Beyblade Metal Zero Novels & Stories

Someone I had never seen before My heart began to pound as I fixed my eyes on her. She was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. I could hardly keep myself from losing it. Her skin was pale, her hair long and black, and her eyes were so blue that they sparkled in the light. I was mesmerized by her beauty. The Beta quickly introduced her as Zero and explained to me that she had been tracking Zayn in the forest. He also said that she was tracking Zayn because he had attacked her sister, which made her story all the more believable.

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 air was thick with tension, the very ground trembling under the weight of the clashing magic. Alitha's eyes flickered, her silver glow dimming, her strength reaching its limit. She was vulnerable, her powers nearly extinguished. At that precise moment, Blaze's essence began to merge with hers. His energy flowed into Alitha, rekindling the flames of her power. It was a seamless integration, made possible by the depth of Blaze's ether and the purity of his intent.

"How did you-" "I've been following you, zero, and-" "My name is not Zero, it's Mia." Again with this weird name. I was a second away from calling him a lunatic and hightailing it away from there. The man smiled and nodded. "Yes, your real name is Mia, but you chose the name Zero yourself, you said we should all call you that. You even have a weapons room where you stash all your weapons and training gear. I could show it to you."

The robot’s chest plate began to drip, molten metal falling to the floor with sizzling plops. “Clear visual!” Willz yelled. Mello, finally finished, held up his sketchbook. He had drawn not a bazooka, but a long, wicked-looking katana with a serrated edge. “I hear you, brother!” Bryan, his energy clearly flagging, gasped out, “Make the final move!” Willz’s scythe appeared in his hands in a swirl of shadow. Mello’s drawing glowed, and the katana materialized before him, dropping into his grip.

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!”