Libra The Beyblade Novels & Stories

She denies everything that Luna said. "I have been so lenient to you yet you want to frame me with the crime that I did not do? Well, I will let you experience it if you will be able to survive from this." Luna angrily screamed at her as she stabbed Phelan on her chest with the silver dagger that Alpha had given her. The silver dagger is so lethal especially to the werewolves who can transform into a wolf already. Since Phelan is already 20 years old, it is certain that she could not survive Luna's attack.

One of them was an old lady who was wearing glasses. "Yes sir?" the brunette girl answered. A new boy came in. "Beta," he said as he knelt on one knee to the blonde man. "You sent for me sir?" "Yes, I did." Beta Calian smirked at the brunette girl. "Rina darling, you will fight with Reiner over here. If you win, you can stay here for as long as you want."

Sometime,she would cover her face on her pillow, shedding tears and at the same time regretting that she was never born as a werewolf. Yeah,she is a werewolf and that's the reason why she is been forced by her parents to be the Luna of an Alpha,not an ordinary Alpha but a Dangerous Alpha. Melissa was already preparing for school,she didn't wanna go late because of the tests and practicals they were having. And also the preparation of their prom and burn-fire night. It was a tradition I her high school to always have prom and burn-fire night every year. She has never been a prom queen ever since she joined the school,but she was praying and hoping to be the winner thks year.

A blade. Golden eyes. Rejection. Her scream tore through the forest as her body twisted, bones cracking, muscles reshaping But this was no ordinary first shift. Her wolf did not emerge uncertain. It rose like it had been waiting. Massive. Sleek silver fur gleaming beneath the moonlight. Eyes not yellow. Not brown. Silver. Ancient. Aria stood on four powerful legs and lifted her head toward the sky. And she remembered. Everything. Lyra. The betrayal. The execution. Kael. Her mate. Her Alpha. The one who had rejected her before their entire pack. Rage did not consume her. It settled. Cold. Controlled. Purposeful.

I raised my blade as well, stepping closer to Pelin. “Yes, dear,” Libra purred, tilting her head and batting her sultry eyes. “And the rules are clear for the likes of you. If you fail, I will obliterate all of your memories, and you shall die a painful death by my hand.” Her smile widened. “How does that sound? Aren’t you excited?” She laughed softly, cruel and pleased. “You may not use any special ability or attack once you enter,” she added. “If you refuse, you lose. Simple as that.”

It was as though Mirage's indifference had chained me to the floor, my fury trapped beneath layers of disbelief and pain. And then Mirage did the unthinkable. "You ask about my Luna," he said, his voice calm, deliberate, echoing through the chamber like a blade against stone. He glanced down at the delicate brunette clinging to his arm. She lowered her lashes, feigning shyness, though her faint smile betrayed her triumph. "This," Mirage said, his hand tightening around hers, "is Lilah. And it is she who I intend to make my Luna." The words fell like thunder. Gasps tore through the council. Some Alphas surged to their feet, outrage in their eyes. Others leaned forward, stunned into silence. J

“Let’s do this Dragina,” Layana said softly stroking the scales of her dragon’s neck. She saw Myra raise her arms - the darkness spreading like smoke from her, bolts of pure darkness were shot at Layana who blasted them all aside as the sky illuminated with her dazzling power.

“What do you mean?” “The First Alpha's beast was imprisoned beneath the seat,” Bobby explained frantically, his hands shaking. “And the original Luna’s shadow—Lyra—was trapped alongside it to balance the seal!” He looked directly at me, his eyes filled with grim realization. “Lyra isn't your past life, Athena. She is the physical manifestation of your bloodline's original curse! If that seal breaks completely, the throne will claim a new host!” Suddenly, the air in the room turned ice-cold.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

“Yes. I don’t know how, but… I heard you say I’m brave, and that I’m safe here.” Calista’s mouth fell open, but before she could respond, the door creaked open, and the healer came in carrying a bowl of herbal soup usually given to the wolves who have just given birth. Sable was a small, wiry woman in her late 50s with sharp eyes that missed nothing, and she had a calming presence that had been a godsend during the chaos of my labor. “Sable,” Calista said, her voice still laced with shock. “Lyra just… she said she can hear my thoughts.”