Beyblade Metal Zero Novels & Stories

Allison slowly walked near her. “If you know your mother’s powerful spells then you can do this. But you have to work it on your own, Allison. You have to find a way to defeat Thana. Work like Akira, think like Akira, spell like Akira and plan like Akira.” Allison kept looking at Zamini and then she remembered something. She opened the zipper of her bag and pulled out the object covered in the white cloth. She removed it and showed the antique silver dagger to Zamini whose eyes widened seeing it.

I didn't get any rest that night. Tyra rested one blade over her lap, Kieran sat close to me, half-awake, half-alert, and Malek snuggled against the wall. However, I was unable to close my eyes. Not after what I had witnessed. Subject Zero wearing my face, though not me. She was not Echo. Echo was the ideal weapon; she was smooth and icy. Zero, however, was something different; Not made to follow orders, it wasn't even made to be copied.

“Okay?” She nodded. “Come court me.” His eyes rounded at her. “REALLY?” he nearly shouted. Mable ducked her head and hoped no one was watching them. Jared took his hat off and tossed it into the air. Then he stepped close and grabbed her up. He swung her around in a fast spinning circle. “WHAHOO!” he shouted. Mable gasped and watched the green of the grass blur around her as he spun her around wildly. Well, so much for being discreet. “Dammit all…Jared!” she complained.

0 spoke. ​A beam of "Emerald-Static" shot from its fingertip. It didn't explode. It was worse. Wherever the beam touched the tower, the building didn't break, it Un-Wrote. The reinforced living-alloy vanished, leaving behind the ghost of the blueprint, a skeletal frame of blue light that held no weight. ​Leo felt the mark on his palm burn. He wasn't just losing his building; he was losing his Definition. ​"I am the Zero," Leo whispered, his translucent eyes turning into swirling nebulas of white energy. "I am the variable that cannot be predicted!"

Instead, he muttered to himself again and again, "Where's my cheat ability? Why did it disappear? Why can't I see the future anymore?! What's going on?!" His expression was twisted with madness, like a rabid dog gone out of control. [That skill was a limited-time quirk for the newbie male lead, and it was bound to be retracted after a week.] [Even if he stocked the wrong supplies, he should've at least gotten food too. But this guy stocked only ice?] [Another brain-dead male lead, abandoned by the system.] At that moment, the signal cut off. I shrugged again, before continuing to eat my grilled meat.

Mark snapped out of his trance when he saw 2Pac approaching him. 2Pac glided through the flames, and it seemed like he was walking in slow motion. The metal man’s eyes still shined brightly, like high beams on a Ferrari. Mark’s skin became chilled when he saw how 2Pac didn’t have a scratch on his gleaming, armored body. The fire didn’t affect 2Pac’s shirtless metal physique. The blast didn’t even affect the light diodes in his high-resolution eyes. This was not good since the explosion compromised the integrity of Mark’s exoskeleton suit.

Meteor metal was a highly sought after metal. This item was as its namesake implies, a metal which originated from the stars. A metal which gets forged on impact, on entry. A metal that can only become smelted by the hottest of fires — starfire. This metal is extremely rare. Its price alone was enough to purchase a city. Not even the richest clans could afford a piece. ‘This metal hasn’t been reforged yet, yet it can withstand my energy rushes. If I were to forge a sword from this, it would definitely boost my power!’ Zephyr thought, “If I can find a fine blacksmith, the forgery of this blade will no doubt be legendary!” Zephyr’s defeated bemoans were switched into bouts of ecstatic exciteme

Before he can manage to do that, Ryker slips behind him and holds his neck, pulling him away from the unconscious and injured original. Zero’s body is thrown back. He lands right on his feet, not affected by it even a bit. The twins jump into the fight with a loud growl. The driveway is turned into a battlefield again. Ryker struggles to get Zero under control but the said hybrid has gone berserk. The whites of his eyes have disappeared behind the shadows and I can not help but shiver in pain and fear even if I am not the one on the receiving end. Zio shifts and rushes to get to me. “ Luna. ”

The Iron Bastion hummed in the sky, its spikes glowing with a frustrated energy. Malak stood over the melted goal, his iron armor smoking. He looked at Elara, then at Zane, who was standing tall despite his shattered obsidian skin. He saw the "Emotional Code" wasn't a weakness; it was a Binder. It was the glue that kept them from breaking when the pressure became plastic.

he replied without blinking. The others: “???” How the hell was he so precise? They turned and saw—one hand held a stopwatch, the other a phone recording the whole thing. The group: “…” Final layer. Suddenly, the defense system didn’t just block—it retaliated. Launching a reverse attack on Briella’s system. Her pupils shrank slightly. Then she smirked. “There you are, Zero.” Her tone was light, but her expression turned grim. Iron Blade gasped. “Holy crap, Briella, you’re a monster!”