Beyblade X Strike Hawk Novels & Stories

It had run into a terrifying strike. "Luck is really on my side. A thunder core just waiting to be found, and a half apex overbeast, too. I'll kill Storm Phoenix and take his apex overbeast inner core. Once I combine it with the thunder core, I'll not only reach Supreme level. I'll rocket straight to the top. Who could stop me, then?"

James instantly dashed out of the purplish-red light rays and cast the Terrastride Step, appearing in front of Xachary in the blink of an eye. Boom! James raised his hand and delivered a powerful punch, unleashing a violent Marciais Power toward Xachary. Caught off guard, Xachary barely had time to turn his head before the forceful blow shattered his nose. Blood splattered as his body was propelled backward after being struck by the Marciais Power. James gave Xachary no chance to retaliate. He swiftly activated the Dawnblaze Form and intercepted the Xachary’s trajectory Xachary. Then, he infused his Marciais Power into his fist and swung hard.

Mathew boomed, “the King and Queen of all realms have approved our request to change or rather should I say combine the names of SilverMoon and Hawk Hill to SilverHawk pack. So, welcome SilverHawk pack.” “SilverHawk!” Every member old and new cheered and howled. Storm scratched her arm. “What’s wrong Sugarbear?” Blaze asked. “My arm is itching.” She winced. Blaze lifted her arm and looked at it. He watched a tattoo began to etch itself on her arm. “What the…” He whispered. He removed his jacket and lifted his shirt sleeve. “It’s the same design,” Alex murmured, “it’s a new pack symbol.”

As its sharp claws swept over, a strong wind element like razor-sharp blades fluctuated around. “This thing should be inhabiting Eagle Beak Mountain. It’s unlikely that it was attracted by the convoy here.” Elder Whitmore attempted to make a detour. “That won’t be necessary.” After saying that, Hardy opened the door and jumped out. The wind gusted around him, and he flew toward the clawed lizard rapidly. After Hardy left, Claire breathed a sigh of relief and said, “We can finally speak now. Hardy is a level 5S wind element practitioner in the middle stage of eight stars. He’s infamous for his move called the Wind Slash.”

When we were kids, she used to get us into all kinds of trouble and I would always get blamed for it because once she flashed those big blue eyes, no one could accuse her of any wrongdoing. “To do it more often?” I laughed, thankful for the comic relief. Despite my bravado and earlier reassurances to Devon, I was still nervous. As he said, I did not like to kill animals. Werewolves were actually peaceful creatures and we didn’t hunt other animals asides from the Grant Hunt and the wolves who did it for sport. It wasn’t banned or anything so they were in their rights. It just wasn’t something I liked doing. For this reason, I was nervous. Plus, the Alpha’s arrogant son, Louis was participatin

“Hah! Can’t cast the Lonsdaleite Extermination Formation here, can you? Either way, do you seriously think you can defeat me with that lousy net?!” scoffed Ryder with a disdainful look before entering an attack stance and yelling, “Thunder Strike!” Following that, a mighty golden aurablade materialized before charging toward the group of disciples! Any Zeman the aurablade passed ended up having their chests slashed open, resulting in blood flying all over the place…! Even the Ultimate Immobilizing Net was chopped to pieces!

“What do you think?” I glanced down at the screen. It was a Hawk with fierce, blazing red eyes that screamed chaos. Its frightening black shiny wings spread widely that could soar across the sky. The striking claws were long, black, sharp, and the curve pointed downward, promising hideous scars and excruciating pain to its prey. Amazing! “What do you think?” he asked again impatiently. I shifted my gaze to his slim face, finding him showing me his signature grin and gleaming brown eyes. “That’s good.”

I gasped. Lunar Eclipse was more of a pack of mercenaries. No one knew the real names of the pack members, as they all had some sort of code name. The Alpha of the pack was known as Shadowstrike. Shadowstrike was considered the ultimate warrior, with skills that a normal werewolf didn’t possess. He could strike his opponents down with a single blow, but it wasn’t just because he was strong. There was a rumor that he could expel some sort of energy in his attacks that could knock someone down without ever touching them.

The yelp of pain that left him when his own energy orb struck him showed me that he was a weak bitch who ruled because he was underhanded and willing to do whatever the hell it took instead of actually being a powerful creature. “Ouch,” I said, flashing him a bright smile. He must have called upon a couple of his lackeys because they came barreling towards us. Their wings were dangerous weapons, but they were flightless. Maddox sent a strong bolt of lightning at the first one, striking him dead on impact. That was one orgasm for him so far.

"Your time is up, Leon. We're here to take back what you stole from us." Leon snarled, his followers bristling with aggression. "You'll regret this, Beauty." The battle began with a ferocity that took Beauty's breath away. Wolves clashed, their snarls and growls echoing through the forest. Beauty fought alongside her allies, her movements swift and precise. She felt a surge of power, her special bloodline giving her an edge. Leon was a formidable opponent, his strength and speed unmatched. But Beauty was not alone. Alex fought by her side, his presence a constant source of strength. Gabriel and his pack provided crucial support, their unity a testament to their determination.