Beyblade Burn Wolf Novels & Stories

I cursed, spitting blood, yanking out my only real friend in this world— My wolf-killer blade, black steel etched with old runes, dripping with purpose. The kind of weapon built for last stands. It came for me. Snarling. Blue flame rippling from its jaws. Each step a death sentence. But then— FWOOOOM!!! A magnificent blue flame engulfed the beast from the side— Beautiful and deadly. It danced across its iron-like flesh, and then— CRACK!!! Ice spears followed, slamming into its flanks, slowing its stride, making it falter.

one of the witch warriors shouted. A massive ball of fire came hurling toward us. Instinct screamed in me, but before I could react, a giant wolf slammed into me, knocking me to the ground. I hit the ground hard, but recognized the wolf immediately—Storm. Regaining my footing, I saw Liv and Aksel split the inferno into smaller fireballs, redirecting them back at the attackers. Blaze shifted back to human form, his skin steaming with power. With a wave of my hand, I conjured clothes around him.

David's eyes darted across the enemies until he found a black wolf in their midst, looking with sorrowful eyes at the white wolf that a Gigabeetle is carrying. "Found you, make it rain here, boys!" He clicked the wolf, and the snails released their fireballs. But instead of trying to cover, it jumped straight at them. The wolf opened its mouth, and all of the fire was eaten by it. Its eyes began to glow brightly, and its fur caught fire while it was falling once more to the ground. When its paws touched the soil, the world turned white for a moment before a thundering explosion resounded. ---

I smirked and left Beast to his thoughts. I watched Beast for a while longer in the distance. He was focused entirely on the flickering fire. A beautiful, braided huntress now plagued his thoughts. He found it incredibly sexy watching her hunt and jump from tree to tree. She was like a cat; Sparrow watched from afar when Beast was required elsewhere. The fact that she was wild and ran with wolves only drew him deeper into desiring her. He could never be tamed, but a wild rebel wolf may be precisely what Beast needed—his compatible Luna.

Was I failing to meet expectations? _____ That night, all the wolves gathered around the bonfire, shadows dancing across their faces as Zeke and an older wolf squared off beneath the firelight. The older wolf was a map of scars, each one earned from experience. A snake tattoo curled from his right shoulder up his neck, rugged, hardened, and currently getting his ass handed to him. Apparently, it was normal for Zeke to be challenged. Any wolf who wanted the title could step up, but only the winner walked away as a leader.

Blake smirked, gesturing at Jasmine’s cousin who was currently clenching his fists, standing a few feet away, watching us. “Wulfric, if anything happens to my mate, I just want you to know that I will behead you without hesitation.” Alex scowled at Blake. “Relax, Adalwolf. Nothing is going to happen. I’m going to gather all my best warriors to go with my beta to keep watch. And then you and I will sneak over the border.” “Why me?” “Because we’re the only two people I know who have a high tolerance to wolfsbane. So if we get shot, we’re the most likely to survive.”

Shouldn’t he still be furious on my behalf? His eyes glinted sharply. “You never said anything about being shot with fire.” “Well, that’s what it felt like. A burst of fire and all I knew was pain.” “But the good news is, you were in your wolf form for over an hour!” Yeah, mostly because I was unconscious at the time. “Anyways, I don’t think whoever burnt GrimRock was after me. I don’t know if it was a witch or not even though all signs point to it. Whoever burnt that place was not expecting me which means there is something bigger at play here.”

I move. Aiden moves into the opening I leave without looking. He has always known where I’ll be. Steam rises where frost meets my fire. Aiden’s frost locks a collared wolf mid-lunge, silver ice crawling over matted fur. I sweep in. Amber-black fire shatters the ice. The wolf drops to the wet stone, unconscious, breathing. Luna calls the rhythm through our heads. One-two. Freeze-burn. Lock-drop. Bodies should be piling up. Instead they’re breathing.

Her eyes burned with hatred as she stared me down. Alpha Rowan raised a hand to silence them both. “Lea will face anyone who challenges her.” He declared. “One after another,until she can't stand or until she submits.” My eyes widened in shock,the blood drained from my face. This wasn't a test. It was a death sentence. A burly wolf named Marcus stepped forward. His smirk was as cruel as his strokes,but something has awakened in me since my transformation. My wolf stirred beneath my skin,and even though I couldn't shift. I felt her strength coursing through me.

A month after my thirteenth birthday, I had my first turnover. I was tormented for days and could not turn around, I thought I would go crazy: my consciousness was constantly bifurcated, desires, thoughts of mine and wolves intertwined into a ball, not wanting to be separated. I don’t know how my mother managed to pull out the she-wolf then. Then I hated my father even more: for his absence, for his treatment of my mother, for completely ignoring my daughter! After all, when the beast awakens, it is the father or another strong werewolf who is dosed and pulls out the second essence easily and painlessly.