Lance Knight Beyblade X Novels & Stories

"The three of you should bow in my presence and kiss my feet if I demand it." Sarn, the glorious purple dragon laughed the loudest. "I'll tell you what. If you can defeat us, we'll bow and I'll even kiss your dirty, smelly feet." His tail made a grand sweep and Laryn's mammoth head lowered to avoid it. "Yeah make us," Bastian mocked. Fire showed in his blue gaze as he challenged me.

I want this token to be remembered for all eternity. 'Are you sure about this, Greko? I heard that he pampered his luna to the moon.' 'Do not tell me that you are getting scared of that whore? The behemoth lost because she summoned the Phoniex from the elven continent. But summoning a supernatural beast like that one needs offering and great strength. I am damn sure that the whore is recuperating right now behind that bastard.'

She looked expectantly at each of her friends, especially Kendra. Lance rolled his eyes. "As long as it means you're over DeAngelo then I'm pleased as punch. Besides…he's got a damn nice body." "Hell yeah…" Kendra said. "He is…scary looking with the scars, and I'm not sure what was up with the lump on his head, but it's obvious that he's a really nice guy."

I smiled at him. “As friends? I can do that. Just text me a day and time, okay.” My reply seemed to excite him. His handsome smile showed off his pristine white teeth. “Yeah, I will do that. Are you going somewhere? Let me get the door for you.” Lance ran to open the packhouse doors for me. I stepped in front of them just as the door opened wide enough that I could see Brax leaning against a bike. Where did he get that? “Oh, the dragon prince.” Lance jogged down the steps after making sure I was out of the way of the door. “Hey man, we haven’t had a chance to meet. I’m Lance. It’s nice to finally meet you.” They shook hands.

Because above Arian, there was still him, the strongest Alpha in Wolfspring. Lance didn't deny that Albert's kick on his chest left him in a lot of pain. Lance was even sure that one of his ribs was broken. He could feel it very clearly. However, Lance did not want to show his weakness before Albert. Therefore, he exerted all his strength to get up while suppressing the pain. The man took a deep breath as he clenched both hands tightly. "I am Lance Morgan. And there are no coincidences in my fights!" he said with emotion.

Cassidy stared blankly at the door the Lycan King exited. He was...overwhelming would be an appropriate word, she decided. His arrogance and blatant disregard of her as a person made her angry. Anger was better than fear. Anger could be used, shaped, molded into something sharp and dangerous. Her ire was a weapon she would forge in secret. "Not that there is any useful application." She whispered to the silent room. He was the High King of Lenerum, a Lycan berserker like his father before him.

The men around me choke out with laughter, the stench of beer oozing out of their mouths. One of them points to the masked Xavier in the ring and says, “You see that man? That's Knight X.” He explains, excitement making his voice tremble. “He's the craziest man in WestMoon. He’s the only one who dares to fight the Lycans.” “And he does it every wrestle night!” Another man spits out. I return my gaze to Xavier who’s warming up in the ring. How dare he do this? Risk his life, fighting a Lycan warrior?

Peircy raised an eyebrow at me. “Mhm.” Sitting down, I just looked at the binder. “So, what can I do for you?” Peircy smiled and sat back down. “You are handling this luna shit good.” “I don’t have a choice.” My eyes narrowed at him. “Just spit it out.” “Brett is a warrior.” “Ah, a heart to heart?” Peircy rolled his eyes. “I’m just saying. If you can master all this, surely Brett can, too.”

I said and we laughed. “I wanted to cross-check the calendar again,” Jaxon said amidst laughter. "Tell me about it," I said, chuckling as I sat down opposite them. "Feels good to be home." Jaxon leaned back in his chair, eyeing me with open curiosity. "So? How was Axelland? Word reached us about the celebration. Sounds like it was quite the event." I nodded. "It was... intense." They waited, patient, as I gathered my thoughts. "I met Alpha Damien. Strong leader. Fair but fierce. His Luna, Lyra, she's special, as you already know. You can feel it when you're near her. She holds real power. They're a force together."

Flame Knight 1 (raising a warblade): "You were never meant to live long enough to awaken." Xavier (panting, smirking): "Too bad I'm stubborn." The Crown Wolf, barely visible to others, circles Xavier — a phantom of smoke and flame, eyes glowing like dying stars. As one knight charges, Xavier sidesteps and drives his fist—infused with the wolf's power—straight into his chest. The knight is hurled back into the wall, stone shattering on impact. Flame Knight 2 (to the other):