Beyblade: Metal Masters Gingka Novels & Stories

But he wasn’t alone. “Didn’t we kill that thing?!” Abe exclaimed when he saw the grotesque creature standing right beside the master. This creature held a rod over its shoulder and watched Mane and his group with a bloodthirsty look. The aura of a heaven realmer was fully unveiled from its deformed frame. This was the Possessed Mane and Abe fought some time back! The two boys were shocked that it was still alive. “Ahh. So you are the ones who hurt him so” the master sighed. But the Silver Wolves didn’t feel any sympathy from that sigh. It was as cold as the Master. The Master took his eyes off the teleportation circle and turned to face the group.

A party was held for the safe return of the master. The maids were running about preparing for it,cooking and serving the soldiers and guests that came to celebrate with the master,the mansion was filled with people I have never seen this much people here before, and serving was a lot of work, after being lazy for a month I had something to do to stretch my body,so I loved the exercise. Master George(Stephen father),Stephen and Felix came shortly after the return of the master. I had never seen Stephen's father before,but I heard he is the strongest master and he ranks number one.

So, going against all my instincts, I bare my teeth, push myself forward and jump on blue eyed monster to rip his throat out. But the man is fast, just in time shifting to a wolf. We crash together on the ground and I manage to bite his neck, ripping hairs and skin out, my nails digging in his soft stomach. I unleash myself on him, drawing more blood. I guess he did not expect me to be like this, I took him by surprise. But now, he attacks me back, sinking his teeth in my flesh. We continue this vicious, bloody dance another few minutes, neither me nor him wanting to give up.

Something was wiping the system clean. At the end of the hall, a metal shutter began to descend, cutting off the exit. Alexander slid under it first and pulled me through just as it slammed shut. We collapsed on the other side, gasping. The noise stopped as suddenly as it began. For a moment all we could hear was our breathing. Then a new sound echoed from somewhere ahead—a slow, rhythmic beeping, like a heartbeat made of machines. Alexander stood, eyes narrowing. “They’re resetting the core.”

Iron-eating Beast: "Great! It's a deal then! Master~" [Spiritual beast: Iron-eating beast (young)] [Name: Unnamed] [Master: Sebastian] [Strength: Early stage of Foundation Establishment] [HP: 8000/8000] [Attack: 90] [Defense: 85] [Speed: 65] 【Skills: Furious Bite, Furious Thunder, Crushing Strike】 After reading the introduction of the Food Iron Beast, Sebastian knew he had hit the jackpot. At that moment, a game announcement suddenly sounded.

"Master Rion really is a humble person, just like I heard of. I'm really just a moderate old man. You don't need to be too formal with me." He turned to the screen with his hands behind his back. "Besides, this day is not about us. Rather it was about our prides who are fighting over there right now, isn't it?" "Master Rexa is right." Shiori smiled over her fans. "We are currently opening a bet for the competition. If the masters here wanted to put a bet on your own apprentice, kindly let us know." One of those masters behind Master Rexa took the opportunity to bring up the bet that was currently going on. From the yellow color and embroidery of his clothes, Rion guessed he was a master from

It sliced through the metal leg of a machine turning the heavy metal into a cloud of glowing dust in one second. Maya pushed Benson toward the door. "Get the people inside! Close the doors! I will buy you time!" ### The Silver Wall Maya turned back to the sky. She felt the Network inside her brain like a thousand whispering voices. She did not try to control the people. Instead she spoke to the ground. Rise she thought. The silver sand under her feet did not just move; it made a pitched scream. Millions of robots flew upward. They formed a spinning shield of liquid metal. It looked like an umbrella made of shining silver.

After five years of being forcibly institutionalized in a mental hospital by my parents for “rehabilitation,” I awakened the “Slap System” skill. One slap, a million dollars deposited into my account. Another slap, my combat power skyrocketed. Just as I was thoroughly enjoying my slapping spree and preparing to leap over the asylum walls to break free, my parents suddenly arrived to take me home. The moment I stepped through the front door, I saw my adopted brother Atticus Hawthorne, eyes reddened, holding my fiancée, Cassandra Vaughn, in his arms. Meanwhile, my real brother Roman Montgomery was locked in a dog cage, bitten and torn by vicious hounds, covered in wounds, and breathing his

Andreios whispered sweetly once he was standing close to the man. "Y-Yes." Damon's voice cracked as he felt sweaty all of a sudden. The heat coming off of the other man rushed back into his own body. He felt hot. "And that would be our Master's?" Andreios pointed towards a gold door right next to theirs. "Y-"

​From the depths of the incandescent white walls, three colossal figures emerged. ​They were the Master Animators, eleven-foot, faceless entities forged from solid, polished gold-leaf armor, their chests open to reveal massive, spinning brass wheels that churned through thousands of master typeface stamps every second. They carried no weapons, but their long, multi-jointed arms ended in heavy silver styluses that vibrated with a high-frequency alignment pulse designed to rewrite the physical anatomy of any rogue variable that entered their margins.