Beyblade X Shinobi Shadow Novels & Stories

In the empty training building behind the castle, I worked the shadows the way a swordsman practices forms, over and over, until the movements stopped feeling foreign. The tendrils came easier each day. I could call them from my hands now without the doorway swinging fully open, could shape them, hold them, send them where I wanted. The shadow-sight sharpened. I was learning to see through darkness, to perceive the true shape of things hidden in shade, the way I’d seen Eyera’s real form in the smoke. Cain helped. He insisted, because he wanted to keep an eye on me. But this mostly meant Cain volunteered to get knocked around.

"We can’t let the Shadows keep her." Xei, with his incredible strength, loyalty, devotion, and an uncanny gift to foresee an opponent's next moves, nods in agreement. His unwavering loyalty and dedication to me in this small amount of time has been an inspiration. "My elemental powers can be our shield and sword," he declars, his eyes burning with determination.

“I know you’ve heard of me, but I’ll introduce myself for formality. The name’s Sloane. I’m a fifteen-year-old powerful and intimidating Shadowest from Beththorphe Empire.” Flicking her thumb, a midnight-black shadow appeared beside her, reflecting her height. She patted it before talking once again. “My shadow’s in level two and it’s a Scyrawing type, because I’m a weapon summoner.” The moment she said the word summon, a dagger flew in the air, which she caught by simply raising her hand. The presence of her shadow and her weapon has intimidated most of their circles that they ended up summoning their shadow, flickering different intensities of darkness.

That’s all it’s ever needed to be. The gunfire keeps going around me but it’s background noise at this point. It always is. We’re getting control of it. I can feel the shift. Then I see him. He’s standing off to the side, separate from the others, and he’s watching. Not fighting, not retreating — watching. There’s a scar running the length of his face, old and thick, and the moment our eyes meet something in my chest goes very still. Andreas. Not here himself, but close enough to make the point.

Most would require weeks of rehearsal to achieve such fluid implementation of unfamiliar customs. The moment their hands connected, shadow magic flowed from his fingers to hers, creating magical bond that would formalize their contract's stipulations. Simultaneously, the crystal at Xalara's throat flared with unexpected brilliance, pulsing with steadily increasing rhythm that perfectly matched the shadow magic's flow. Fascinating magical resonance between disparate disciplines. Silvyn essence artifacts were historically considered incompatible with shadow techniques, yet her crystal synchronizes perfectly with House Nox's binding magic.

a low dangerous voice commented from their right side. The slayers turned fast as one of the trees swung out to be revealed as the Gray Shadow's legs. He was shirtless revealing a hard, cut physique like gray marble. A fresh wound in his right pectoral oozed blood down his front in a hot crimson river. His fingers flexed, then slowly closed at his sides into fists. The thick tendons running down his powerful arms popped up, flexing with the promise of death in their motion.

“Half wolf, half bear, and all Shadow. “Babaloo, is your brother a Shadow?” Shadow asked. “Duh? Of course, he is. Why do you think he’s such an excellent assassin?” He said with pride for his big brother. “Well, shit! I had no idea he was a Shadow.” Shadow frowned. “Not to worry as you spend time and train with more Shadow’s you’ll be able to ID them.” Mimi shrugged. “So, Shadow should we go ahead and have our people start making their way here?” Dakota asked.

Now I understood her injury. "This shows that she has a lot of support from the Shadow Howl Pack, only they can hire and send assassins like that to your pack. Their objective is very clear and it makes me mad." I continued to hold her close, my body screaming to have her plastered to our bare skin. "They only have one objective: to somehow create misunderstandings and rifts between us so they can succeed in their goals," she hurtfully said. With the new bond weaving between us, it physically hurt us both to even think about separating from each other.

🌬️ Oh but You will be🌬️ Her reply made Ayanna's eye darkened the more... "Who are you to tell me what I want... I am Ayanna Mahatma.. the only witch that see the really Truth,, The future... and the zeal to it..." 🌬️Like I said... I am your Past and Your Future... I am The SHADOW... The shadow Behind all this🌬️ "What!" 🌬️ My Name ... is SHADOW!🌬️ 🌬️You're only the present Ayanna and will never be the Future... I am your future Ayanna... And guess what... I died and I am here... trying to guide you through🌬️

"I don't want a fair fight, I want something more than that. I want the Dark Knight Pack to watch their Alpha crawl, I want them to see him choose a woman over his duty, and then I want them to watch me take both." He moved toward her, the needle glinting in the light. "— and you, Rebecca, are the perfect bait. A Luna who can't shift, a mother who can't protect her pup — you are the epitome of Kenziel’s failure." He grabbed her arm, his grip like a vice. Rebecca thrashed as the silver shackles tore at her skin but she was too weak, the serum was already dragging her senses back into the fog. "Don't..." She pleaded, her voice breaking.