Beyblade X Helm Knight Novels & Stories

“Aelys, it’s coming for Lumora.” The rift pulses, more beasts emerging, but I channel my hymn, mortal yet resonant, Lena’s spark burning. “Veil, shield!” The group’s relics flare—Cassia’s fire-etched blade, Renn’s radiant orbs, Maddox’s shadowed dagger, Sylvara’s vine-wreathed staff, Lysara’s frost-ring, Theryn’s light-blade, Zorath’s silver gauntlet, Valthor’s starlit helm, Lirien’s tablet, Kael’s void-blade, Kalia’s orb—their auras a fractured flame. We drive the beasts back, their hymns fading, but the rift widens, the Herald’s hymn a roar. “Your cosmos falls, Aelys!”

After removing his golden helm, he breathed the fresh, cold air with his straight black hair moving freely with the wind. Kael was quite tall in appearance, exceeding a six foot of height. With his strong jaw and sharp defined cheek bones, he had always caught the attention of many women on his patrolling duty around the capital. His small and seductive, dark eyes matched perfectly with his full black eyebrows. His looks might truly be daring, but he was known as a hard hearted person, executing people mercilessly under the king’s order. As a divine knight… a hard truth it was… to serve the king with utmost loyalty, although it would go against his own morality.

A deep voice says amusedly across the room, and I jump, hissing an obscenity. I turn quickly, pulling the knife on my thigh out in one rapid motion, and my eyes land on a tall, dark figure across the room, covered in a cloak similar as the man who sent me here, though this one is a bit less conservative, and I can see a set of fierce of amber-yellow eyes gazing at me with faint curiosity. In his arm, he holds a shining silver helmet casually, clearly the artifact I was searching for. "Why do you wish to take my Helm of Darkness, Hecate?" He rumbles, tilting his head, and the cloak hood falls back onto his shoulders, revealing a masculine, strong-featured face. He is handsome but severe looki

Blake was sitting opposite me and I could instantly feel that he did not like his brother sitting next to me. “Xavier, meet the Lycan King Jolene, her mate Alpha Maverick, their children, Prince Harlan, and Princess Luna, and Harlan’s mates, Austin, and Cyrus. Luna is the child of the prophecy. She is also Blake’s mate,” Queen Helena tells him. He looks at us and smiles. His smile is amazing.

Knights exchanged quick glances, hands brushing against sword hilts. “Tell us, Priestess,” another said, voice firm but cautious. Helena drew in a deep breath, steadying herself. “The apostle of the God of Lust, Heron… his essence, his power, it is unparalleled. It flows with the ability to heal and replenish life itself. The Goddess has shown me that, should I unite with him, even once, my powers will be magnified beyond what we now can comprehend.” A murmur rippled through the room. One knight cleared his throat. “You mean… you must…?”

*Sigh* Currently, Axel was using his favourite assassin hero, Kayne, the most handsome hero in the game, having blue skin with his unclothed upper body covered in glowing gold tattoos. His red hair was in a single braid with a spear's head attached to it at the tip. His lower body had slightly loose black harem pants with a beaded belt. His hands had nothing but two wooden daggers. Not only was Kayne very expensive to buy, but he was also one of the top 5 hardest game characters to master.

"You're making enemies out of allies. They're afraid, Blythe." "Good," she said, yanking her arm free. "Fear will hold them until loyalty returns." Helena stepped in front of her. "And Xavier?" That name made her stop. "He's not part of this conversation," she said coldly. "He is every part of it now." Blythe's fists clenched at her sides. "If they want a queen who bleeds..." Her voice dropped, trembling. "Let them come watch me bleed." She turned sharply, her skirts sweeping around her ankles, and pushed open the heavy wooden door to the music chamber.

a voice asked, sounding thin and papery almost. I was on my feet in an instant, seeing someone that was very Death. A Fae knight with sky blue coloring skin stared at me with red ruby-colored eyes, silver white hair tied with a plant vine at the nape of his neck. His amor was a dark blue, but when he moved, it deepened to a purple color. His helmet was held against his side, showing off his face, full lips pulled into a confused frown. His eyes had long eyelashes, and at the tips of them, small flowers were slowly blooming.

And eventually, in the ancient warrior’s attire holding a sword and a shield emerged and my eyes widened. The young lady's expression appeared very unlike me. It was stone cold and absolutely fearless. Her body was built strongly and she wore a golden tiara, which bore the symbol of an eagle. I could have never pictured myself in such a light, despite being trained heavily by Sebastian Holden and having broken into a highly secured police facility. “That,” said nurse, pointing firmly at the magical screen. “Is you, as Helena, the warrior of Themiscera. Talia my child, whenever, evil has grown beyond tolerance, and the innocent have been harmed, you have taken birth to place an end to it,"

She glanced at her right arm which had the emerald glowing hourglass shape of the Okulus strapped to her wrist which had previously merged with Reign but after blasting away the Viper, the Herald seemed to have split away from the ring and back onto her left arm while Reign rested around her middle finger as a jagged metallic ring. She hissed then fisted her right hand, willing the Heralds and unleashing their power which she used against Hermes who was flying towards her, ready to hit her again. Elektris struck out her hand and whacked Hermes hard across the face, a wave of immense energy hitting him back. Elektris grinned and flew at him, whacking him again and another wave of energy was b