Novel & Cerita Beyblade Metal Fury Characters

Sylvie Rose is a true Omega werewolf who was adopted by the Lycan Prince Conri and Princess Ashina. She discovers her mate is a werebear name Luke who is half warlock. Word of the strength of their powers spread among supernaturals then, eventually, the news falls onto the ears of human hunters. The supernatural hunters would love nothing more than to capture them to study and experiment with them and their magic. As Sylvie and Luke go into hiding, Sylvie’s mother calls on the multi-species alliance to aid in this war while Sylvie and Luke discover how well their powers complement each other, and they work to strengthen that bond. They will need that bond as well as the help of the alliance to make it through this war alive. Note: This book contains many characters from the book Loner to Luna but it can be read as a stand-alone.

Betrayed by her best friend and banished from her pack by her mate, Lana Connor ran into the hands of a rival pack where the Alpha damaged her the more. Thrown out to the fields and left to die, she prayed to the Moon Goddess to give her one more chance as she took her last breath. Unfortunately, before her prayer was answered, she was already dead. However, the Moon Goddess gave her a second chance. Out of the ashes, she rose. Lana found herself rescued by a Rogue pack led by Alpha Tyler. A weak and rejected pack. They decided to remain that way as their weakness had brought peace to them throughout the years. Lana, driven by fury and hatred for all those who hurt her, slid into Alpha Tyler, her second chance mate, training, educating, and preparing him for war using her knowledge to make him undefeated. He is her key to revenge and she is his way to find out a secret he never knew existed. Alpha Tyler is more than just the Rogue Alpha.

Ethan Cross doesn’t just defend monsters—he is one. A predator wrapped in a lawyer’s skin, he stalks the courtroom with the same precision he hunts beneath the moon. Every case he wins buries his secret deeper: a beast who thrives on order and control. Until her. Anna. Wild, relentless, and dangerous as the full moon itself. She doesn’t want mercy—she wants vengeance. Years ago, Ethan’s silver tongue freed the man who left her father in the ground. Now, under the ruin of a forgotten chapel, she shackles Ethan in chains he can’t slip, demanding the one thing he swore he’d never give—his loyalty. But justice in the shadows is no clean crusade. Together, they tear into a city built on corruption, where blood is currency and power tastes sweeter than wine. And somewhere between fury and fire, hate begins to twist into hunger. She was his enemy. He was her captive. But under the full moon, chains ignite, and monsters learn that desire is the most dangerous law of all.

𝗢𝗻𝗲 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁. 𝗙𝗶𝗳𝘁𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗱𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗿𝘀. 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗮 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗜 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 I’𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻. ——— ꧁ Marisella ꧂ – “Stop protecting me from a life I’ve already been living… without you.” 𖤓 Alexei 𖤓 – “I didn’t survive the Bratva just to let you destroy yourself.” ——— Marisella is drowning. To save her dying mother, she takes a desperate gamble—one night as a high-end escort. She expected a faceless stranger, but she found a monster. Alexei left as a sickly boy and returned a lethal Bratva assassin—hardened, wealthy, and dangerous. When he accepts a "replacement" for the night, the last person he expects to see in red spandex is the girl he was supposed to protect. His stepsister. The discovery ignites a firestorm of fury and forbidden desire. But as the Bratva’s debts come due, the lines between protector and predator blur. Alexei is determined to keep his hands off her to save his soul, but Marisella is no longer a child. She’s found the only thing more dangerous than the men hunting them: 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝘀𝗵𝗲’𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗯𝗶𝗱𝗱𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗹𝘆 𝗿𝘂𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗿. 🔥 ——— Tags / Themes: • Forbidden Romance • Dark Romance / Mafia-lite • Guardian / Protector • Secret Provider • Forced Proximity #Stepbrother #Mafia #BDSM #Possessive #HiddenIdentity 🌶️ 🌶️ 🌶️ 🌶️ 🌶️

Who could have known what an rejection could lead to. Hatred, fury, desire, longing, betrayal, confusion, love, hate and destruction. Those words describe my life perfectly. One mistake and my life turned upside down. Now I'm running so she can't kill me but she isn't the only one hunting me. From the beginning I had one mate but in the end I have three and they all want me. Poppy, a tribrid; vampire, werewolf and witch. She has three mates, one of each species and one of them are the very last of his kind. Her own sister wants her dead for an unknown reason and an even bigger threat is hiding and waiting in the shadows for a chance to make themselves known once more. A prophecy that was once told are now almost forgotten but Poppy's name are written all over it. What will the future tell, will Poppy survive her own sister? Will her mates help her in the upcoming war or will she, Poppy, kill them all?

Victor and I were nothing more than a pair of sworn enemies married inside the camp. He hated me for handing over my frail sister to the research institute, all so they could extract the antiviral serum from her blood. And I hated him for never seeing anyone but her, even in the apocalypse, when she could barely lift a metal rod. For the ten years of the apocalypse, the words we said to each other most often were, "Die a miserable death." … However, when the zombie horde finally broke through the last line of defense, he chained me to the modified mech truck and went out alone to face it. "Live…" I watched as the tide of corpses swallowed him whole, the crack of breaking bones mixing with the sound of flesh being torn apart. On the edge of death, he pulled out my sister's faded photo and placed it over the one clean spot on his chest. "This life is yours. But if there's a next one, don't go near her again." … That night, when I returned, I blew up the camp. When I opened my eyes again, I went to the zombie king. His razor-sharp claws closed around my throat, and I smiled as I took hold of his hand. "Let's make a deal. Give humans five more years, and I'll willingly be your queen." Last time, he gave his life to save me. This time, I'll be the monster—so they can all get what they want.

After I was reborn, when Blake's childhood sweetheart Catherine cut a lock of my hair during a party dare — again — I didn't do what I did in my past life. I didn't shear off all her hair in front of everyone and turn her into a bald wolf. I didn't lose control and storm into the Council of Elders when Blake defended her, threatening to sever our mate bond. Instead, I calmly removed the Luna's crown from my head and placed it on Catherine's. "The crown's hers now. Have fun with her." I put on my coat and walked out of the estate without looking back. It wasn't that I wanted to bow to Catherine. But in my past life, after I severed the bond with Blake, things went horribly wrong. He threw me into a cell made of pure silver, like I was some irredeemable criminal, and left me there while the metal scorched my skin day and night. When I finally escaped, I was poisoned by a witch from a rival pack. Dying from the pain, I abandoned every shred of my dignity and crawled to the doors of the Temple of the Moon Goddess, begging him to let the witch give me the antidote. He was kissing Catherine. He didn't even tell his guards to let me in. I died from the poison — one day before my father, the Alpha King, came to find me. I refused to meet that fate again. So I was done with Blake.

"How dare you try to escape?" His grip tightened around my neck, his eyes blazing with fury as I gasped for air. "I own you. I am your god, and you have no choice but to embrace my hell," he sneered, his words sending icy shivers down my spine. ***** Mirabella thought she had escaped the nightmare of her cruel father's abuse and the Aphrodite Club he sold her to when Jayden bought her at an auction. But she soon discovers that her new reality is far from salvation. Unbeknownst to her, the ruthless man she now faces is wrestling with his own dark past As she endures the torment and contemplates her fate, she uncovers the profound pain and void within his life, realising they share a hauntingly similar history. Can she heal his wounds and transform the hell he has subjected her to into a haven of redemption? Dive into their intertwined destinies to uncover the past and witness a battle that could change their lives forever.

She is still married. And already falling apart. To the world, she is Mrs. Chris Robinson. Elegant. Loyal. Untouchable. Married to one of Britain’s most powerful men. Behind closed doors, her marriage is quiet, passionless, and slowly suffocating her. Chris does not touch her anymore. Does not look at her the way husbands should. Does not notice her thirst to be wanted. Sebastian Cross does. Chris’s greatest rival. The man whose name sparks fury in boardrooms and rivalry in headlines. The one man she should never feel drawn to. What begins as stolen glances and accidental meetings turns into something dangerous. Something aching. Something she can no longer deny. Every encounter with Sebastian reminds her of everything her marriage lacks. Desire. Heat. Choice. She has not divorced yet. But her heart is already slipping. And when Chris finally realizes his wife is slipping away, he will face the one truth he cannot control. She is no longer starving quietly. And Sebastian Cross is more than willing to feed her hunger.

The day I signed the divorce papers, I voluntarily gave up custody of my daughter. Because that day, in the courtroom, she clung to her father’s neck, sobbing with all the fury a six-year-old could muster: “You don’t even love me… do you? If you leave Daddy, I’ll stay with him… and you’ll be all alone forever!” In my past life, I had ignored her childish threats. I fought tooth and nail for her custody. I poured every ounce of myself into raising her. And yet… she spent her entire life hating me. Not once did she ever call me “Mom” until the day I died. On her wedding day, she even invited her father’s mistress to the stage to give a speech of thanks. Now, opening my eyes again, seeing that same cruel little face staring back at me, I simply nodded. “I don’t care.” After all… I never wanted a daughter like her anyway.