Aries The Beyblade Novels & Stories

“Return,” Abe stated, and the Wyvern that moved with him became a midst that filled his right arm. On his scaled right arm appeared the marking of a Wyvern with its mouth wide open. The drawing light up, and Abe’s right hand was engulfed by a great red light much deeper than the scales that concealed his human frame. Abe pulled his arm back with great force like a bowstring. Great power was gathered into his curled up fist as his speed greatly increased. And like a flash of light he disappeared, leaving behind nothing but an afterimage.

Encouraged Hayden, drawing the Vermilion Sword with one hand and his own sword with the other. Titan was holding the Axe poised and ready to strike. Sprout was trembling a little as he stood on Titan’s shoulder but his tiny face bore a determined expression. Blaython was growling and snarling back at the onslaught of beasts. Cory looked up to the heavens, realising she was still underground. Well, under ice. An idea struck her. She pointed the Amber Arrow upwards.

Roth’s POV "Sibyl... my baby..." Blayze's voice travels in Nuri's ears. His hands were tugging at Nuri's, blood gushing from his mouth, but he did not stop, calling the Queen's name again and again. Beowulf pounced. His broken arm was flailing feebly in the air, and Nuri dropped Blayze to avoid his attack. I climbed over and pulled Blayze aside to sit against the wall.

I return it, forcing a semblance of calm, even as the uneasy feeling in my gut refuses to settle. Then I notice someone. An Omega, lingering near the statue of an old Lycan warrior, pretending to dust. His movements are stiff, unnatural. The statue is spotless, yet he keeps polishing, his hands moving in a careful, practiced rhythm. "That one," Aries murmurs. "His sleeves. Watch them." My focus sharpens. His arms are tense, his grip on the cloth too tight. "Blade," Aries confirms. "He’s waiting for an opening."

The entire mountain groaned beneath the strain, and the ground trembled so violently that broken pillars collapsed into the abyss surrounding the ancient sanctuary. A crushing force pressed against my chest, making every breath feel heavier than the last. The fragment sleeping inside my blood responded instantly, surging through my veins with blazing silver energy that spread beneath my skin. The mark behind my shoulder burned with such intensity that I instinctively reached toward it, only for the Blade of Ardyn to blaze brighter in my grasp. The weapon hummed with ancient recognition, its silver flames climbing higher until they illuminated the shadows surrounding Kael and me.

I barely had time to raise the Blade of the Unwritten to block the blow. The impact was deafening. The sound of our blades meeting wasn't a metallic clang; it was the sound of a scream. A shockwave of black and gold energy exploded from the point of contact, shattering the glass jars on the walls and sending thousands of tiny souls flying into the dark. I was thrown backward, my feet skidding across the obsidian floor. My arms were shaking from the sheer power of his strike. This wasn't the Rowan who protected me. This was the **Inverted Beast**—a creature made of pure hate and Elders' rot.

But there were others—backup options if she proved too difficult to isolate. Eren. The combat trainer who'd helped Bliss grow stronger. Sally. The handler who'd shown her compound protocols. Elara. The young healer who'd offered friendship without agenda. Any of them would work. Any of them would hurt her. But Aria was the prize. The one whose death would cut deepest. The one who represented hope and healing and the possibility that broken things could be mended. Taking that away from Bliss would be perfect. I spent the next hour preparing the ritual space for the final harvest. Drew the symbols in my own blood. Arranged the candles in the pattern Lycaon had taught me. Sharpened the obsidian

Aleister muttered, lifting himself from the ground. "Good. Here I go!!" Ruby propelled herself forward towards the ogre's feet by riding the recoil of her sniper scythe. The oaf tried grabbing her but she was too fast and too small for his slow and gigantic hand. She jumped on top of his arm and hooked her scythe under his wrist, shooting a bullet and letting the recoil add force to help her decapitate his hand. Ruby jumped down from his arm and sliced through his tendons making him kneel and cry out loud in agony. She looked over at Aleister who was already activating his darkness strike. Five artifacts aligned and rushed towards the ogre who can only watch in vain as his death stared him s