Beyblade Hades Crown Novels & Stories

he replied lowering his head. "Listen to me carefully, I know you four have a lot many questions in your head, I will definitely answer them all one by one, first of all, you need to understand the exact situation," Henry said pointing to the four youngsters...Mars, Olivia, Zenia and Marcus. four of them nodded... "what I am going to tell you now is more fascinating than your imagination..." Henry continued... "Draco has a backup of his powers stored in his crown. The person who wears the crown will automatically get his powers." he meticulously enchants the crown with his all powers, long before the attack"

Then one night, everything changed. Relying on his spiritual power, Zephyr broke the curse on the other two. Lorian, who was now restored to a high-tier healer, used a secret technique to repair Zephyr’s eyesight. What surprised me most was Cael. During a hunt, he broke through his limits, advancing directly from Omega to Beta. At this rate, in less than a year, he could attain Alpha. Everything was moving in the right direction. Although all three of them had risen in rank, when they looked at me now, there was only unwavering loyalty in their eyes. Just as I had expected, they hadn’t abandoned me, like Camilla claimed they would.

Sanctioned means no one touches you—unless someone higher says they can. Caelric steps closer. “Where is the token.” The attacker’s eyes flick down, terrified. Soryn’s grip tightens, and the man whimpers. “Pocket—inside—” Caelric reaches in and pulls out something small. Metal. A coin-sized medallion. Even from across the room I can see the etching—too clean, too official. A crown shape. A vertical line through it like a blade. My blood turns cold. Caelric’s face doesn’t change, but his eyes harden into something I’ve only seen right before people disappear.

“Then the Light needs a new vessel.” The High Cleric blinked. “What are you suggesting?” She stepped closer, her holy mark glowing faintly. “If the goddess of balance seeks a host, the Light should answer with one of its own.” His breath caught. “You would risk that?” “For the crown,” she said softly. “And for faith.” He looked at her for a long moment, and something in his expression changed from fear to calculation, from doubt to devotion. He bowed his head. “As you will, Your Grace.”

Suddenly, there it was - amidst the riotous weather and foreboding wilderness - a shimmering glint caught my eye. Through the heart of the storm, nestled between the gnarled roots of an ancient oak was the Alpha's Crown, gleaming with an ethereal light that cut through the darkness. The Alpha's Crown – a legendary artifact of our kind, imbued with the collective strength of countless leaders. It was said to hold the essence of every pack leader who'd ever worn it. Now, it sat nestled between twisted roots, caught in the spectral dance of lightning that fractured the darkness every few moments. The crown was an intricate weave of silver and gold, studded with rare gems that glowed with ethere

Other people knelt as the king starts announcing. “Today, I proclaim to all of you. Thariem of Lunekleare, the Crown Prince of Clapestris, is now, the Royal Knight of Clapestris, after the Order of Eren-Narses. The bearer of the highest title next to the King.”

Mission accepted. My jewellery is onyx and silver, dark and glossy against my skin. Finally, Mum places the black crown gently on my head. It’s made of delicate metal vines and onyx stones, shaped to look like it grew right out of the shadows. And it completes me. I don’t just look like a queen—I look like his queen. “You’re absolutely stunning,” Mum says, adjusting the crown like she’s placing it on actual royalty. “Caden’s going to pass out.” “Good,” I smirk. “Let the man suffer.”

“You don’t inherit power, Eirwen. You dig it out. You pay for it in full.” Somewhere deep in the stone, auxiliary systems groaned and disengaged. Locks released with a hydraulic sigh. Eirwen stared at the shard—no longer glowing, just a chunk of metal, heavy and real. “This isn’t a crown,” she said, voice low. “It’s a key.” Domenik stepped forward, his presence closing in, not touching, but claiming the ground between them. His words were a warning, edged in steel. “And keys get stolen.”

"Doris said she'd like to treat you to a meal. I don't know if you'd be willing." "Of course I would." … Three months later, a new banner hung at the entrance of the State Automobile Museum—"An Original Imported Toyota Crown from the '90s: A Tribute to a Classic". Inside the exhibition hall, the old Toyota Crown was displayed in the most prominent position. The paint had been given a fresh coat of wax, but not with any new formula. It was a specialized maintenance wax for vintage cars. Matthew had mixed it himself. He said such luster couldn't be bought with money. It could only come from years of care.

Its design was extremely sophisticated, and the sheer beauty of it was breathtaking. “Isn’t it pretty?” Becky asked as she ran her fingers over the ridges. “It’s very pretty,” I agreed. She climbed up onto the bed next to me before carefully putting it on my head. “Daddy Rip said this was one for you, because it’s a queen crown. Mine is a princess crown.” She plopped down next to me and pulled the other crown out. Hers was gold with pink gems in it while mine had red ones. She tilted it toward me, and once again I was stunned to see her name engraved on the inside of it.