Knight Lance Beyblade Novels & Stories

“Hey Lance, zen” “What’s up, Adele?” Zen asks as he sheaths his sword. “I’m good, you really are invested in this” “Well” he shrugs, “we live to impress” I can’t help but smile at him. He is the most reserved of all of us but he is a loyal friend. “Three on one?” I ask them, my eyes darting across all of them. “No” Bastian immediately refutes, “you can’t take on the three of us, you will get hurt”

He was quick, but the Dharmic Cutter was positively a horror on its own! Lance narrowed his eyes from the tremendous pressure but leaped forward fearlessly! He had returned from Imperium, after all, and it filled him with a sense of superiority! Clang! As spear and sword collided, Lance managed to parry Caleb's Dharmic Cutter, but had nowhere to maneuver when the twelve flying swords were cutting him off completely! Whoosh! Lance was shocked by the eerie hum of the airblades, but his six spears also shot out… only to be shredded by the flying swords!

I commanded. I didn't wait for the skiff to touch the hull. I leapt, the Eclipse power coiling in my legs. I didn't glide; I moved as a blur of darkness, a literal shadow cast by nothing. I landed on the deck of the flagship, and the wood beneath my feet instantly turned to brittle, blackened charcoal. A Jade guard lunged with a solar-lance. The tip was a sun-bright point of plasma meant to incinerate steel. I didn't dodge. I reached out and grabbed the lance with my obsidian hand.

Lightning flashed, and plasma gathered as a lightning spear appeared at his shoulder. Across from him, the Sun Knight raised his hammer again. The recently fallen flying beast seemingly teleported beneath him, fully revived. Now, its eyes emitted red light. After flying in mid-air, the red light shot down like two laser beams. Seeing this, Chase hurled his lightning spear toward the flying beast's head before the lasers could reach him. Predictably, the lightning spear would penetrate its head and continue, entering through the Sun Knight's chin and exiting through the top of his skull.

James interrupted, “This is nothing. The Zephyrbane Spears comprises three parts—basic, intermediate, and advanced.” “The basic technique is called the Mystic Wind Drifter. It focuses on group assault, uses curses as the foundation, and is assisted with the Terrastride Step, Dawnblaze Form, and Chaos Yin-Yang Eyes for anticipating the enemy’s movements. It boasts 360,000 permutations. Once initiated, there’s no turning back as it’s a fully offensive skill.” As James spoke, he demonstrated the skill, causing the spears in the void to shift rapidly, filling the sky with dazzling and impeccable displays. The relentless assault and lightning-fast movements would render any opposition futile. “Th

of the South The air in the subterranean forge was thick enough to choke a human, but for the Lycans of the United North, it was the smell of a brewing storm. Rhea stood over the primary "Breaker-Bolt," a six-foot lance of hyper-refined silver that shimmered with a pale, bioluminescent light. It didn't reflect the lanterns; it seemed to consume their glow, channeling it into the intricate runes Elias had etched into its surface with his own claws.

Knight is sitting on a wooden armchair facing Von and in between them is a wooden table. Lance and Beatrice were also still present in the room and carefully analyzing Knights magical power that's surging yet contained masterfully within his body. It's almost impossible to detect without the aid of a magical item. Beatrice's magical item is her earring on her right ear and Lance's were his grimoire, a black book that he carries on his left hip secured by a leather strap.

I watch closely as Lance, who has barely looked at me today, places ten throwing knives down on a table. I’d lost count but I think there was around twenty four of us waiting to use the knives. About fifteen lycans in, I watch with anticipation as Blake steps up. She’s wearing the tightest leggings and her arse is on show for all the males behind her to enjoy. She may have seven older brothers but I get the feeling Blake likes to test their patience and judging by Lance’s low growl at her admirers, he’s just as bad. Blake does really well, she scores the highest so far, six clean throws at the targets and Spike is up next. I’m being very careful, standing at the back trying to prevent going

“The three of you should get some rest in the city. Jasmine Gerbera is in the house in front.” The female disciple who knocked her forehead against the ground had injuries on her body. It would be impossible for her to walk back on her own. By the time she returned there, the Floral Valley’s sect master and those experts would probably be dead. He carried the female disciple and activated Lightning Sprint. He named it Lightning Sprint on his own and it was quite appropriate. If he ran wildly on the ground, Lightning Sprint would be much faster than Imperial Sword Flight, especially when he was carrying another person.

Biadet was standing on the dragon’s head again. “Hello, Princess. It’s been a long time.” “Yes. Too long.” Laney drew her sword. “And now it ends.” “I don’t have a weapon,” said Biadet. Laney looked at the larger of the two men. “Roland, give her a weapon.” He seemed surprised by the request. He looked at his companion, who just shrugged. Roland tossed his axe, which was about the same size as Biadet, and it rotated end over end as it flew towards her as the dragon brought her down. She caught it one handed.