Dark Poseidon Beyblade Novels & Stories

Hence, he had claimed that Brooklyn did not appear to be Beckham’s biological son in a meaningful manner earlier. On the other hand, he managed to discover that because of his early formation of lightsoul. It gave him a strong sense of darker materials. Otherwise, he would not have been able to notice that. However, he was incapable of detecting what was strange about Beckham because he had yet to form a full lightsoul after all. If Kayson only possessed his darksoul, it would be difficult for him to notice that similarly. He would only be able to mistakenly regard Beckham as a hidden energy fighter who was trained in dark energy.

“I need you now. The brat has Titan. She is protected and I can’t get to her. Selene gave her Titan, knowing Titan would make her win. I need someone, Poseidon. I need help.” Daria throws a splash of holy water into the mirror. “I gave you Ingrid and that got you Joey. You had all the tools you needed,” Poseidon rolls his eyes as he appears in the mirror. “I chose my champion wrong. I should have sent a mermaid.” “Those cursed bitches are no match for werewolves and you know it,” Daria tells him. “Tell me what I need to do to win!” “Wait until the bitch is 18 and kill her. Same rules we have had since the beginning.” Poseidon reminds her, looking bored. “If you have no real questions..”

the familiar voice called just from behind me, causing cold blades to rake down the length of my spine. As though my thoughts had conjured him, I spun around to find Poseidon standing just a good foot from me, his whole form beaten up in ways I have never seen before. Take the worry, pain, and frustration, and dump them on one person; you get a vivid picture of him. His normally neat hair was standing on its ends, and dark circles marred his eyes making him the reflection of a nightmare. A dark grey storm swirled just around the blues of his irises, and his cheeks were so sunken you could have thought he hadn’t eaten anything for a very, very long time.

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

"Sorry about the mess!.." He noticed the small bloody footprints coming inside. Damon sighed. "We have a basement!" Rafael chuckled darkly and Mira could sense the evilness in it. "It's full!" He looked behind him amused. "Aren't you going to introduce the new member?" Damon shook his head. "I don't think it's the right time... You are angry and she is__" "She is weak?" Rafael mocked. "I am not weak!" Mira looked at him from behind Damon.

Mark told him. “He is also not an angel, fey or elf. That left vampire or warlock.” Grandfather Eivor said. Savannah tried to describe him to them, but her memory was hazy thanks to that damn sedative. Dorian did his voodoo mind reading shit to her which shocked both her and Daniel. It was weird to be part of it and it made me somewhat nauseous. “He is a hybrid vampire/warlock. His name is Vegas, well that is the name he goes by. He also happens to be Ulriks half-brother.” Dorian explained.

An uneasy feeling sweeps over me as I peer back down at my bonetta. “NOW!!” Beard bellows, and his voice rumbles through the palace. I snap my head up, watching in slow motion as he removes the Dagger of Eternal Death from the inside of his boot. He raises his arm and drives it straight into the Dark Oracles' heart. Tyber and Jaja both let a roar rip from their throats as they leave my side and rush for Beard. As a black light rips her chest wide apart, the Dark Oracle cries in anguish, sorrow, and despair. Beard yanks the blade out of her chest and raises it above his head as he faces us. His soulless eyes darken to the severity of an eclipsing moon.

“The owner… he’s not like the others.” I turned to her, raising an eyebrow. “A jerk? An egotistical narcissist?” I half-joked, trying to break the tension. But Chloe didn’t laugh. Instead, she shivered slightly, the smile fading from her face. "He's... odd. And deadly. No one really sees him during the day. He’s a nightwalker." Her voice faltered on the last word. “He’s got a scar across his face. No one knows how he got it, but people say it’s the least dangerous thing about him.”

Thane rubbed his face. “My coronation is in a week. I will take over as Don of the Blackwood clan. Salvador will be handled and the family will have nothing to worry about. Marlene won’t have to marry Al-Khaled’s son,” Caspian replied. “You don’t like the boy too?” Thane asked. “He’s f*cking gay,” Caspian said. “You’ve been checking on him? What’s with you and being possessive?” Thane asked. “Raheem knows what he is doing. Something tells me he knows something we don’t. Something we need to know before he uses it to his advantage. Marlene would not be his cover for his relationship with his lover,” Caspian replied calmly.

It was the kind of smile you would expect on a swashbuckling pirate, capable of seduction and plunder in equal measure. His eyes were a haunting shade of onyx, the most profound I'd ever seen. They were more than just a color; they held an intensity, an almost overwhelming brilliance. A whiff of his cologne, spicy and tantalizing without being overbearing, teased my senses, hinting at a man who took pride in his appearance. But I shook my head in denial. No, this man was nothing more than an exasperating tormentor from my past. "What can I fetch you, sweetie?" the waitress interrupted our silent face-off, her notebook poised for my order.