Royal Genesis Beyblade Novels & Stories

“Your eyes… Silas, your eyes…” The brilliant, luminescent royal glow that had defined my gaze as the reigning sovereign was completely gone. The majestic light of the crown had been permanently extinguished, leaving behind a deep, dark, ordinary silver. The magic had rendered me entirely packless and stripped of my kingdom. But deep within my chest, my heart still pounded with the heavy, rhythmic thud of a high-tier hereditary Alpha. The royal authority was gone, but the Alpha gene—the dominant, lethal blueprint written into my very DNA—remained entirely untouched.

Chapter 57 - In The Grodon Arena Antheia’s POV We arrived at in the East region, specifically at the land of Grodon, throughout the drive, Raven briefed me some information about the werewolf society, and about the royals and how they have lands to rule, well that part was easy, it had just been traced from the ancestors, then the titles had been passed down to generation after generation, the Royal bloodline continued, and he reiterated that one mountain does not only belongs to one royal family, or one region was not ruled only by one royal bloodline, most regions and mountains were ruled by multiple Royals, having their own pieces of land to rule and group of packs to lead. However, there

It seems to be quiet outside, and I wonder if the Lion shifters have left. I smile when my grandmother, Faye, my mother’s mother, exists the front door. Faye and Jethro, my grandfather, were once Alpha and Luna of Greenrock before my uncle Bastian took over. Bastian is mated to my father’s sister, Lillian, and both will one day inherit the throne of Zidiah. I’m not sure when that will be, as Dad’s parents don’t seem to be in a hurry to step down.

Daniel looked up, his face pale with ash and fear, and pointed a trembling finger toward the center of the room. Baraka stepped into the pale light. Standing in the center of the training dojo was the culmination of Old World science and New World biology. Project Genesis did not look like the grotesque, hulking Hounds. It was disturbingly sleek, standing exactly six feet tall. Its body was a flawless, anatomical masterpiece of engineered muscle, plated in a seamless, organic bio-armor that shifted effortlessly between the color of polished graphite and blinding white. But it was the chest cavity that drew the eye. Beneath a layer of translucent, bulletproof biological glass, a crystalline l

“Your highness I apologize for my bluntness I would say her story is similar to yours.” The Prince sharply takes a breath and held the flute of wine tightly that a small crack was formed in the process. Tobias saw it and gulped down , he had to careful of his words from now on. He knew his master. Yes he wasn’t entirely what people say he is but indeed he could be a beast if he wants. He has seen him fight. He can slay an army of hundred soldiers and won’t blink an eye in doing it. He would come out alive and unscratched. He has earned himself the name; The God of War.

“If we become the light... we won't be able to hold him anymore, Lyra. We won't be able to watch him grow.” Lyra looked at Kaelen. The boy was sitting on the grass of the First Kingdom, playing with the iridescent butterflies that carried the memories of the ancestors. He looked whole. He looked happy. He was the "Genesis," the miracle that had survived the silver, the forest, and the void.

Zeux said smilingly, “Of course! This is the Hongrome Hidden Bead. It is evolved by the innate Wuia Essence. It is similar to your Yuraeceon Genesis Bell.” James’s eyes widened as he accepted the pearl, examining it closely. The bead, no larger than an adult's thumb, emitted an aura of boundless mystique. After contemplating, James suddenly inquired, “If I were to ingest this bead, could I secretly return to the Genesis World with an appearance and assume a new identity to start over?” Zeux was taken aback by the question. Hador said while smiling, “You’re bold and resolute. However, sometimes one must learn to adapt…”

And for the first time, I really fucking looked at him. Black fur. Pure fucking black. My attention snapped to his eyes. Golden. Bright, unmistakable golden eyes stared back at me. Something inside me went completely still. What the fuck? “Damian.” Bruce had noticed it too. Of course he had. Black fur. Golden eyes. There were characteristics certain bloodlines carried. Traits that could appear throughout generations and occasionally surprise the hell out of everyone. But those two together? No. Black fur and golden eyes belonged to Royal wolves. They were the physical mark of our bloodline.

“But love won’t stop what’s coming. Genesis will fix everything.” Alma looked up, bruised but unbroken. “If you’re betting on Voss you’re already lost.” Ezra knelt beside her, almost lovingly. “No, Alma. I’m betting on you. Once Genesis is activated you won’t be a pawn anymore. You’ll be queen. The new world’s first ruler.” He stood. And walked away. The door sealed shut. Alma, bleeding, furious, alone, smiled to herself. “You made one mistake, Ezra.”

"The groups will work together to complete the project. For this project, you'll be researching a local ecosystem. Each group will be assigned a different ecosystem, and you'll need to research its plants, animals, and other characteristics. You'll then write a report on your findings and present it to the class. Does everyone understand the assignment?" Alice and Reggie exchanged a look. They both knew that they would be in the same group. They had always been paired together in each project since middle school. As Ms. Johnson began to assign groups, the students waited with bated breath to hear who they would be working with. Finally, Ms. Johnson announced, "Group 1 will be Alice, Reginald