Metal Fight Beyblade Novels & Stories

Three days before the wedding, I was cleaning out some old boxes when I remembered the time capsule Natasha Rowe and I buried ten years ago. When I mentioned it, her face stiffened for a moment. She quickly tried to talk me out of going. "It's been so long," she said. "Someone probably dug it up already." I didn't think much of it and went back to our old high school alone. At the spot where we buried it, I started digging. Instead of one box, I pulled out five metal containers of different sizes. Two of them were the ones Natasha and I buried ten years ago, their surfaces rusted and worn. But there were three others. One of them was just as rusted as ours. The other two looked almost brand new. The old extra box had a name scratched into the lid. Vince Houle. On it were the words, [My secret crush was a war I fought alone. Natasha, I hope you're happy.] I remembered him then. He had been a quiet guy who sat behind us in class. The kind of student no one really noticed. The two newer boxes had names carved into them, too. Natasha and Vince. The date etched into both of them was today. On Natasha's box were the words, [The greatest regret of my life is that I couldn't marry you.] On Vince's box were the words, [The greatest regret of my life is that I can't openly congratulate you on getting married.]

On our third wedding anniversary, Kent gave me a gift. A black metal wristband. Cold. Sleek. He called it a new product from his company—a pain-sharing system. The other user was Violet. His "girl bro." The person he was closer to than his own sister. Kent brushed a hand over my cheek, his gaze soft. "Clara, you're too coddled. You should learn from Violet. She's tough." Then he snapped the wristband onto my wrist. So while Violet got a full-back tattoo and an entire sleeve, I felt every single needle. When Violet went wingsuit flying, I collapsed at home. Every bone in my body felt shattered. I threw up blood. While she soaked up attention online as the "extreme sports queen," I was drowning in nonstop pain. Kent sat beside me, holding my hand as he cared. "Just hang in there. Violet's just being herself. As my wife, you should be more understanding." To finally push me over the edge, Violet decided to livestream herself jumping into the ocean to make me die in her place. Their friends couldn't wait to watch. Later, I watched calmly from a hospital room as the system slowly drained the life out of her. Kent looked deranged as he demanded to know why I wasn't dead. Because I had already reversed the system. All her vitality had become the nourishment that sustained me.

Five sisters with the power to control the elements reach out to their allies for help, as they prepare to fight an evil scourge intent on destroying everything. After losing their parents in an attack, and watching their home burn. The oldest sister, Akasha, is left to take over her parents' role and protect her sisters as they struggle to cope with the loss of everyone and everything they know. A prince in a struggle of his own is sent on an impossible mission to spy on the enemies and find out who they are after, only to discover the sisters and become emotionally attached as he aids them in their quest, and helps them prove to his father their worth. Battles ensue as they fight to protect themselves, fall in love, and learn how to use their powers as they fight to stop the scourge.

How will you love a guy who has a heart cold like ice? A guy who will do everything what his boss says. A guy who has a secret identity that no one knows except your boss. What if he falls for you, but he keeps on resisting because he thinks you are someone's private property? Will you fight to know the truth behind those possessive actions he is doing to you? Will you fight your love to that possessive cold-hearted guy? Because me?! I will fight my love for that guy named Bryan Kluster Vicente. A mafia, a billionaire of his own and my own possessive cold-hearted guy

“LOVE” just a four-letter word, but has a power to rule the world. It can be of any form. Mothers, Fathers, Brothers, Sisters, Friend’s and then there is a love which we share with a person with whom we want to spend the rest of our life. Irrespective of the form, it is really strong, but this love between two lovers is sometimes so strong that it can fight against the destiny planned for the fate. Come and see the fight of a wonderful lover who will not leave any stones unturned to just fight for love and will never let the cruel fate have its way. And then there is our famous common say, “A thin line between hate and love." Someone is ready to erase that thin line with all the power they have.

Victor and I were nothing more than a pair of sworn enemies married inside the camp. He hated me for handing over my frail sister to the research institute, all so they could extract the antiviral serum from her blood. And I hated him for never seeing anyone but her, even in the apocalypse, when she could barely lift a metal rod. For the ten years of the apocalypse, the words we said to each other most often were, "Die a miserable death." … However, when the zombie horde finally broke through the last line of defense, he chained me to the modified mech truck and went out alone to face it. "Live…" I watched as the tide of corpses swallowed him whole, the crack of breaking bones mixing with the sound of flesh being torn apart. On the edge of death, he pulled out my sister's faded photo and placed it over the one clean spot on his chest. "This life is yours. But if there's a next one, don't go near her again." … That night, when I returned, I blew up the camp. When I opened my eyes again, I went to the zombie king. His razor-sharp claws closed around my throat, and I smiled as I took hold of his hand. "Let's make a deal. Give humans five more years, and I'll willingly be your queen." Last time, he gave his life to save me. This time, I'll be the monster—so they can all get what they want.

After I was reborn, when Blake's childhood sweetheart Catherine cut a lock of my hair during a party dare — again — I didn't do what I did in my past life. I didn't shear off all her hair in front of everyone and turn her into a bald wolf. I didn't lose control and storm into the Council of Elders when Blake defended her, threatening to sever our mate bond. Instead, I calmly removed the Luna's crown from my head and placed it on Catherine's. "The crown's hers now. Have fun with her." I put on my coat and walked out of the estate without looking back. It wasn't that I wanted to bow to Catherine. But in my past life, after I severed the bond with Blake, things went horribly wrong. He threw me into a cell made of pure silver, like I was some irredeemable criminal, and left me there while the metal scorched my skin day and night. When I finally escaped, I was poisoned by a witch from a rival pack. Dying from the pain, I abandoned every shred of my dignity and crawled to the doors of the Temple of the Moon Goddess, begging him to let the witch give me the antidote. He was kissing Catherine. He didn't even tell his guards to let me in. I died from the poison — one day before my father, the Alpha King, came to find me. I refused to meet that fate again. So I was done with Blake.

“Come back with them obediently, and I'll make you my Luna,” Natalie was caught by the ruthless Alpha who killed her parents. He made her the Luna of his pack despite her disapproval. Not only does she have to fight against the Alpha, she has to fight his handsome brother who has also got attracted to her.

Aaron, the Alpha of the Lumiere pack is the most potential Supreme Alpha. He begins to see visions of the Enlightened one, telling him he has to unite the world and every supernatural beings, and fight against the coming evil to become the supreme Alpha. Will he be able to fight the evil? Will he get help? Would he be betrayed? Would he find love or his mate? Will the world be destroyed?

Being raised by her grandma has always made her feel abandoned, like she was an orphan. Her rebellious nature was a sign of wanting to be heard, to be seen. She has always been fierce but from the shadows. A girl with a kind heart but not wanting to let anybody in. What happens when the past that shattered her childhood catches up to her? All the nightmares, trauma, and constant anxiety seem to resurface, and it seems like Avethandwa can only find solace in one man: Bangizwe Mboyo. Born to a Zulu woman and a Congolese father, Bangizwe is a troubled soul who seems to fight with his own demons, but for her, he'll fight her demons instead. Will their love be enough to fight against all odds and will it stand straight against all the storms that try hard to divide them?