Beyblade X Leon Claw Novels & Stories

"Don't be dumb, Olivia. As you can see, Damien and I are mates. We've been chosen by the moon goddess herself, which means we'll be spending the rest of our lives together." Despite the explanation, I couldn't get myself to believe her. Normally, Clara was always good at making comments that would hurt me, so this was probably one of those comments. She's just trying to hit a nerve, I thought. I looked at Damien instead. Maybe this was a misunderstanding, maybe he had only walked over to Clara because someone had called him, or maybe he hadn't seen me. There had to be another explanation. "Damien..." My voice shook. "Tell me what's going on."

We stood shoulder to shoulder and raised our Hellblades. Leo began to circle us, slow and deliberate, his massive mane flickering with black flame. Each step pressed heat into the sand. Scorpio lingered nearby, his skeletal exoskeleton clicking softly, tail swaying with quiet menace. “You can pick first,” Leo rumbled, his voice thick with amusement. Scorpio let out a dry hiss. “I take the the mouse, the grumpy one is yours.” Pelin shot me a sharp glance. “Lion’s all yours.”

There was no hesitation in her movements, only quiet determination. Almost as if she sensed someone watching, Clara lifted her gaze. Across the gymnasium, Leon was already looking in her direction. Their eyes met once again. Clara simply raised one finger and pointed it toward him before curling it into a fist, a silent reminder of the battle they had made. Leon answered with a small smirk. "I never planned on losing." Clara returned the look before turning back to her teammates. The cheers, whispers, and admiring gazes surrounding them no longer mattered.

It was a small, silver-oak lion. But it wasn't the resting, peaceful lion from the blueprint Arnold had given me. My lion was arched, its claws unsheathed, every muscle corded as it prepared to lunge. It was a creature of war, not a parlor decoration. "You changed the design?" Arnold asked, leaning in close. "I found the resting lion too passive, Master," I explained, my eyes tracking the senior wolves in the room. "I prefer the moment of the strike. To survive in this world, one must be resourceful and brave enough to crush the opposition."

One of them bared his fangs and lunged forward, his steps heavy and deliberate. Instinct screamed at me to shrink back. If he reached me before the duel began, no one would stop him. My heart thundered violently as I clamped my hands over my ears, my breath coming apart in uneven gasps. My wolf recoiled, curling in on herself. Don’t let them see, she whispered. Don’t let them win. “Enough.” The command cracked through the tension like a whip. “Step aside and prepare the field,” the stranger continued coldly. “Nicholas can’t afford to lose her. A wounded ego will only complicate things.”

Adam’s POV “You’re dead, motherfucker.” I growled as all three of us circled, the snake darting its tongue out to taste the air. “I think not.” Leon hissed in anger. “I have the blood of a God in me; one bread for the very reassson of conssssuming the moon. You; you are just a puny wolf. You and thissss wolf here will die and I will finish what my ancestorsss ssstarted.” With that his head started for me at lighting speed as I reached up my arm to intentionally take the bite. I wanted him there. As long as he was focused on me, Axel would be open to attack.

“I don’t care what you think you know. You’re mine. I own you.” Kimberly’s voice broke. “It was Kael. The Lycan King. He’s the one who took me.” Ogar stilled, then laughed, a cold, cruel sound. “The Lycan King, you say? So you’re marked by a monster. Perfect.” She looked up, fear in her eyes. “What… what do you mean?” Ogar smirked, pulling her close. “I have always found a worthy reason to wipe out that Lycan race. Kael will regret the day he crossed me.”

I will not let it consume me. Ramon lifts his sword and looks at me as he asks gently. "Are you ready, sweetheart?" I meet his gaze, my fingers curling around the energy now surging through me. I feel it. It's ancient, raw, and untamed. What is within me is not just a regular Ailuranthrope. It's the Lunar Ailura and it's no longer silent. I am no longer afraid. I take my vampire Lord's hand, my power merging with his. We are going to face this abyss together and fight side by side.

Gabriel and his pack provided crucial support, their unity a testament to their determination. Beauty and Leon faced off, their eyes locked. Leon lunged, his claws slashing through the air. Beauty dodged, countering with a swift kick. They circled each other, the tension electric. "You think you can win?" Leon taunted, his eyes gleaming with malice. "You're nothing without me." Beauty's eyes narrowed. "I am more than you could ever understand." She summoned all her strength, launching herself at Leon with a ferocity that surprised even her. They grappled, their movements a blur. Beauty felt the power of her bloodline surge within her, fueling her attacks.