Beyblade X Samurai Saber Novels & Stories

The blade warped the very air, its wake a crushing force that made breathing difficult. Standing nearby, Aria and Landon frowned. Aria couldn't hide her concern. "The deity's presence is overwhelming. I'm afraid Sam might not withstand it." She stepped forward, but Landon stopped her. His expression remained unreadable. "Don't worry. It'll take far more than this to bring Sam down." Sure enough, as the axe descended, a trace of disdain flashed in Sam's eyes. He didn't even bother to retreat. He drew a deep breath, and his power erupted like a volcanic explosion. Golden light gathered around him, forming the phantom of a massive golden fist. Energy rippled across it, radiating a terrifying fo

He drops dead a second later. Liam flinched next to me, finally turning to me. “I’m fine,” he says. “You?” I gave a curt nod, spotting my gun. I rushed to grab it and handed Liam the other one. “Come on big guy,” I hear Miles speak up. “Pick someone your own size,” I let out a chuckle. He never learns. My chest squeezed when the Samurai raised his sword at Miles, who quickly brought his double-sided blade, successfully stopping it from harming him. With his other hand, he swings the smaller blade and slices through the Samurai’s well embroidered tunic. He grunts, staggering. For a moment, I’m frozen like Liam was earlier, watching Miles fight with so much skill and precision that I can’t hel

The massive silver sword that craft with a long dragon wrapped its body along the handler appeared in the air and floated just next to his hand. His own battle began. He unsheathed his sword and the scabbard disappeared. “Let’s play to our hearts’ contains, yeah?” On the other hand, Samuel was elegantly and efficiently cutting down the necks of his enemies in complete contrast to Ryuzaki's expectation. The werebears, werelions, and soldiers running into him didn’t even have a chance to scream before their breaths were cut short. SLICE! When Samuel’s dancing with his sword, another enemy lost their heads at the speed of lightning.

I can't use it to make her let go of me. I tapped her hands that was covering my mouth. She got so much stronger because of our trainings lately. "Stop playing around," Cool scolded before he arranged the things they brought in to the room. Sassy finally let go of me and gave me a warning glare but I just laughed it off and walked towards Cool to help him instead. "What are these?" I asked while scanning the thing they brought, it was like a small knife but it wasn't actually sharp. "This is a samad. It works like how a sword or knife does, but it can only take effect with Fantasians." He explained.

“This is a token of gratitude from me. You must accept it, Mr. Zakaria.” “I… I canʼt!” Zakaria was about to shake his head when James teleported toward the universe he was staring at. After a brief pause, Zakaria grabbed onto the handle of the saber floating before him. He exclaimed almost instantly, “It’s the Xavieran Saber! My goodness! This is a legendary top-notch weapon! He just gave it to me like that?!” Then, Zakaria examined the energy balls. To his surprise, there were thousands of upper-grade Yuraeceon Daelm Rankʼs Ninth Tribulation cores in them.

The battle ended quickly, Boro won by KO in five moves, hitting Jun with the flat of his blade using a form of Boro's own creation, one that he called Sword Saints Dull Edge; it was a move to hurt, not kill. Mika won his duel too by the barest of margins. Boro suspected that Mika had paid off most of the students who he thought would be willing to throw the fight but it was just his guess. But watching his fight gave Boro an uneasy feeling, Mika had shown some skill Boro had never seen before.

Her blade slashed a wolf’s flank, blood hot, frost flying, her leg strong, loyalty her steel, shielding Lila, iron scent choking, heart pounding, ready for blood. Sam sprinted toward the rune circle, green eyes locked on Veyra—pale blonde braid glinting, ice-blue eyes wet, frost-gray furs tattered, claws extended, iron scars fading. “Your grief ends here, Veyra!” Sam snarled, staff swinging, silver tip sparking, aimed at her chest, Luna roaring—Break her, Sam!

Samael's arm around me tightened, but he leaned forward, drawing me along. My heart raced as my fighter turned towards Samael's chosen demon. Sam's demon swung his axe, but my fighter was quicker, launching his razor-sharp sword towards the back of the demon's head. The braid of the demon was cleanly severed. "Oh my God," I whispered, watching the strands of hair fall to the ground. Samael's hand slid to the inside of my leg, and I felt his rapid heartbeat against my back. "These weapons are razor sharp. They can cut through anything," Samael explained in my ear, his head close to mine.

His sword showed a chopping motion, and the death soldier raised his broadsword horizontally in front of him. Samel hummed as his wrist twisted flexibly and the chopping motion changed into a slashing one in a single second which caught the death soldiers off guard. The broadsword was pushed aside even with its heavy weight as Samel’s wrist once again turned swiftly as his sword flipped in a circle before directly pointing at the death soldiers legs and severing his tendons that instantly disabled the other party.

Sara’s saber began to glow with a golden hum, its light pulsating and radiating power. Danial’s eyes narrowed as he analyzed the situation. The sword had transformed, and something in its aura warned him to be cautious. He took a deep breath, instinctively stepping back as he realized this was no ordinary blade. He could feel the energy crackling around it, vibrating in the air. Sara’s lips curved into a confident smile. She waved her saber in a swift arc, the light from the blade shimmering in the dim underground training hall. "Don't blink, Danial. You’ll miss it," she said, her voice filled with thrilling anticipation.