Beyblade Dome Novels & Stories

I want to see his every single move. He's wearing all black - a shirt, pants, jacket and boots. The only different colors are his ivory hair and these weird, light blue eyes. He closes the door and heads toward me. Shit, I'll have to open the door now... As he gets closer, my breath once again picks up and I am a quivering mess. He stops near the bed and towers me, threatening me with this pose. My eyes are fixed on his. I'm not afraid, my mind screams. But my stupid, weak body says different things and I lower my gaze.

Dominic's forehead creased, "What did you say?" I sucked in a sharp breath as Dominic's intense gaze burned deep within my Brown ones; specks of black swirled his silver orbs. I looked deep within myself and mustered up as much strength as I could. "Bane is my bully, physically and emotionally." Dominic tensed and turned to face Bane, who looked he was not afraid of what was about to happen.

The golden light beneath Damion’s skin burned brighter. The creature tilted its massive head slightly while studying me. The Last Guardian returns. “No,” Damion said immediately. The force in his voice shook the clearing. “She is Jane.” The creature’s silver gaze moved toward him slowly. Both things can be true. The bond exploded again. This time not with memories. Power. Raw energy surged violently through every connection simultaneously, racing between me and Damion so hard my skin began glowing faintly gold beneath the surface. Kael swore sharply. “The seal is reacting.”

For a moment she caught some concern in her Lieutenant’s eyes, a bit reassuring knowing her back was covered. “Yes, Captain. Squad, prepare to move out. Drent!” “He’s rigging the autocross.” She muttered. The arcane dome the Battle Mage had cast had flowed through the wooden floorboards of the higher floor. Following its caster, the telekinetic fibers were now covering both levels of the warehouse. “I have enough charge to detonate the dome. We will have ample time to reach the boats.” Likaya was cycling a set of breathing exercises designed to keep both her spellcraft and her physical strength up to speed.

Elijah roared as both fists smashed into the dome of light. With a thunderous boom, the dome shook violently. The runes upon it flickered erratically as cracks began to spread across its surface. The expressions of the First Elder and the Third Elder changed drastically. They hurriedly poured Internal Energy into the formation in an attempt to repair the dome. However, Elijah's power was far too overbearing. Punch after punch crashed into the dome, each strike carrying earth‑shattering force. The cracks multiplied, growing wider and larger. Immediately afterward, Elijah turned and attacked the Third Elder. The Third Elder reacted in alarm, swinging the fly whisk as countless silver threads s

With the aid of the telescope, I watch as they pause, and next, my cell phone starts ringing. I explain the dome to him and tell him to go home. But he refuses, stating that if the dome is killing them, that means it will prevent my men and I from coming over. So he's going to use the opportunity to throw all the demon warriors across the dome. I watch him guide his warriors out of their cars, and they start running toward the demon warriors, who roar and run toward them, too. Surprisingly, the demon warriors all hit their bodies against another invisible dome that erupts from the other side. Trapping them on both sides and preventing not just my warriors and I, but also Zegulf and his warri

It rolls out of him like a huge tsunami wave. My breath hitches, I hate that I can't control it. He looks like he was carved from moonlight as heat from his near Alpha state comes off him. His eyes find mine in the circle, this is the arena, nowhere to hide behind and pray this passes. The signal is given for the start of the match, his presence presses forward, not seeking to crush but to claim. The stone slab on which we are standing vibrates in response, light rippling across the stone beneath my feet.

The great dome groaned again, a deep resonating sound that traveled up through the soles of my boots and settled heavy in my bones. Another long jagged crack split across the reinforced glass, snaking all the way from the base to the very top. The red warning light flared brighter, casting long distorted shadows that danced across every surface. Elara did not waste a single breath on unnecessary explanations. She turned and moved quickly toward the circular pedestal that sat directly beneath the highest point of the dome, her coat swishing around her ankles.

I let the heavy, undeniable sexual tension crackle through the open mic. "You built me a very elaborate dressing room, Franco," I purred. My voice dripped with dark, seductive authority. "But if you think giving me a knife makes me your pet project, you’re sorely mistaken. I don't belong to you. I own this fucking island now." "I know," Franco whispered. The submission in his voice was absolute. The architect of the Apex Bloom had completely yielded to the monster he helped create. "The hub is yours. You have full administrative access to the labyrinth’s pneumatic bulkheads. The board is yours to manipulate."

Nirvana asked " I'm sure you'll like my surprise" Kono smiled " Come forward" Kono said and immediately Jasmine appeared holding a dagger She stared at the dagger and recognize it at once "The soul dagger?" She gasped and Kono laughed " I guess you remember it" Kono laughed evilly "I'm sorry Nirvana.. I can't allow you kill me" Jasmine said standing a distance away from Nirvana "Jasmine.. pls stop.. I won't kill you, you know how much I love you right? So put down the dagger and let's talk things out"