Jackson Cross Beyblade Novels & Stories

“Beast is our weapons expert. If it’s guns you need, then he is your guy.” Gia popped her head around the door, scowling at the smartly dressed shifter. Blaze clung to her leg, peering around at Jaxton. “Uncle Jax, let’s play with the bike,” he chirped. Gia shook her head affectionately. “I ought to donkey punch you both in the dicks, getting my kid a motorcycle.” Jax picked Blaze up and threw him over his shoulder. We could hear Blaze’s giggling as Jax took him off to play.

The Lighten coughs in blood trying to resist from the five beings. “This is hilarious! He really thinks he can still live after this.” Matteo grab the Lighten’s head and let him see the battlefield. “See?” The southern borders is covered with blood and corpses of the defeated battalion. The sand is all red, dark, and stinky. The battle has almost ended and the sight has brought pleasure to the victorious squad. “See?’’ “c-Cr-cro-crossbr-…crossbreeds…I-“ Matteo strikes him to death with his sharp stone mold. “That ends it here.”, Matteo satisfyingly said while looking at the dead Lighten.

He could have punched something, someone. After some special research, Jaxon had found out it was Chance Bennett, a very good warrior in his pack. But he would make sure they weren't together forever, if its the last thing his jealous wolf did.

The only difference between the previous day and today was the fact that they were having a conversation. "Today was really fun. I had no idea anyone could be awesome at playing with the crane machine or beat two people singlehandedly at laser tag" Jessie gushed, blushing as she fondled the doll Jackson has won and given to her. It was a cute little white rabbit with blue eyes just like Jackson. A light pink dusted Jackson's cheek as he replied "You weren't so bad yourself, you beat both Chelsea and me at Skeeball. You also beat me at racing so I think it's fair to say you're more awesome"

Carlos jumps over a bench and blindly bashes through two dark suits, knocking one of them off of their butts. "Ouch!!" "Hey, what the fu*k is wrong with you!?! Wait, is that Carlos? Why was he coming from the gym?" Asked Jackson, another popular black suit known for his gangster vibes and bold appearance, most notably his brown-dyed, low mohawk. He grabbed the side of the wooden bench he was sitting on with his thick hands and arranged himself properly.

"Screw this." I looked over at Burney, horrified to see him running at Stan. He threw his weight into the Taken's back, knocking him forward. Stan shrieked from the surprise attack and Mike grunted, landing pinned beneath the Taken Scorcher. I turned from the three man pile and reefed the gun free of Ronnie's stiff fingers. "Burney!" He'd separated himself from the other two and was standing over them, poised to strike with Stan's makeshift stake. "You can't kill him that way," I yelled, throwing him the gun, "It'll send the shade bolting to someone else!"

I knew Jenny would be waiting for Braxton and I wasn't sure what Troy had in mind. I walked back inside to see everyone was playing with all the children. I sat back down next to Jackson who was now staring at me. "So what was that about?" Jackson asked. "Xander called." I replied casually, getting everyones attention. "What did that little weasel want?" Pythia asked, making me laugh. "He wants my siphon as usual." I replied. "What is the deal with that thing? I've never seen you use it before." Tye said. "It was made for me many many years ago by the goddesses themselves, it only responds to a king or queen and there can only be one. It may be fought over but Xander has tried that a few tim

He popped out from behind cover and lifted the pistol with both hands and **shot**. The bullet pinged off the plating at the joint where the chimera’s front leg met its chest. The impact didn’t penetrate, but it made the beast *notice* him. Every red sensor zipped to Jax’s figure like magnets. “Oh, he doesn’t like that,” Jax muttered, already sprinting sideways away from the beacon. “Come on, robo-Bambi, you want a piece—” The chimera lunged after him, back legs blurring, front claws tearing into the concrete. Its tether‑cables stretched, whining. It reached the end of their length with a wrench that yanked the beacon’s base slightly off its mounts.

"Subject 01-A. Identified as: **High-Value Bio-Mass**. Synthesis of Red Blood detected. Recovery of the 'Prime Frequency' is mandatory." [Image: A girl with violet-glowing eyes standing against a massive, brass-and-bone spider-machine under a sky of gears] "Stay back!" Jax shifted into his full wolf form, but he was smaller than even the smallest of the Null's joints. He lunged at one of the brass legs, his sapphire claws sparking against the ancient metal, but the Null didn't even flinch. It simply emitted a pulse of green steam that sent Jax flying backward, his fur scorched and his energy drained.