Bell's Beyblade Novels & Stories

She rolled her eyes and ignored Morgan's question, but he asked again. "I don't know. She's a systems technician at Blitz AI and came here to check on important matters related to Lunox's cooperation with their company," Bella replied indifferently, continuing to do the work that had been keeping her busy, which was listening to everything Dillan and Moira were discussing with the managerial and operational teams, so that she was occasionally not too focused on the conversation with Morgan.

He's not kidding. I nod. "Dinner's ready." *** 4am. The cabin door rattles with three loud bangs, followed by another three, and then another. It makes me wonder who the hell would come here this early in the morning and why they’re being so demanding. I rush downstairs to find Oliver behind the door and when he opens it, two large men stand glaring at him. “The doorbell is just as effective, you know,” he says sarcastically. “We’re looking for a lady named Bella,” one of them says ignoring his tone, while the other peaks into the house over Oliver’s shoulder. My heart skips as his eyes land on me.

Damn it, I needed to get control of my temper before I agitated them further. Giving in, Benjamin grabbed the boy's hands and began inching closer to the vehicles. The second the boys came into sight, the Soul Eaters locked onto them. "Shit! Benny, GO!" I cried stepping back into their line of sight letting loose of my anger and fear. To his credit, Benny didn't hesitate. He picked them up and ran towards the cars. His long gangly legs eating up the distance that seemed like thousands of feet between us and the vehicles.

Bella wore her under wears, she wondered what he was going to do to her, she felt her Inner thighs flush with excitement. "Good thing you didn't put on your clothes." Blade said, quickly without thinking twice he carried her bridal style, Bella gasped, she wasn't expecting him to be quite sudden and just like a flash, he disappeared into thin air. The next seconds, they found themselves in her room, she was surprised at the sudden disappearance. "You disappear?" Bella asked, her face filled with confusion. "I teleport, not all vampires does that, only but five of the vampires in the vampire kingdom teleport. The rest of the vampires run with a good speed."

"Take my Darkgold Bell. It'll protect you." The Darkgold Bell was a spiritual treasure that had qualities of both attack and defense. The energy inside of it formed the vitality of heaven and earth, and ordinary attacks were useless in breaking through it. Although the Thunderbolt Tribulation in front of him was turbulent, Severin was confident that Selene could safely survive it.

The world outside the spiral is gone. There’s only the circle and the storm. Zayla stands at the center, the ground beneath her stripped raw by wind and power. Her hands are ringed in violet fire, fingers splayed, every nerve alive with the memory of her own bones breaking and rebuilding. Beside her—no, behind her, because Ari insists on a formation—Bella shudders with cold so intense it eats the sound out of the air. Scales creep along Bella’s forearms and up her neck, dark and bright by turns. For a half-breath, Zayla is terrified of her, and then the fear passes; Bella is family, whatever else she might become.

Bellamy whimpered as he sliced through the last symbol. With the patch of skin removed, Bellamy snapped his fingers again and crystal decanter containing a blue liquid appeared in his hand. He slowly poured the liquid over the wound on Lissa’s chest making the skin underneath sizzle as tendrils of smoke rose from the wound. Her ear-piercing screams rang throughout the room again. Bellamy hissed as the liquid splashed up, burning his hands, leaving behind bright red blisters. Once the decanter was emptied, he placed his glowing hands over the place where the branding had been and began to mumble an incantation.

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.

Happily, he was alone at his desk, his back to her. Allowing him a fighting chance, she said coolly, “You look a lot different when you’re not covered in fuzz, Graybeard.” He spun around so fast, he nearly fell out of his seat. “Rain! What the…” he trailed off, apparently realizing he was better off with his mouth shut. She smirked. “Hello, Azion. I thought I’d show you what you wanted so badly. What do you think?” She rolled the Bell between her palms, walked it through her fingers like a Chinese exercise ball. “Nifty little toy, isn’t it?”

The clearing glowed with the twinkling fairy lights that adorned every tree, and the torches that had been lit along the path to illuminate the participants' way. Brand stood in front of the Yggdrasil feeling like his throat was being constricted by a stiff collar rather than a soft tunic. He wore a bearskin over one shoulder to symbolize strength and protection. He was also glad of its warmth as the first snows had started to fall just in the last week. He huffed as Brodi clapped him on the shoulder. "Nervous yet?" he asked with a smile, adjusting the leather hauberk that held his broadsword across his back and the belt at his waist where the sheath for his ceremonial dagger rested.