Beyblade X Strike Hawk Novels & Stories

Harvey calmly took a step forward and swung his palm forward. A powerful aura surrounded Aki. “Whirlwind Slash!” Aki roared with all his might.

Her shield hit Storm in the head and knocks him down. "My turn," I think, pulling explosive arrows from my quiver. Firing them in front of Lightning Storm, I wait for them to go on. "JumpStart," I say, "Get back. Now!" Nodding his head, JumpStart runs from Lightning Storm. "This should knock him right out." As the beeping on my arrows gets faster with every second, I jump when SpeedBlade runs past me and toward Storm "Wait, no!" SpeedBlade: I roar as I charge toward Lightning Storm, my sword in my hand.

The irony of life, isn’t that right? One of the nights, after a long day of training, Ethan pulls me aside. “Hazel, I want to teach you something special.” I look at him, curiosity piqued. “What is it?” He smiles, a glint of excitement in his eyes. “It’s a move our father taught us. It’s called the ‘Lunar Strike’. It’s powerful, but it takes a lot of energy, and you have to angle your body just right to get it.” I listen intently as he explains the move. It involves a quick, powerful punch combined with a burst of energy and a variation of the roundhouse kick before that. It’s designed to catch the opponent off guard and deliver a devastating blow.

After a series of high-pitched eagle whistling, a bald eagle flew towards the front fiercely. The Eagle Slay was a Sky-grade medium-rank technique. Kayden used this technique very often because the power was very strong and he had killed many people with this technique. Thus, he was very confident he could kill Severin with this technique.

Otherwise, what else would make Beckham stop? His heart was filled with boundless torment and dilemma! Kayson said mockingly, “Do you even know how to control it? How did you misfire?” “Hmph!” Hawk sneered. “Boy, I did that on purpose earlier to show you the power of a Lightning Charmboard! If you bow down, apologize, and beg for mercy, I’ll spare your life!”

His hawk tattoo glistened with the trails of sweat running down his tanned chest, its inked talons raking his shuddering stomach as a feathered wing arched itself over his right shoulder. I flinched as the stick Big Jim held whistled downwards, landing in the space between Aaron's collar bone and neck. My stomach rose to my throat at the sound of the landing thwack. Aaron grunted and faltered back, giving himself a moment to shake the hit off before he took a calculated lunge forward, knocking Big Jim flat on his back. The bigger man's wrist thick rod spilled from his sweaty grip and rolled outside the four markers. Aaron leapt off to the side and crouched behind his opponent, oblivious of t

He raised his hand briefly in acknowledgement. When Beast reached the monitoring room TK punched him playfully in the arm but it still hurt a little. "What the hell was that for?" "Making me loose ten bucks. The fat girl came back AND she talked to your ugly ass." He shrugged and hoped he had hidden his smile. "Oh…well I didn't scare her off, that's for sure." TK clapped him on his back to show that he was just kidding. Christopher felt kind of good. When everyone had returned to their work he flipped the monitor back to the gym.

Then he would face the embodiment of terror. With supernatural speed, I darted across the street and dove into the alley between the two buildings. Bastard didn’t know he was dealing with an enforcer from the Volkovs, the notorious werewolf mafia, and my adopted family. Few outside of our pack knew we were actual werewolves and we liked it that way. My claws extended and I raked them down the side of the dumpster. I heard his heart rate speed up, and I smiled. “You stole from the wrong person,” I said, adding a growl at the end.

If this misses… He didn’t finish the thought. Echo Shot. A second arrow formed alongside the first, mirroring the charge, doubling the weight of what he was about to release. Nine seconds. The spider shifted suddenly, its body angling as if it could feel the pressure building. Riley’s arm trembled. “Riley!” Hayes snapped. “Now would be good!” Ten. Riley released. The arrow snapped forward, curving mid-flight as Homing Strike corrected its path, locking onto the weak point with perfect precision.

“Strike One.” “Strike Two.” Beckett had almost made the jackpot. The crowd erupted. My breath caught. My grip turned white-hot. He was leading me on, toying with me. I saw it in his grin. In the way he danced around the edges of my fury with ease. And I snapped. I lunged forward hard. No more patience. Just brute, burning force. Our blades clashed again and again. He stumbled . “Strike Two.” I panted, we were even now. My body burned. Sweat dripped down my jaw. He was so fast, his footwork exeptional and his blade struck fast like a cobra.