Aries The Beyblade Novels & Stories

the driver asked. “In the Light Bar,” Aisha responded. She thinks she might go to the bar and need a drink to forget what happened a while ago. “I will fucking kill that girl with your husband, Aisha! I will fucking kill her! How are they making you cry, and that asshole! How dare he hurts you?!” Kai—her wolf, was understandably more aggressive than usual. Aisha held onto her chest; she could still hear the loud beating of her heart; Kai was about to go and take over her body, “Calm down, Kai. I settled that already; keep quiet,”

Except it is a dance of blades. Baldy makes his way to the ring and takes his stance opposite me. He winks at me and licks his lips in the most obscene of ways. Maybe I should aim for his tongue first. I tuck the strands of hair behind my ear and stretch out my right hand in front of me with the blade held tight. The tip gleams under the sunlight, it momentarily blinds me and I stagger back slightly. This elicits a laugh from Baldy. “Sweetheart, why don’t you just give up? You can’t even stand straight!”

But his focus was on an incredible level. as Kaye observes the movement of the bladed creature, a sudden revelation struck to her brain “if my theory was true, it is an LV2 HUNTER!”- Kaye

Blake dropped the phone and raised his hands in surrender. Tears fell down Bonnie's cheeks as she shook her head. She couldn't believe what she was hearing on the news. "B-Bonnie, put the knife down, please." "Why? Huh!? Why?" She pointed the knife at her stomach and Blake jumped. "Bonnie! No. Don't you dare!" He yelped jumping back in fear. His hands covered his cheeks in shock. Bonnie shook her head. "H-he ruined my life! For all I know he's paying you!" She sobbed, her grey eyes were darker now. She was raging.

Watching him made me wonder how much of him was armor and how much was the real person. A group of men were lifting bikes onto stands, working in tandem. I tried to keep my distance but noticed Blake moving toward them, issuing a command here, a correction there. The men responded instantly, no argument, no hesitation. There was respect there. Fear, maybe, but mostly respect. He had that kind of presence. And then there was me.

The little shit was fast, but he couldn’t shake me that easily. A metal door of a dumpster clanged shut, but I didn’t need to hear that to know where he was. His heartbeat echoed in my ears, its erratic rhythm a testament to his fear. Yet, he had no idea what fear truly meant. He would understand, soon enough, once I caught him. Then he would face the embodiment of terror.

I muttered in confusion. The shadow hands were pulling my whole body back. Ayla tried to use her power to dispel the shadows, but they kept regenerating endlessly. "Arie, welcome back to the Abyss!" said a deary voice with a mocking tone as he laughed with amusement in such an erie and spine-chilling way as he walked in our direction.

Hailey said. Yuri elbowed June playfully but June just shook his head at her and smiled at Hailey. "Sure." *** Sirius did not expected the punch. He had been doing well and reached the semi finals. However, when he turned to look at June, he noticed Hailey sitting next to him. The sight of June sitting next to Hailey distracted him that he did not dodged the punch fast enough. His opponent, the next leader of another clan gained advantage from the punch and started cornering up to Sirius.

"Dude, you've been training her for a month. The girl likes you. Why else would she drink that shit you make every morning? And no girl works out five days a week!" Christopher looked away. "Don't turn this into a game." He turned back to them with a cold look on his face. "This isn't a game." His heart was drumming in his chest and he was angry but unsure. Carlos stepped forward. "There is no bet. We're all routing for you, Beast. That's all. Just ask her out…or else." He looked at Carlos in confusion. The big man flexed his muscles. He was a foot shorter than Christopher. He looked at the other two guys. They were flexing their muscles, too.

Screamed our defiant Centurion as we marched through the throng of our retreating fear stricken comrades, many covered in a terrifyingly large splatters of blood. As we neared our enemy, it became clear that we were not facing one of the usual sorts as the ring of its engine and whirl of its blade confirmed it so. It stood at the height of Three Men, suspended on six large steel limbs that had blades at its feet. It had arms that wielded two terrifyingly large spinning blades all twirling so fast that it seemed to be releasing a torrent of blinding reflecting lights It was a Faith Breaker.