Jaxon Cross Beyblade X Novels & Stories

“From the looks of it, you’re admitting to colluding with the Raksasa Tribe. In that case, there’s nothing else to say. Everyone, Darryl is wild and greedy. We cannot let him leave here alive.” After he spoke, Jaxon leaped into the air! Bang! A strong aura exploded from Jaxon’s body as the long blade he held in his hand emitted a loud roar when he pierced it at Darryl’s chest. The air where his body passed twisted; the aura was intimidating. Darryl’s anger exploded when he saw Jaxon attacking him. Bang! A loud bang was heard as the Heavenly Halberd appeared and Darryl gripped it firmly. “Stay away!” he shouted as he swung his spear.

he asks, stepping back. It’s like the world around us whooshes in again, and I can feel my heartbeat in my ears as I try to regain my composure, cheeks flushing as I spin back around to face Kyla. She’s already in position across from me, giving me a knowing grin. The little shit. We go again, and I don’t think I really do anything different the second time around, but Jax nods in approval. “Looking good, keep it up,” he says casually, eye-fucking the shit outta me before he turns to walk away to observe the other recruits.

What chance of resistance could I possibly have against Jaxon West, the hottest, most masculine cowboy I had ever set my eyes upon? T. B. C!

But what truly caught my attention were the other 3 people with them, especially the guy with the yummy scent. “We know who he is…remember?” Says Selena through our mind link. “Jaxon Cross!” “Uh-huh,” she mocks. “Holy cow I never thought we would ever get to see him again.” “I never doubted it,” she snickers. Jaxon Cross, where to begin? Oh yeah, 6’5, 215 pounds of pure lean muscle, tanned olive skin, dark brown hair, perfect thick dark brows, and the most beautiful dark green, hazel eyes, I’m telling you cats would be jealous of those eyes. His face was sculpted by the gods, I swear. Modelesque cheekbones, lusciously red plump lips. Jaxon and his broad shoulders, tiny waist, and amazing ass

In the center, two men were trying to dismantle each other to the roaring approval of the crowd. I should have turned back. Instead, I pushed forward, drawn to the fire like a moth with a death wish. “Next up, fighting out of the Iron Serpents MC… The Beast!” The arena erupted. And then he appeared. Jaxon Ryder was violence made flesh. Tall, all lean muscle and coiled grace, his skin gleaming under the harsh lights. But it was his eyes, wild and gold—that found mine across the chaos. For one breathtaking second, the world went mute.

SLAM. The heavy oak doors of the common room flew open, hitting the stone walls with a crack that made several freshmen jump. Jaxon stormed in, his golden Lycan aura no longer a shimmering sun—it was a jagged, dark storm of orange and black. He looked like a man who had just been dragged through a briar patch and told he liked it.

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.

Our Luna excused herself and led him out of Xander's face before he says or do anything to annoy the lycan prince. “The omega is one of our finest, Prince Xander, and she is all yours to do with as you please. If you don’t mind, my prince, please proceed to the high table, the ceremony is about to begin. A seat has been prepared for you, right next to mine, please come along with me.” Alpha Blake told Xander, then he turned around and walked towards the high table, hoping that Xander would follow him immediately. But he first turned to me and pulled me close, holding me close to his heart as he said, “Don’t go too far, Butterfly. Daddy wants to look at you all night, I want to feed my eyes w

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.”

A threat. Solmyra, still on the floor, coughed again, her voice hoarse and brittle. “She’s… stronger than we thought.” Maeron glanced down at her, then back at Serena. “Stronger, yes. But not unbeatable.” Serena could feel the change in energy. The talisman in Maeron’s hand wasn’t just a magical device—it was a relic, something woven from blood and bone and sea. And it was pointed directly at her. She stepped in front of Alexandro, shielding him instinctively, even though her body ached, her strength flickering after the surge she had unleashed.