Aries The Beyblade Novels & Stories

In his eyes, Barry's Sky Demon Questioning Blade was still a top-tier blade technique. What he did not know was that Barry used this technique with a purpose. The Sky Demon Questioning Blade had two aspects: first, as a sky demon technique, it carried demonic energy that could induce various desires in people's hearts; second, the heart-questioning aspect directly targeted people's inner conflicts.

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!”

"That was a foul, Fayle." "What! It worked didn’t it?" "Taken don’t react to pain like we do. You can’t count on that low of a blow to count. Positions!" Burney rolled to his side and got up, still looking like he wanted to vomit. "You did that... On purpose?" I grinned as I backed away. "You said to go low." "You're dead," he said, positioning himself for the sprint. "Go!" Burney ran at me and I ducked. He'd expected another side step, so threw his arms wide and his weight low so he could catch me on either side, but his torso hit me strait on, pinning me beneath his entire weight.

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.

"Oh my God what the fuck is that? Oh my ..Hellllllllppppppp! Hellllllllllllp me anybodyyyyyyyyyy! " She kicked the beast back in the stomach, and when it was trying to blink it's eyes quickly because of the light yellow light coming to their direction,Hayley siezed the opportunity to try and run away..

“Rory!” “It’s here,” I whisper. He looks where I’m staring—and freezes. Blake appears behind him, sword already in hand. He swears softly. “That’s fast.” “What is it?” I demand. Blake doesn’t look away. “A Balancer.” The word lands like a death sentence. “It exists to eliminate anomalies,” he says. “Crowned bearers who disrupt equilibrium.” Ethan bares his teeth. “Then it picked the wrong night.” The thing in the forest tilts its head.

Lucy The bike roared beneath me, a beast alive with fire and steel, and I clung to it like my life depended on it. Maybe it did. My arms tightened around Blake’s jacket, the leather rough against my cheek. The cold night air cut through me, but the heat of his body under that jacket was steady, grounding.

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.