Beyblade Dome Novels & Stories

Runes etched into the stone columns glowed in soft blues and silvers, reacting to the mountain wind that always seemed to find its way inside. Celeste pointed upward. “That dome doubles as a weather focus. When the storms roll in, the runes amplify student control. Perfect for dragonfire calibration, Thorne’s shadow work, or… whatever chaos Remy decides to cause on a Tuesday.” Remy grinned. “I resemble that remark.” They continued through the corridors, Celeste pointing out the training yards visible through the windows—wide open fields ringed by protective wards, a dragon landing platform carved into the mountainside, and an indoor arena that looked like it could survive a small apocalypse.

“Doing nothing leaves the beacon active. Leaves him visible. Leaves you all… manageable.” Silence swallowed the room. Dominic straightened. “How do we remove it?” Rowan shook her head. “You don’t. Not safely. The beacon is fully integrated and biometrically keyed to his nervous system. Removing it would trigger an alert… or worse.” Lila’s breath came fast. “There has to be something.” “There is,” Rowan said. “Shielding. Scrambling. Moving constantly.” “And when they re-trigger Dominic?” Lila asked.

After all the contestants have walked through the glowing surface of the Dome, Quentin announced, “Let the competition begin!” Whoosh whoosh whoosh! In a flash, everyone blurred into shadows and leaped toward the dome. Fane studied the dome and quickly realized that as everyone jumped in, more dots lit up across the surface. These lights were scattered everywhere, and one could estimate each individual’s positions from the surface. “Summoning circles are amazing!” Fane could not help but exclaim. This was his first time hearing and seeing something like that. “Let’s go. What are you waiting for! There are plenty of treasures waiting for us inside!”

Three weeks of messages, pictures, late-night commands—all of it locked away inside something I couldn’t reach. Marcus came back carrying a thick folder and a laptop. He set everything on the dining table, sat down, and opened the laptop without looking at me. The blue light of the screen lit the side of his face. He started reading, turning pages slowly, making occasional notes with a black pen. He didn’t speak and I was certain that didn’t need to. The fact that I was standing there shirtless, waiting, was already the first rule in action.

Small silver skulls lined the frame of the square seat where the diamond had been matted with brown fur. I did not need to tell the maiden that the skulls were real, the heads of my father’s enemies, and some of mine. It was obvious from the brown hues in the bone that the servant’s bone polish hadn't quite managed to even out the rot, making it equal parts beautiful and horrific. “Why did you bring me here?” The woman whispered, her back stiff now as i followed her eyes to the smaller silver throne beside the large one. The one belonging to the Queen of the mountains. My invisible mate.

"I'll help you, Bima. Let’s walk slowly." They moved down the meat-lined tunnel, Bima’s flashlight lighting the way. Every step felt heavy for Bima, but he held on. The Zombie Food Vlogger BOSS continued to follow behind, his camera recording. Mmmph… the limping hero… burning determination… incredible emotions! Legendary… content! Suddenly, up ahead, the tunnel widened slightly, and they saw a strange structure. A metal-walled dome integrated into the walls of The Behemoth’s flesh. The dome emitted a faint blue light, and around it, the muscle tissue pulsed faster, as if protecting it.

stood before the massive timber ram. The remaining two shadow-beasts guarding the siege engine bellowed with rage, charging him simultaneously. Dom Jr. took a deep breath, channeling his father King Leo’s solar power alongside his grandfather Dominic’s raw physical strength. The platinum-gold aura surrounding his frame flared into a towering pillar of radiant flame. Dom Jr. lunged forward, sweeping his twin blades upward in a devastating dual uppercut. The ignited blades sliced through the iron-reinforced timber ram, bisecting the massive engine clean in half before detonating the dark alchemical fuel drums strapped to its base.

Through the haze of the deep, a structure began to emerge from the silt of the seafloor. It wasn't a wreck. It was a dome—a sleek, obsidian iris built into the very tectonic plates of the North Sea shelf. This was the Nadir, the Owners' true sanctuary, the subterranean twin to the orbital Apex. Dante steered them toward a pressurized airlock near the base of the dome. His movements were slowing, his muscles seizing from the extreme cold, but his grip on Ivy never wavered. He slammed a palm against the external sensor.

Kyle said, panting and glancing back at me. "I will blow your entire family's brains off when I'm done with you. and as for the question, don't worry. I'll help you choose." Dome said and a smirk curved up at the corner of his mouth as he approached Kyle even faster. But he halted just in front of me. And all I could do was gaze weakly up at him. My strength threatened to decline at any second. As I felt my vision blurred, he came straight to me, held my chin up, and graced my cheek with his thumb.

"Alright. We are doing the Kimura today. Alphas, I am going to label you. A and B. Remember, leverage, synchronise, locks, and trust. This isn't a real spar. Take care of your partner." I nodded, swallowing hard. "You are B," the instructor said, gesturing to me. "Alpha, please lead carefully." Eros said nothing as the instructor walked towards Alpha Kyran and his partner. "You are B," he said to the partner, then turned to Alpha Kyran. "Please lead carefully." He stepped back. "Remember. Leverage, control. Understand the geometry of each other's bodies. Now, Bs, please lie down on your backs, legs spread open."