Burn Phoenix Beyblade Novels & Stories

“You and that entourage of fuck-faces think that this is all a game, some fucking power trip. You’re right, this shit is real. This shit is more real than your tiny little brain will ever be able to understand. So why don’t you just go and follow rex around like he’s the goddamn Anti-Christ, and leave the adulting to me.” Damon stepped up, straightening his shoulders, the challenge between us hanging like thick smoke. “I don’t know what the fuck happened to you, but do not think for one second that I’m going to just be a goddamn spectator when it comes to all of this.

I could see Millie's ghastly, shriveled-up corpse which was curled in a corner of the balcony through the drone's camera. The current temperature was considered unbearable for humans. My mom was already old, and she lacked the energy to move. Also, she dared not risk her life to retrieve the ramen, so she ordered Nicholas to grab the ramen instead. I let the drone hover at the edge of the balcony on purpose. Nicholas was an idiot for emerging from the apartment in just a pair of boxers. The moment he opened the door, the red blisters on his body instantly split open under the rays. He hissed from the intense pain, but he still managed to cross the balcony and retrieve the ramen.

Chapter: 14 ****** "No!" Phoenix cried from behind them, he willed water on the burning room but the fire kept growing. "Stop, Leonardo!" He pleaded, making his way through flames towards them but the fire was great. "You're going to hurt you both?" His words of warning fell on deaf ears. When he reached both men their bodies were already filled with flames that surged from one body into the other. The brightness of the room grew into the sky, darkening the day, and turning it into night.

"She is living in hell but she is not broken, Yang" Damon looked out of the window towards the place where she slapped him. "There is a fire in her big eyes... They dazzle, they blaze and I want to test it... I want to snatch that fire from her eyes." He smirked evilly. "She will be my exception, my distraction!"

Camellia stood in a private warehouse just outside Zurich, staring at the dusty lockbox labeled “E.M. Burnett – Project Eclipse.” It had been registered under Mary’s name, with Camellia as the secondary recipient. She’d never been told why. Inside: dozens of flash drives, handwritten letters, and one cryptic envelope marked “If the world burns.” She opened it with shaking hands. Inside was a letter. “Camellia, if you’re reading this, then the fire has come. Belinda will not stop until she owns every voice. But Phoenix wasn’t meant to be a brand. It was meant to be a weapon. You hold the last design — Project Eclipse. It’s not defense. It’s a mirror.”

Then, like a torrential rain of flames, they bombarded the huge black skeleton! Rumble! There was a series of explosions that was enough to destroy the world! That huge black skeleton was defeated by the flaming phoenixes that swooped down from the sky, turning into a black mist that dissipated into thin air. Fitzgerald staggered back. Just as he was about to raise his hand, a burly body got close to him! Zayn roared, “Where are you looking?! Your opponent is me!” Biff, bang! Instantly, the two fought!

Asking them to retrieve the Green Phoenix Fruit from a phoenix was practically suicide. Green Phoenix Fruits were absolute treasures for phoenixes to increase their power. Fighting over a Green Phoenix Fruit was equivalent to hurting a phoenix's child. The phoenix would immediately attack. With their strength, there was no other possibility. The third round was practically a suicide mission. The five other participants were filled with confusion and distress other than Fane. The first one to voice out a question was Benedict. His strength was only at the early stage of the innate level. In the eyes of a spring solidifying realm beast, he could not even be considered an ant.

August flinched from the shattering sound. "That time our whole family was alive Steve! Do you even hear yourself!?," Adriel roared. "Have you forgotten what they did to us? It wasn't you who saw them bathed in blood, it was me. And our mother? Think about the pain she endured when her whole body was burned. Were her mighty husband and three children able to save her? No." August cried silently allowing his brother to let it out from his heart. Adriel snatched the unfinished bottle from the table chugging the contents down his throat. He gazed at the portrait of the beard man on the wall with resentment. August followed his gaze where their father's picture was hanged.

How did he not sense that fellow at all? "Alright," Phoenix walked to Beatrix, holding a white flute he took out from his spatial ring. "Hello, Peter." he waved. "Desire a hug?" he offered but Peter merely sneered. Who would want to accept a hug from the person who beat him up because of a female? Hmph!