Aries The Beyblade Novels & Stories

Dylan greeted. "Have you lost your mind, Dylan? Why would I accept regular beastmen in my tribe? They don't belong here in the North," he responded. "They are not just regular beastmen, Aquil," Dylan replied, then extended his hand to me and pulled me near. "Let me introduce myself," I whispered while pulling his arm. He smiled and nodded. "I am Ari, goddess of the sun. Heed my words! Lower your weapons!" I ordered as I transformed into my passive-aggressive form.

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.

stay where you're placed and don't mess up our team" he grated and I swallowed as I slowly went to stand quietly. When the sport master was through with pairing us, he left and Aires came up to address us, it is obvious that he was the leader of our team, all through his talks, I couldn't snap my gaze from those stormy grey eyes with a rim of gold, such odd color of eyes but it suits him perfectly, he was created in such perfection that other creature needed to envy him, for a sixteen years old boy, his muscles were already toned and built, he must have been using the gym, I imagined him wrapped those arms around me as we move step by step in line with music being played for us, and then, he

"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.

Every beat of his heart was a drum in my own chest. “I spent my whole life fearing the beast,” he whispered, his hand sliding beneath the silk of my robe to find the warm skin of my thigh. “I thought a mate would be a weakness. A way for my enemies to hurt me. But you… you’re the blade, Arielle. You’re the one who keeps the beast focused.” “Is the beast satisfied?” I asked, my fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him down toward me. “Never,” he growled.

Three silver-bladed knives, blessed by the Watchers and the elders of every tribe, rested there. Aria’s heart pounded—not with dread, but with the trembling awe of new beginnings. She pressed her palm to the blade, letting a single drop of blood fall onto the stone. Xander did the same, his hand steady, his eyes never leaving hers. Their daughter hesitated only a second before offering her palm, the blood a small, bright bead in the moonlight.

Siron and Kit scrambled to close the doors that were still hanging open. As the van began to pick up speed, one of the Soul Reapers jumped, clutching the roof. Then another, and another. The van grew heavy, slowing down. "Get them off!" Kit yelled. Siron looked out the window. Ari stood in the distance, watching with a smile. He raised his hand again, and this time, from his robes, he pulled out a strange weapon, a short spear with a tip made of silver crystal. Ari threw it. The spear whistled through the air, aimed not at Siron or the Soul Flower, but at...

Arlyaen bellowed, wiping the saliva off his face. Hayden didn't waste a second. He hurled his weapon into the air and leaped to the opposite side of the room, his voice rising in a steady chant. As the sword hovered, glowing symbols spiraled around it, their light intensifying with each word. From the blade's tip, a beam of sapphire energy erupted, carving a blazing arc across the floor and trapping Arlyaen in the middle. However, Arlyaen, Lord of the fallen angels, was no ordinary foe. Simple tricks wouldn't hold him.

Harry said in a corrective tone. "Fine, but that's not the point. Blade is back to Haven and I know that his performance at the party was just a tip of the iceberg." Dexter said, sweating profusely. "Is that why you've got yourself all worked up?" Harry asked, looking confused. "Isn't that enough reason?" "No, it isn't." Harry said. "You're an Alpha. If you can't take care of Blade, then we are all vulnerable. The whole pack and Haven itself is relying on you, you can't be here killing yourself before you even confront Blade."

' look but I averted my gaze towards Pear before standing beside Maze. I ignored Mac when he patted my back to stop me. But I can't take this anymore. I can't handle seeing the both of them flirting in front of me. It makes me want to puke. I took the remote from Maze abruptly to show them the next slide. I ignored his gaze even though I feel like it's piercing through my soul and I looked at Pear coldly.