Beyblade Hades Crown Novels & Stories

To the gathered crowd, he appeared untouched, unbroken, the image of a young king forged by loss rather than consumed by it. At his right stood Zayden Storm, newly named Beta, clad in ceremonial armor burnished to a warm gold, his lion sigil etched deep across the chestplate. At his left, Kailee Blackstone mirrored him in equal measure, her own armor lighter, designed for speed, her cheetah markings traced delicately into the metal like an artist’s hand had shaped them. They stood proud, composed, every movement precise, every bow executed with practiced grace. To the city, they were loyalty incarnate—the future of Ancnix standing steadfast beside its king. Only in the briefest glances excha

"We seek the Crown Bearer." Its voice sounded wrong. Not human. As though dozens of voices spoke in perfect unison from inside the helmet. Cassian stepped in front of Lyra. His sword rose immediately. "Then you're out of luck." The warrior ignored him. Its attention never left Lyra. "The Crown Bearer belongs to the Throne." The Bone Crown pulsed. Pain shot through Lyra's skull. A flood of unfamiliar images crashed into her mind. A vast black citadel. An endless army kneeling before a throne.

Another wolf lunged. Renji’s chain wrapped around its throat and dragged it away. Hayate looked at him. Renji did not return the glance. “Survive first,” he said. “Apologise later.” The Colossus convulsed. The glowing city began dimming. Raiken looked toward its chest. “We are out of time.” The silver crown still hung from my belt. I pulled it free. Astraya’s voice sharpened. “That crown belongs to Azure Tide.” “Then help me use it.”

Peaceful. Completely insane. And somehow… My twin ruled all of it with his weird husband though. Honestly every time I remembered Jayden was technically an actual king now, my brain malfunctioned a little. Like excuse me? We literally grew up threatening people together in New York and now this idiot sat on a supernatural throne somewhere hidden from the human world. Life was weird. “With the new treatment they’ll be okay,” Jayden answered softly behind me before pulling me gently against his chest. I relaxed into him instantly.

“We regret the haste.” Alina met her gaze steadily. “Then leave.” Elowen smiled thinly. “We cannot.” Cael shifted half a step forward. Elowen’s eyes flicked to him. “Captain.” He did not answer. The clerics moved past Elowen and toward the center of the sanctuary, where a low stone table had been hastily cleared. One of them carried a covered object wrapped in thick cloth. Alina’s chest tightened. The Crown. Not the symbol the court liked to display, polished and framed by banners, but the true thing. The Ember Crown, modest and unassuming, dangerous precisely because it refused spectacle.

“Two days ago, Alexander personally took her to a private jeweler. Measurements, design consultations—he stayed the entire time.” My heart clenched. “There’s more,” Ethan continued. “And it gets worse.” “I accessed her private cloud. Password was Alexander’s birthday.” Inside were photos. Hundreds of them. I opened the file he sent. The album was titled: My Knight. The most recent post was dated two days ago. He said this crown belongs only to me. Just like him. Next week’s family dinner—he promised to give me a name. The image showed an exquisite bridal crown— diamonds and sapphires set in a constellation pattern.

“As you instructed, my lord… the Horn of Sevrin. Unblemished. Bound in celestial blood.” He held out the relic, an artifact humming with sacred energy. Nihareth smiled, his darkened arm twitching with pleasure beneath his sleeve. The void whispered, pleased. “Place it in the flame,” Nihareth ordered, voice like silk wrapped around a blade. The god hesitated. “But… it will destroy its sanctity.” “Exactly.” His smile widened. “It will be reborn. Like you. Like me.” Another stepped forward—this one with six eyes and hands carved of marble. “The Crown of Irith. It still sings prayers when you hold it.”

Helena watched, breath caught. "Blythe..." Blythe lifted the crown. The metal was warm, as though the blood of those who'd fought still pulsed within it. She turned it in her hands. Not polished. Not royal. Real. Xavier stepped forward. "That's not the crown they gave you." "No," she murmured. "It's the one I earned." She straightened and placed the crown on her head. A hush fell. The Umbra warriors bowed their heads. Even Marrow lowered her gaze.

He had his black hood on to cover his face and red eyes, as the people might get suspicious. After waiting for almost half an hour, the High King finally finished, now walking towards the man holding the white pillow where the blue crown had rested. The Ice Crown of Glacia was made of Everfrost Stone, the most valuable mineral in the north, even more valuable than any diamond, as it had been formed for thousands of years in the glaciers, and it would never melt. The High King gently held the crown with both hands, then walked towards the back of Arth’s seat.

The crown glittered so bright as it was brought in. Zenith's fist curled. He was going to disappoint his father. Never has a werewolf ever worn the Lycan Crown, Never! Not in history. A muscle in his jaw ticked at the thought alone. Stopping right before them, Selda rose up and went to collect it from them. She carried it and went to meet Zenith. She knelt before him and their eyes locked. A smirk played at the edge of her lips and her Wolf moved onto the surface, her eyes turned blue, and his beast snarled at her audacity. Flinching a bit, the tray almost fell to the ground, her wolf recoiled back in fear.