Beyblade Burn Wolf Novels & Stories

alpha Rowan explains to all of us. "Any questions?" Alpha Aiden asks and none of us had any. "Great, I'll leave it to you beta," alpha Aiden says holding alpha Rowan's hand leaving us alone in the room with our beta. "Yesterday you all did a great step in your life, you shifted for the first time, we have two grey wolves and an adorable white one," he says not specifying which one of us is which color. All of my family is dark furred wolf, I don't think I'll be the white one, we take after our parents and mine are black and brown.

Its target was Kaden’s throat. Kaden didn't flinch. He stepped into the attack, his massive right hand shooting out like a piston. He caught the wolf by its armored collar, the metal plating crunching under his bare fingers. With a roar of pure alpha dominance, Kaden slammed the wolf into the concrete floor, shattering the tiles beneath it. Before the creature could recover, he brought his heavy boot down on its chest, crushing the cybernetic core processor bolted to its sternum. The wolf stiffened, sparks flying from its armor, and went completely still.

Not just a wolf. Something ancient. Powerful. “You go,” he growled in the mindlink. “Save her.” “No,” I snapped back. “That thing is—” “I know what it is,” Blaze cut in. “And I know what I am.” He met my gaze, eyes burning with determination. “You’re not losing her because you stopped to fight my battle.” Before I could argue, he shoved me back. Then he turned and charged. The collision was catastrophic. The ground cracked beneath them as Blaze slammed into the massive wolf, the force of it sending shockwaves through the sand. They tumbled, claws and teeth flashing, roars echoing like thunder.

During that time, the Wolfire could not use its Blazing Flame Attack and had to rely on its teeth and claws to attack. Lukas was excited to discover that. 'These Wolfires are very powerful but they are just beasts. I don't need to be afraid if they cannot continuously use Blazing Flame Attack.' He swung his long saber and charged with vigor and speed. When the Wolfire leader was evading his attack, he took advantage of the situation by attacking with his other hand. He smacked the Wolfire leader in the back.

Julian lost his breath. And the last thing he saw was... ...red. *** AWOOOOOOOOO! Its fur was the black of the midnight sky, and its eyes burned like coals. A wolf, bigger than a stallion, towering over with a fearsome presence. The black wolf was more than just a Lycan; it was a mage, harnessing the power of fire in its fury. Its rage was palpable, a seething tempest that surrounded it like a cloak. Flames leaped from its jaws and flickered in its eyes as the monster unleashed its fiery spells upon anything that crossed its path.

Damian's wolf was a massive, iron-gray beast with a thick, imposing build that could crush opponents with brute force. Rowan Seres Velden of the Stormrider Pack had a striking presence, with stormy blue eyes that seemed to constantly crackle with energy. His windswept blonde hair, slightly unkempt, gave him a wild appearance, while his calm demeanor contrasted the turbulent forces he commanded. The Stormrider Pack was known for their command over weather and storm elements, and Rowan's wolf, a silver-coated beast with glowing blue eyes, reflected the power of the skies-swift and unpredictable as lightning.

Lucian could feel what Raya was before I could, that’s for sure. Two wolves appeared before us within minutes. One was decently large, who I recognized as the Beta wolf. His rusted color fur shagged around his massive figure as he sat at my height. The other wolf was smaller, about Raya’s height, sitting down. His fur was a deep red with naturally orange highlights that made his fur have the same appearance as that of a burning flame.

"Who?" The wolf met my gaze. "Those who would see the fire extinguished." The flames inside me flared in response, readying for a battle I hadn’t even begun to understand. But one thing was clear—whatever was coming wasn’t just after me. It was after everything. The fire inside me raged, recognizing the figures before me as something ancient and dangerous. The lead wolf let out a deep growl, his golden eyes burning with intensity. The rest of the pack mirrored his stance, their silver-shadowed forms flickering with raw energy.

Rhaedon spun, jaws snapping at another's leg, biting through muscle and tendon with a wet rip. I moved with them, blade flashing. A rebel wolf lunged low, I drove the point into its eye socket, the blade grating against bone before it slumped. The power made my strikes precise, almost effortless, but I felt the burn starting, a deep ache in my core as the merge strained our souls.