Libra The Beyblade Novels & Stories

The alternative was a protracted battle which could drain the allied packs and allow the Circle’s leadership to regroup. With a deep breath, and summoning all her strength, Lyra plunged her ancestral blade into the Obsidian Heart. The resulting explosion of energy was blinding, a wave of searing power that threatened to consume everything. She braced herself, expecting the worst, but instead of annihilation, a quiet stillness settled over the chamber. The dark energy pulsed once, twice, and then faded, leaving behind a void, a silence that spoke of the Obsidian Circle’s power being destroyed.

But before she could even get close to me, a blur moved between us. At first, I thought it was Damien, but he was by my side and holding my hands. The blur was Blade. His hand shot through the air, and he caught her wrist as though he was catching a thrown pillow. It was effortless. “What the hell,” Lyra hissed, “Let go of me this instant,” she snapped as she struggled against his grip, He didn’t move, nor did he react. All he did was look into her eyes and smile. “Careful,” he said in a soft tone, his words almost conversational, “You don’t want to irritate me,”

Its countless voices merged into one. A child's voice. Soft. Lonely. "Will... you... remember... us?" Elyra's eyes filled with tears. She stepped even closer. "I promise." "I won't forget." The moment those words left her lips...... the Starblade burst into brilliant silver light. The blade transformed. Its sharp edge dissolved into streams of light. In its place appeared a long silver staff crowned with a crystal shaped like a star embraced by a crescent moon. Astera gasped. "The Starblade..."

It reeks of deception, and now, the Mirror Blade? All this looked very familiar. Only one person could be this dubious and cunning. Blake. I wanted to put the scroll back on the shelf but stopped when something caught my eyes. An image of the MirrorBlade. Beneath it was an inscription. "The one who wields it." The one who wields it? What does that mean? Luna Sera would have the answers I sought. But if I went to her, I would be endangering her life... Again. Besides, she doesn't seem fine. I had asked the healer to visit her and inform me if there was anything going on. He had admitted that she seemed weak and pale. But he couldn't exactly say what was wrong with her. It worried me.

Setting her boots near one of the arches, she joined the crowd of First Shifters, Indra right behind her. "My Children!" An ageless woman stood on a raised dais in the middle of the courtyard. "Welcome to your First Shift!" A cheer rose from the crowd. Predator and prey stood shoulder to shoulder around the dais. On this one night, everyone was equal, all First Shifters preparing for the rest of their lives. "The Moon Goddess invites you into her earthly home tonight, as the new generation of her children. Please, be welcome, be blessed, and go forth as who you are meant to be!" The throng swelled toward an archway blocked by two priestesses. They held casks filled with small vials of the pu

All the men were staring at me head to toe, some even whistled. Hayden let out a warning growl, telling them not to stare at his mate. I walked down and took Hayden's hand. "Stunning." He whispered to me. I blushed. "Today we are here to present my mate, Annabel Ferrars, as the new Luna. " He turned to face me. "Annabel Ferrars. Will you sacrifice yourself to protect your pack?" "I will." "Will you uphold your title as Luna and do your duties with pride?"

I lift my eyes to see Laney being handed a steamy cup with whipped cream, her green eyes glittering with excitement as she uses her tongue to lick the cream protruding out the sides. She doesn’t look like someone who would destroy us. At least not when she is smiling. When she is fighting, however, that darkness leeches out, draining the world of color. Though that might be partially my fault, I have been privy to more knowledge than most through Abbie. As frustrating as the witch was with her curses and fucking interfering with magic, she made a good point. The only way to ensure The Luna doesn’t destroy us is to destroy her first and find another way to keep us all united.

I grounded out. Thorne shook his head. “You claim you want to protect Lyra, then you must know that the blade is made specifically for her. It doesn't matter what you believe. It is real.” I rubbed a hand over my face and rolled my eyes. “Fine. Let's say that blade is what they say it is; I still won't sacrifice Lyra to keep myself safe.” “She is a Chimera,” Thorne bellowed. “She is a creature of the ancient. You have no idea the kind of powers she wields.”

“Then we stop him.” Liora’s eyes flashed. “With what?” Sera held up her hand, And conjured the blue dagger. “The piece that doesn’t belong.” The dagger burned hotter now, revealing symbols once hidden beneath its surface. They twisted, shimmered, rearranged, Until they spelled out its name in ancient script: Solumbra. A weapon from the age before prophecy, A blade not meant to kill, But to unbind, The earth cracked beneath them, revealing a stairwell made of broken moonlight.

The First Blade made its eyes burn with ancient rage. Doppel-Lyra screamed, “The First Blade awakens! He will kill the Vessel!” It lunged straight for me. I dodged, the mirror realm’s energy still sparking beneath my skin. The beast’s claws raked the ground where I’d stood, sending shards of black glass exploding upward. Kael twitched on the pyre and muscles were straining against Doppel-Lyra’s magic. His eyes flickered, silver and gold. The bond spasmed through me like a live wire, and I felt the heir pulse warmly, a reminder of what we were fighting for.