Jackson Cross Beyblade Novels & Stories

"Didn't your ears just hear what they said? Jackson is an eighth-degree black belt from the capital! Don't embarrass your name further by underestimating their high skills!" My mouth smirks slightly. "An eighth-degree black belt? Is that simple track supposed to impress my wolf?" Cora grits her teeth hard at my apparent ignorance. Jackson had been one of the top young fighters across the entire Beacon Moon Territory even before going abroad, training in physical martial arts since he was a small pup. Sure, my hands had taken down Stiles's enforcer, Bobby, at the border clinic, but Jackson was in a completely different league of power altogether.

Grayson says taking the glass pieces from my hand and continuing to clear them from the floor. Zac’s concern is etched on his face as he sees the tiny dots of blood on my palm. I smile politely and bow, “Alpha Austin, Alpha Raymond, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” “Congratulations Luna Isla,” Alpha Austin says returning my bow. “Yes yes, congratulations Luna. I sure hope you didn’t hurt yourself just now... Seems the glass may have been a bit..weak” Alpha Raymond says with a wink. I tense up at his words and just smile.