Beyblade Oc Novels & Stories

"Alright. We are doing the Kimura today. Alphas, I am going to label you. A and B. Remember, leverage, synchronise, locks, and trust. This isn't a real spar. Take care of your partner." I nodded, swallowing hard. "You are B," the instructor said, gesturing to me. "Alpha, please lead carefully." Eros said nothing as the instructor walked towards Alpha Kyran and his partner. "You are B," he said to the partner, then turned to Alpha Kyran. "Please lead carefully." He stepped back. "Remember. Leverage, control. Understand the geometry of each other's bodies. Now, Bs, please lie down on your backs, legs spread open."

She was trying to look normal so the girls wouldn’t notice. Blaze thought about it for a moment before shaking his head. She didn’t seem to be off; I wasn’t trying to pay attention. Do you think something is wrong with her?” Blaze asked looking concerned, the girls have already lost one friend. If something was wrong with Oceanna they needed to figure out how to help her before it is too late. “I don’t know but the last couple of attacks she has been moving slower and leaving herself open for attacks she is losing color. I have seen her fight there is no way she should be taking hit after hit she’s a skilled fighter. So, something has to be wrong.” Hunter said, as Blaze looked back at the gi

“You’re going to want to step back.” With zero hesitation, they step back in perfect synchronicity as I turn my attention back to the Orraikam. Its swirls of celestial colour begin to pick up speed as the pulsating intensifies. Suddenly magic from within the Orraikam burst out, drawn directly into Oshmin’s hand as it travels directly through to his other hand, blasting out into Gabriella’s body. The underwater throne room quakes as I watch the transfer of power with bated breath as several scenes pass before my eyes showing me all that will be and all that could be, from this singular moment. The fight isn’t over yet, but I will no longer be fighting it alone.

The admiral said and re -symbolized the gun and it became a big gun that looked like a war gun. "And thirdly, you can make the gun Big if you want but you have to move fast because once you slow down, the enemy will kill you." The admiral said and put the gun back on and the picture changed. "Here's the Gigantic Beyblade." Said Admin. "The gigantic beyblade you're holding now Shadow is easy to use, we'll teach you speed and agility and how to use your power at the same time as using the beyblade you left behind." Said the admin. Next I was shown the bow I am holding now.

My heart skipped a beat, yet I listened carefully. "We'll be forming teams that will separate. The team that eliminates the most Groyals emerges as the winner. The game ends tomorrow at sunset. We're starting tonight." A cheer of approval greeted her. "What?" Morea and I looked at each other. "Everyone must participate except Omega. Every single one." Celeste's gaze pierced me. Everyone. Except Omega. 'Thanks Goddess.' I was on the verge of releasing a sigh of relief, feeling the weight lift off my shoulders. But then, like a bolt of lightning, a memory from earlier today struck me. Damn it. This blessing made me no longer Omega!

Lexie couldn't take it anymore. Sometime the previous afternoon, Belinda had returned from her trip—with the Lycan who was not supposed to be aware she was gone. No one had sighted the beautiful omega since then. Rumors were swirling, and the fact Belinda wasn't taking any calls wasn't helping matters. All Lexie wanted to do was confirm her friend wasn't dead, and if that was the case, plead that she be given a proper funeral.

His dark eyes landed on Oakley, and he pronounced, “Be my toy.” Oakley’s eyes flew wide open, and he raised his head to stare at Albrey, completely stunned by what he had just heard. “What? You can’t do it?” He sneered coldly, his tall figure exuding majestic authority and towering over Oakley. “Then get lost. You are good at it anyway.”]

"Run!" Dark shapes lunged from the trees—rogue Alphas, sent by whoever wanted the Silvermane bloodline erased. I threw myself at them, claws out, fangs bare. An Omega against three Alphas. It was suicide. A boot slammed into my ribs. I hit the ground. A silver blade swept toward my face. I closed my eyes. So much for this life. Clang. The ring of steel on steel. I opened my eyes. Kael Blackthorn stood over me, sword locked against the rogue's. His face was carved ice. He didn't look at me. He pushed past and strode toward Elara.

The play moved on. But the damage was done. I could still feel him—his grip, his scent, the weight of his attention pressing against my back. The scrimmage intensified. Hits came harder. Tempers flared. One Alpha snapped completely and was dragged off the ice snarling, eyes glowing feral gold, four coaches barely holding him down. No one looked surprised. I kept moving. Always moving. Jayden was everywhere—cutting passes, laughing when he stole the puck, clapping teammates on the back like this was nothing more than a friendly game. At one point, he skated close enough to murmur softly:

Kacy, that despicable Kacy, what kind of sorcery did she use on the Blake family? She was so angry, really angry. Did she still have any status as the mistress of the Blake family now? The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Ova Shen leaned against the sofa, feeling like she couldn't breathe properly. Seeing Ova Shen's bad complexion, Viscar Sudan gently supported her and said, "Don't worry, the children have their own plans. You just need to enjoy a peaceful life." With her hand on Viscar Sudan's arm, Ova Shen angrily replied, "With all of you like this, I'll be lucky if I can just enjoy a peaceful life without being driven to death by anger."