked her. Unlike the rest of them, Blue was like a healing potion to her. He was aloof, yet soft-hearted. His only interest was good sleep. Nothing more, nothing less.

"I don't care, he should still have known! He treated me so badly!" "If you can forgive hazel then you definitely can forgive him!" Xander replied "He's different!" She snapped angrily and Xander's eyes dimmed. "He's different?!" "You love him?!" He asked but she just placed her hands across her chest staring at Bluey's grave. "So you do love him! And you love Maximilian too?!" "What the hell is these confused feelings lyra?!" "I don't know what you're talking about!" She replied. "My priority is that we find the perpetrator of this evil! Feelings will die with time!!"

He dropped her onto a tangle of petals, their blue ink beginning to stain her as deeply as the blood on her knuckles. She was rough, always rough, but today—today there was a precision to the way she urged him down, the way she made a belt into handcuffs, the way she pulled his hair until he arched his throat in offering. Xander was all swagger until he wasn’t, and she loved how quickly it turned to need, how the afterglow of violence flared into something else, something wild. They tangled on the growing mat of bluebell, petals in hair, in mouths, in the sweat-laced hollow where their bodies locked together.

, she asked, as she played with the locket in the hands, "Well I guess, the black is for the black magic, and well, the blue is your magic because its pure, and seeing that both you and Nova have blue eyes, I think that's why its blue", Alaric answered, "Makes senses, but look I'm holding the locket and the color blue is over powering the back, does this mean that the black magic in me is leaving", Annalise said, she was hopeful it meant that, because even though she wont admit it, the feeling she was having was anything short of being pure.