Beyblade Hades Crown Novels & Stories

I immediately wash my hands roughly until I can no longer smell his scent on my hands. I tore the dress I was wearing and threw it on the trash bin. As I looked my face on the mirror, my eyes are red because of frustration. I can't believe I was such a stupid lunatic woman in the past, I fell in love with someone disgusting. His touch and his kiss, I can still feel it. I growled and jumped on the bed to erase my frustration, but it gets worse. Hades Sylvestre, the eldest among the seven royalty siblings. He was given the title as the Crown Prince and the first in line to the throne, he's ruthless and doesn't live among the opinions of others, he only thinks of himself.

Damon drifts toward center ice and stops at the logo. I follow. For a moment, we stand where the game began. Where so much between us almost ended. “Funny,” he says. “All that fighting over who gets the crown.” “And?” He looks at me fully. “There was only ever one.” The words hang there. Not competitive. Not sharp. Certain. Only one crown. And it doesn’t belong to one king. The arena lights dim slightly as the crew prepares to clean up. I feel his hand brush mine. Not by accident.

The Frostfang blade still lay where I had found it, half-buried in moss near the old watchtower. But now a second object rested beside it, a stone disk etched with a sigil older than either of their clans. The moment my fingers brushed it, it hummed with a heat that traveled through my veins, settling behind his ribs like a pulse out of time. I didn’t know what it was. Only had a feeling that Kaela would. She met me in the shrine again, summoned by the tug of the bond and the scent of my magic on the wind. When she came through the clearing my eyes locked onto her immediately. I walked towards her with the disk in my hand. “What is this?” said asked.

With lightning speed, Denzel lunges, claws extended, aiming for Hades' face. But Hades anticipates the attack. With effortless agility, he takes a massive step back, leaving Denzel's claws swiping at the air. The sound of Denzel's enraged growl sends shivers down my spine. "You beast!" Denzel seethes, spittle flying from his lips. Hades sneers, unfazed. "Says the monster," he scoffs, his voice dripping with disdain. Hades’ gaze locks onto mine, and I sense a flicker of possessiveness in Hades' tone.

'Until then, I trust no one. Elly--aka--Levara's gaze moved forward, the doors leading toward the Emperor's private wing were getting closer, her footsteps remained calm and elegant and her expression remained that of the beloved Crown Princess. But beneath that composed face, a single promise burned fiercely.

Darkness rushed toward us. I raised the Unity Blade. The sword shattered. Again. But this time— the fragments didn't fall. They floated around me. Silver. Black. Glowing. Then they formed a crown. A crown of silver and darkness. It descended slowly toward my head. Selene screamed. “Lyra, don't let it touch you!” I tried to move. I couldn't. Ronan grabbed me. The crown continued descending. Malachar shouted, “Destroy it!” Ronan raised his sword.

Whatever fragment had struck me had struck him as well. Before anyone could process what was happening, another presence crashed into the courtyard like wildfire. The temperature rose so abruptly that several nearby students stepped back with startled cries. Heat rolled across the air in scorching waves, pushing against Lucian’s icy mana with explosive force. I turned just in time to see him descending from the upper terrace as though gravity itself had become optional. Black hair, sharp amber eyes, and a smile far too amused for the chaos unfolding around us. Even without introduction, I knew. Kael. Another Crown King. His presence felt like controlled destruction—beautiful, reckless, and d

“Nah. Sold him to the black market. As a slave. Also, the women who saw your face have been removed. So don’t worry about it now.” “Thank you.” I started scrolling through the chapters of traditional herbs. “Busy?” “Nah. Just checking the skipped classes.” “I see. Have you met your first target?” “Not yet. I will soon,” I said, feeling something hard pressing against my back. It was the dagger His Majesty had gifted me. I took it out and looked at it carefully. It was a hundred-year-old dagger used by three generations of Alphas. The fact that it was still as sharp as a sashimi knife made me admire it even more.

"He took my life, my identity, and now he's living with my name, my degrees. How can I just let that go?" I gave his back a comforting pat and met his gaze. "In a few days, when the weird end of days rolls in, we'll make him pay." Jim gave a small nod, his skin cooling down, no longer fired by my blood. Right then, I noticed something odd, the weak Haunts that had barely any strength were suddenly frantically feasting on my leftover blood. Their once translucent bodies filled with vigor as they started to circle and swoop around me. "I've got a plan!"

Ruby said, lifting her sword again, “than you.” Maxim’s voice cut across the chaos, guttural but clear. “She’s right.” He stood barely fifty paces away, chest heaving, Beast half-unfurled but his gaze still sharp. His claws were soaked in Hollow ichor, his wings trembling with restrained violence. Zara clung to her magic behind him, holding the threads that kept him from losing himself. Maxim’s eyes—still, somehow, his—met mine. “The crown isn’t claimed. It claims. Don’t think for a moment that you can talk her out of it. If it chose Ruby, then it’s already too late.”