Jackson Cross Beyblade Novels & Stories

I have scraped up knees and bruised palms to show for it. My sister adapts quicker to roaming in the forest than I do, learning where to put her feet, and how not to snap as many twigs, but I won’t allow myself to consider what the wolf said about her is true. CeCe is human. She doesn’t change into a monster beneath the full moon. And this monster who drags us through places humans weren’t meant to go, isn’t her father, our daddy is Jack Allen Cross. A computer analysist who has a bad sweet tooth and likes documentaries about how things are made and likes to cook everything on a grill and likes to laugh over bad jokes and is the only one who can make Mom smile on her bad nights and who loves

There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria. How could I destroy her now? Her being half human, and Astoria’s vow made this complicated. “Now what indeed.” I sighed out loud. The best thing I could do was keep her in sight and make sure she didn’t realize her powers. Snuff it out before she did. I had Max. He was the most knowledgeable in werewolf law. He could help me. “I want—what’s the thing's name—? “Jezebel.” “I want Jezebel to come live with me. She will stay under my clan, as my ward.”

I say. He rewinds it, playing it slower, frame by frame. “Go after the impact.” I say, the truck pulls away, fast Like nothing happened. “Enhance it,” the hacker's fingers move quickly. Image sharpens, and then details become clearer, and the truck model becomes clearer. “That's a Collins - series Obsidian,” he mutters, "I know that. “ Military-grade reinforcement.” I lean forward slightly, eyes narrowing, “How many exist?” “Fifty, maybe less , all the registered,”

Jackson kissed Beverly's flushed neck. "With pleasure." Said Beverly. Ten minutes later, Beverly and Jackson were at the end of the beach. The two of them walked hand in hand with one weapon each. Beverly is not afraid that she will have to fulfill Jackson's request. Because he is one hundred percent sure that later he will win. Beverly has spent her life learning to shoot. So, he won't lose to Jackson this time. "Where are we going to do it?" asked Beverly because Jackson had suddenly stopped.

He prepared everything; he even instructed Dillon and Lilac to take care of everything. A victory party will happen, but it’s a proposal behind the scenes—the grand proposal of the ruthless alpha king. Drake sat on the couch playing with his son, Zeus Calvin. His son inherited his eyes; even the mold of his facial features resembled him. His son was totally like him when he was still a kid. Zeus gets his mother’s lips; soft, red rose lips, and even her mother’s hair color. “Hey, where’s everyone?” Emily asks Drake who was playing with her son, Zeus.

The sweet-spicy scent of an omega blooming into heat tickled my nose, and I paused mid-punch. Fuck. There weren’t many omegas, and the alpha wolf in me craved this one already. I grabbed the purse, removed the cash from my wallet, and stuffed it inside. Then I looked for someplace safe, like a store with security cameras or a police station, and ran across the street to a 24-hour gym. I wanted the woman with the kids to get her money back and a bit extra for having to deal with a purse snatcher. Inside, transcendental non-Western music of some kind played over the speakers. Guess it had helped drown out the thief’s screams.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

I should be the one to go crazy here, but instead, I feel entirely depleted, drained of every inch of energy. “Location shows an industrial area … go over the Oakland Bay Bridge,” Axel directs. “Hurry,” I scream anxiously. “We’ll find them, bro,” D-Boy says, putting his hand on my shoulder. “Woof!” Jinx yaps from the seat between us, as if he agrees. “So, Lee took the Rolls?” Axel asks carefully. Jackson must be upset. His customized Rolls-Royce La Rose Noire Droptail is his favorite roadster. None of us is even allowed to drive the black monster.

"He’s Leashing them” Through the mist, Jackson appeared. He wasn't the boy who left me in the snow anymore. He was armored in Liquid Silver, riding a massive, scarred Feral-Sin that looked like it had been stitched together from nightmares. In his hand, he held the High-Sovereign Whip—a weapon designed to shatter a wolf’s spirit with a single strike.

Jackson chuckled. "Sir, since you're unwilling to realize your mistakes, I have no choice but to commit the sin of murder." The old monk glared at the smirking Jackson with anger. Then, the prayer beads in his fingertips suddenly exploded, and the debris instantly rushed towards Jackson like a lightning bolt. Jackson remained calm despite feeling shocked. The longsword in his hands seemed to have gained vision as it slashed around on its own and deflected the prayer beads. Meanwhile, Hubert also attacked and charged towards Jackson like an eagle.