Aries The Beyblade Novels & Stories

"Hey, I didn't bring you here to quarrel." Aric's anger subsided, and he presented his chosen technique, "Wind Prison." He explained, "This is a defensive technique. I have a technique called Wind Blade that complements it. Not only are they of the same affinity, but I can also immobilize the enemy with Wind Prison and attack using Wind Blade." Elysia nodded in approval. "Good. You've done a good self-evaluation and selected a technique that suits you." Aric nodded happily, hugging the book and stepping aside.

“They’re part of a clan that’s been at war with the wolves for centuries.” He held up the card, and its surface began to glow with a faint, ethereal blue light. “Thou respond to my call, for who am I your owner. Lend me strength—come forth, Ari!” The card disintegrated into sparks, and in its place appeared a girl whose form shimmered like a mirage. She merged with Dale, her energy flowing into him until his body was encased in a suit of radiant armor. His sword, now glowing with an intense blue light, hummed softly as he took a defensive stance.

“The only way to send them where they belong is with Ajax’s blade. The blade will retain their essence and they will only be released where they can do no more harm. Using the blade on everyone individually would have taken too long and allowed too much room for something to go wrong. This way is more...efficient.” “And how do we get them into the blade?” I ask, knowing the answer, but not really wanting to be right. Aggie’s eyes flick to mine for a second and the ‘how the fuck do you think you use a blade’ look on her face confirms my thought, then she looks back at Abernathy and the horn handled blade resting near his hip. “NO! Absolutely not. Are you fucking crazy woman?” Abe roars and tr

I jumped up and I looked like a child who was given a candy because of ecstasy. I was in the middle of my fun when I realized I was the only one celebrating like a fool here. I hesitate to smile at them. They just stared at me seriously and then went back to examining the celestial weapon they had obtained. Raid analyzes a blue sword with double blades. A lion's head is engraved on its handle. “Raid, that’s the Blade of Pride. It brings victory to its user,” Archmaster revealed to the man.

For giving me Pepper, I owe the Goddess everything. I enter Bastian's realm and see blue and red wings in the distance. Laryn and his family must be visiting Bastian. They know why I'm here. The males approach me first and like we did when young, we charge each other and spin out of the way at the last second. The children laugh as we entertain them. It's been thousands of years since we've been happy enough to play this game from our youth. "Congratulations, Tahr," Bastian shouts after flipping upside down to avoid my charge.

It had a polished and shiny white blade, with a few mysterious inscriptions carved onto it. “That’s the Barelit Sword.” “Although Bareilly is only at the Petit Celestial Rank’s peak, his self-made Sword Path, the Absolute Sword Art, is terrifying. His combat power is insane when his Absolute Sword Art is combined with the Barelit Sword.” “He can even kill a powerhouse at the Great Celestial Rank’s late stage with just one blow.” “That being said, he’d be completely drained of his energy with just one blow and become vulnerable.” “One blow should be more than enough.”

Thora told her with a look of loathing. “ A shame, truly,” Aralu said, her words drenched in sarcasm. She looked past Arai and locked eyes with Acacius. “ And what say you, handsome lad? Are you willing to fight alongside a member of a royal Ishtar house?” Acacius looked at the giant centipede and slowly nodded, activating his Ryuijin. “ You two can fight as a team. I’ll fight with Thora,” Arai said, activating her Tribal Trait. Thora grumbled as her Kumoijin replaced her normal eyes. Aralu noticed the Abnormals, each awakening their Tribal Traits, and smirked.

“No.” The flame presses harder, trying to crush my will to dust. I move forward anyway. I will not kill her. Not for prophecy. Not for gods. The fire bows. --- I step from the altar’s heart, smoke curling from my skin. In my hand — a bone blade, heavier than steel, runes crawling its length. One word pulses with light: Nyxara. The beast lowers its head. “Then you are bound to her, in life and ruin. Carry that blade well… for the gods will call it blasphemy.”

We all run as fast as our legs will take us. “We will get there faster if we shift,” Bain growls. “Can you suddenly hold a weapon in your paws now?” I grunt back at him. “Your wolf complaining too?” Aries asks, grinning, eager to get to Mazy and kill the motherfuckers holding her. “Yeah.” Aries twirls the dagger I gave Blaze. “I snatched it up when I watched Blaze save your ass.” Mazy’s screams echo up the stairs. Aries and I look at each other for a split second, and we both push to get to her faster.

_“The blade must be claimed before it claims the world.” The vision cut off as fast as it came. I was on my knees, gasping, with Darius and Kade both reaching for me. “What did you see?” Darius demanded, panic in his voice for the first time since I’d met him. “A darkness,” I whispered. “Ancient. It called Aria ‘the blade’. It wants her. And it said… it said the blade must be claimed before it claims the world.” Elias, who’d been silent this whole time, stepped forward. “Then I won’t let it,” he said fiercely. “I’m the shield. I’ll stand in front of it. I’ll stand in front of her.”