Beyblade X Leon Claw Novels & Stories

He was not done with the man yet. The look in Leon's eyes were different. Unlike Gallas, Leon had a calm and dangerous look in his eyes. He was the type who does not get easily affected by emotions. One glance and Alex found him much more dangerous than his huge haughty fellow friend. Leon attacked. As expected, he was fast and precise. Alex could tell that this half-blood is definitely a class above the big lug he had fought with earlier. It was clear that his moves were well thought out and were executed with intelligence. They clashed fiercely for a long time. Dancing away from each other's jabs and thrusts in a seemingly endless exchange.

We ran for our lives toward the final quest area. “Cap! There’s something around its neck!” Caesea shouted from a nearby tree. I glanced back. “It’s the final reward! Formation C! Jaelor, shift!” Jaelor became a massive brown wolf and lunged, biting the tip off one tentacle. The kraken let out an ear-splitting shriek that made me clamp my hands over my ears. “I’m going to cut you open!” I snarled. Pulling two daggers, I launched myself from a falling tree and landed on the creature’s neck, burying both blades deep. Purple blood poured out as I started sawing with everything I had, trying to free the reward.

But standing between the lift and the aircraft were two dozen High Council enforcers, their riot shields locked together in an impenetrable phalanx, heavy shock-rifles raised and glowing with lethal blue plasma charges. "Target sighted!" the lead enforcer barked. "Open fire!" "Hold on to me," Rhys commanded Agnes. Before the first plasma bolt could even clear the enforcers' barrels, Rhys stepped out of the lift. He raised his left arm, the moonstone wraps flaring in perfect synchronization with the Apex Core on his chest. He didn't throw a punch; he simply drove his open palm forward, unleashing the residual kinetic pressure stored in the relic's lattice.

She turned to the source of the voice and found a she-wolf staring at her, eyes wide open. "Vione has no claws! Look at her feet! She has no claws!" Confusion washed over young Vione. The meaning of these words was lost on her for a moment. It took a while for her to realize that the willingness was followed by another willingness. "It's true! Vione has no claws!" "Oh, God. She's an Omega!" Young Vione was stunned. All those words wrestled in her head, bringing a chilling sensation. Her breath caught in her chest, then she mustered the courage to prove it. She lifted one of her front legs and looked at it with uncontrollable anxiety.

The group of princesses behind me made a squeal as the young man sauntered out of the crowd into the clearing in the middle of the hall. “Deucalion,” I whispered, looking at the selected prince. I couldn’t see most of him from where I stood, but he had beautiful black hair just like Valerian just longer, reaching almost his waist. He wore a red jacket over a pair of red trousers. He caught my stare, and I instinctively turned back to the announcer. He pulled a parchment from the second box and having already been caught staring at the handsome prince, the thought of having the dance with him was no longer appealing.

"The Vance alchemy numbs their nerves!" "Then we cut off their legs!" Leo shouted back. He shifted his weight, channeling his mother’s Silver Luna agility. Moving with fluid, impossible speed, Leo ducked under a double-claw lunge, sweeping his blade across the hamstrings of two shadow-beasts simultaneously. They collapsed to the stone floor with guttural howls, their dark blood sizzling as it hit the holy silver light radiating from his steel. At the mouth of the cave, Lyra Vance watched her mutated vanguard crumble with mounting, hysterical fury. Her sickly green eyes flared, her pale hands gripping her dark iron staff until her knuckles turned white.

he said. I walked toward him, my heartbeat picking up. He tossed something at me. I barely caught it. It was a wooden training blade. “Again,” he said. My grip tightened around the handle. “We… we’re starting already?” His eyes flicked over me. “You are Luna,” he said. “You will not be weak.” “Yes,” I whispered. He moved first, but I barely saw it coming. The wooden blade in his hand struck mine, hard enough that the force ran up my arm and into my shoulder. Pain shot through me and I stumbled back, nearly dropping my weapon.

The coppery tang of it clings to the air. Bram crashes into the silver she-wolf again, his massive form colliding with hers in a blur of fur and snapping jaws. The impact rattles the ground, a savage tangle of fangs and claws. “Go!” his voice slices through the mind-link, rough with exertion, edged with urgency. “Kaelen’s yours, Lyra!” I refuse to move, locking my muscles in defiance. Every instinct howls to finish Kaelen, yet leaving Bram here, entangled with an enemy who fights like death’s own shadow, feels like delivering him straight to the grave.

he spat. I froze. I could feel my heartbeat racing. I began to heave short, quick gasps the moment I caught a glimpse of him. Across the room, Leo stood tall, his broad chest spreading across his shoulder like his expanding territory, his golden eyes flaming with fury as he spoke to his Beta, Aemond, who stood before him, his shoulders tense. Regardless of all this, his physical appearance was the direct opposite his tone. He was a work of art! “We’re working on it,” Aemond said, his voice even but tight. “Shadowclaw is more fortified than we expected,” he tried to explain.

He laughed when he said this as he stopped right in front of me. Seconds latterly I heard a loud bang next to me and I turned to see the baby on the left wing bang his fist on the sword counter next to me and also the bone on the right did the same thing, but rather of using his fist he used a essence visage. " This is just to drown out the sounds of your riots." I gripped my jaw as the banging continued next to me while I watched Marco lift the blade up. " It's show time." Moana's POV