Jaxon Cross Beyblade X Novels & Stories

Jaxon looks up at us, holding a drill and a neatly cut rectangular wood. “Oh no no, I was already awake before I heard…” I gesture around him, trying not to shiver from how my body’s reacting to him. He nods and drops the stuff he’s holding. He rises—to his six feet four inches height, as opposed to my five feet four inches. He swaggers to me and my eyes drop to his abs that tighten as he walks. I swallow and drop Snowie down, she goes to her Dad. She’s such a Daddy’s girl.

he missed his next shot and stepped back from the table, "when you're me, it's just seems to be one other thing to be made fun of." Kane stopped in his steps, eyeing the table but all he wanted to do was examine the emotions on Jay's face as he said that. Jay was a decent looking guy, but the gigantic glasses were overbearing to his face. He had nice features, although he was only five foot eight, and to someone like Kane, he was categorized as puny. He was quite skinny, very frail as if his bones would shatter by simply tripping to the floor. He had a nice style—he was wearing a dress shirt with the sleeves rolled and black pants. He also knew how to style his hair properly, gelling the gol

Without a word he close the door and walk to the drivers side. Hell yes, that's Jordan, I can can even recognise him if his putting on diapers. "What is Jordan doing here?" I turn to Xavier. "He lost a bet." Xavier reply curtly. "Then why isn't he talking to me?" I ask confused. He didn't even say hi. "He's our driver for tonight, so he's not suppose to converse with his employee and his guest." Typical rich tycoon Xavier. "Its just part of the bet." Xavier adds when I glare at him.

"Don't let it win. I don't care what's inside you. Fight it." His eyes flickered, darkness battling the golden sea I loved. I reached up, pressing my forehead to his. "I'm here. Come back." He shuddered, the silver light consuming him. He regained control just in time for him to scoop me out of the way when the beast struck again. Then we attacked the creature together, slashing the beast with our claws. Finally, Jaxon subdued the beast with his strength, lifting it off the ground and slamming it down with insane power.

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

The Arbitrator of the Fourth Grids blow did not touch the band. A big furred Varg forearm blocked the strike in the air. Jaxon had thrown his body across the broken stone tables his claws digging deep into the marble wrist of the Arbitrator of the Fourth Grid. Jaxons golden aura burst out an chaotic flame that fought against the cold controlling power of the Order Field. "Get your hands... Off my Empress!" Jaxon shouted, his Varg teeth showing as the silver points of the Arbitrator of the Fourth Grid started to make a hissing sound against his burning fur trying to turn his flame into smoke.

He just ignored him and went back to where he was looking. Rave just felt that Leon walked towards him. Then a fire from a lighter appeared in front of him. He looked at Leon coldly and the man just raised his eyebrows at him. Rave's taller and more well built, he can tackle this annoying blonde guy with an annoying piercing but he knows better to not do that. Rave just put the cigarette in between his lips and leaned a little to light it. When he was done, Leon covered the lighter to put off the fire.

"The challenge is answered. Your relic is ash. Stand and look at your Grand Luna." Jaxon shivers, pushing himself up slowly until he is standing on his own two feet. His bare chest is covered in deep, steaming lacerations from Clyde’s fangs, but his amber eyes are no longer wild with the traditionalist arrogance that brought him to our border. He looks at Clyde, then his gaze shifts to me, tracking the permanent, swirling depths of gold and violet in my eyes.

Beejay asked while covering his face with both forearms for X’s incoming punch. “I have some unfinished business with him,” X answered in a monotonous tone while countlessly punching *Wham* *Wham* *Wham* Beejay using his both fists. However, none of those made a single scratch on him. “Unfinished business?” Beejay wondered while still receiving thousands of punches from X and maintaining his pose and balance. *Wham* *Wham* *Wham* “Yea, and it’s exclusive only for all the nebula manipulation inheritors,” X stated, he stopped from punching and jumps backward to distance himself.

Not even one. A dirty black wolf leapt for his throat, but Jaxon caught it midair with bone-crushing precision. The sound that followed—the crack—echoed through the chaos. The body fell limp, tossed aside like it weighed nothing. He was....a beast—Beast starved for the blood of those who tried to hurt him. He moved like a dancer born for war—each strike fluid, merciless, and perfectly timed. Wolves dropped around him like leaves in a storm, and he didn't falter once. No hesitation. No fatigue. Just unstoppable, primal dominance.