Yu Beyblade Metal Fusion Novels & Stories

Ashlyn Kim Yu was the soon-to-be alpha of Wolf’s Cry pack. But due to being mateless at her 26, her father arranged a potential marriage partner for her. But she hates the idea as she did not want to be manipulated especially when her heart was on the line. She snapped at the meeting and almost killed everyone including her father. Yet, fate had another rule to play when the moment she decided not to be mated and lead the pack alone, her mate suddenly showed up. Things within her suddenly were shaken up when her mate was a nomad vampire and has to stay for a couple of months in their pack. As this particular nomad vampire called Vladimir Milano was the main reason why she moved differently around him or was in her worst state of anger management. Despite being unintentionally irritated all the time, she could not just ignore the fact that they were mates. She didn't want to be with anyone because of the mate bond but rather, something more that goes beyond the mate's pull; love. But can Ashlyn fully accept everything about her mate when she uncovered her mate's hidden past or hidden reason? Or even the thought of her mate being a woman was not a woman at all rather, a man looking exactly like one? *All Rights Reserved*

In the shadows of a world where anomalies are feared, Nicolette exists as a forbidden fusion of witch, vampire, and werewolf—a potent concoction of power concealed within a delicate frame. For 683 years, she has eluded the pursuit of a mate, content in her solitary existence, hidden from prying eyes. But fate has other plans when she crosses paths with the formidable Alpha King, Malcom, whose 728 years of existence have been defined by dominance and solitude. Their encounter is accidental, yet destiny seems to whisper secrets only they can decipher. Sparks fly amidst the tension as Nicolette's nonchalant demeanor meets Malcom's unyielding resolve. A clash of wills ensues, each refusing to yield to the other's authority. Malcom, accustomed to command, bristles at the audacity of this mysterious woman who challenges his dominance with an enigmatic laugh. Nicolette, a creature of the shadows, offers no apologies, her confidence unshaken by his intimidating presence. As they navigate the treacherous terrain of their unexpected connection, both confront their own fears and desires. Nicolette, long resigned to solitude, finds herself drawn to Malcom's strength and intensity, while Malcom, who once believed he needed no one, discovers an unexpected yearning in the depths of his heart. But in a world where monsters lurk in every shadow, can love truly conquer all? Or will their differences prove insurmountable, leading to a tragic end for two souls destined to collide? As they stand on the precipice of an uncertain future, only time will tell if their love story will defy the odds or succumb to the darkness that threatens to consume them both.

" I should kill you. Shoot right in that head," Damiano stopped letting the cold metal drag along her temple. " which betrayed me." he hissed, fixing the barrel of gun on her forehead. Raging blue clashed with guilty green ones. " then do it." ------------------------------------ One rule that was clear to Damiano Pietro that the punishment of traitor is only death. But what will happen when he will fell in love with the one. One rule that was clear to Claudia Riddle that she shouldn't fell in love with the one she was sent to destroy but what will happen when her target become the centre of her world... He was the cold hearted and ruthless person and he lived up to his tittle but then SHE dared the only one to crumble his wall which surrounded his cold heart and cocoon it with the warmth of her love yet She was the one who clawed at it mercilessly and let it bleed without a single remorse... She was brave and cunning who would have embraced death with a mocking smile gracing her lips but then HE was the only one who made her flinch by the mere look in his eyes yet he was the one who made her feel safe just by being beside her........... "OPPOSITE ATTRACKS" they both altered the meaning of these two words by all means .... Secrets will expose, hearts will break and war will definitely happen.

Seraphina Ashford was born to kill supernatural creatures. A deadly assassin, she had spent years hunting vampires and werewolves, wiping them out without mercy. But beneath her ruthless exterior lay a woman who had suffered too much, a former wolf now trapped in a human body. By day, she lived as a high school teacher, blending into the human world. By night, she was a relentless predator, taking revenge on the creatures who destroyed her life. She despised them—every last one. But fate was cruel. On a school trip deep in the forest, her world shattered when she met *him*. Damien Alexander Blackwood. Alpha of the Blood Eclipse Pack. A monster feared by all. He was not just a wolf—he was a hybrid, a deadly fusion of vampire and werewolf, making him nearly unstoppable. His pack was infamous for their brutality, treating mates as nothing more than possessions. Damien was the worst of them all, a merciless ruler who crushed anyone who defied him. And now, Seraphina was his mate. She hated him. She wanted him dead. But Damien did not accept rejection. He wanted her—body, mind, and soul—and he would have her. When she defied him, he bared his fangs. When she resisted, he found a way to break her. And when she shut her eyes to avoid his hypnotic gaze, he forced them open. A sharp pain tore through her neck as his fangs sank deep, sealing her fate. Her blood coated his lips, his crimson eyes locking onto hers with a victorious smirk. She had fallen into his trap. And now, she knew—there was no escape. She was his. Forever.

Five years ago, Elara Thorne died in a wreckage of twisted metal and flames. Or so the world believed. In reality, she was running from the powerful Vance family who wanted her erased, and running from Julian Vance, the man who had shattered her heart before she could even tell him she was carrying his twins. Now, Elara is a shadow in the city, a mother living on the edge of survival. But the "Ice King" of New York has a long memory and even longer reach. When Julian catches a glimpse of a familiar face at an elite gala, his world of cold calculation turns into a furnace of obsession. He doesn't find a grieving ex-lover. He finds a woman who has become a lioness, and two children who are the perfect, sapphire-eyed images of himself. Julian doesn’t ask for forgiveness. He demands a debt. He drags Elara from the gutters of Brooklyn into the heights of his glass palace, forcing her into a Marriage of Convenience. He wants his heirs. He wants his revenge. And most of all, he wants to possess the woman who dared to make a fool of him. But Julian has forgotten one thing: a woman who has already survived death has nothing left to fear. As Elara steps back into the world of the elite, she isn't there to play the dutiful wife. She is a Trojan horse in a red silk dress, ready to dismantle the Vance empire from within.

Based on the untrue writings of the Satanic Panic. The Satanic Panic was a moral outcry in the United States over supposed “satanic” influence in media that were warping the youth of America. Claims that playing an elf in Dungeons and Dragons could lead to demonic possession, that playing heavy metal music backwards would reveal satanic messages, and that therapists could uncover repressed memories of satanic ritual abuse, were all too common. Volumes and volumes of material were produced on this fake subject. These texts lead to What Hell May Come, which takes a look at what the world would actually be like if all of the claims of the satanic panic were true. Set in 1986, Jon St. Fond’s life is a living Hell. Deliberately abused and neglected by his parents, the only joy he has in life is an escape into a fantasy land of role playing games. Soon he discovers that his parents are part of a secret occult religion with hidden ties all across the world. As Jon and his friends dig, they learn more of the secret history of the world and discover the power of making deals with creatures from Beyond. However, power has its price, as Jon and his friends quickly discover. One-by-one they begin to become consumed by their own desires and hatreds. Jon learns there is method behind the madness of his life, as his Father begins to bring him closer and closer into the ways of the cult. Ultimately, Jon must make a choice between all the pleasures of the earth and the future of his soul. ©️ Crystal Lake Publishing

For as long as I can remember, my family and I have been living in an underground basement that's completely shut off from the outside world. My parents have told me that the zombie apocalypse is terrorizing the outside world. The air is completely plagued with the zombie virus, and we'll die if we ever leave the basement. In order to save the supplies—which are already dwindling, to begin with—I've starved myself to the point I'm all skin and bones despite being only 18 years old. When I realize that there's only one last can of food left, I leave behind a suicide note. "Mom, Dad, now there's one less mouth to feed. You'll last a few more days." After that, I slit my wrist right away. Once I'm dead, my soul phases through the thick and heavy metal door. Bright sunlight illuminates the entire world. It's a beautiful, peaceful world filled with greenery. I can even hear birds chirping in the distance. Mom, Dad, and a bunch of people are throwing a barbecue party on the lawn. The mouth-watering smell of food being grilled permeates the air. So, it turns out that the zombie apocalypse is just a lie that's designated to trap me inside the fortress. I'm the only one who has died in this sunny, peaceful world.

My sister always prided herself on her self-control. Even after six years of dating, she still insisted she was untouched. One day, I noticed something strange–her tongue was covered in metal piercings. That was when I realized… she had been using a different way all along. When I confronted her, she only smirked. "This way, men enjoy it more–and they become obsessed precisely because they can't have me. You wouldn't understand." However, looking at the damage already spreading through her mouth, I could not stay silent. I told her the risks–disease, even cancer–and that men obsessed with that kind of "purity" weren't good people to begin with. She did not listen. That very night, she gave herself to a powerful heir. Later, when the woman he truly loved returned, he discarded her without hesitation. She laughed it off, calling him a scumbag. However, on my birthday, she hid a knife inside a cake–and slammed it into my face. As the blade pierced through me, she burst into laughter. "If you hadn't pushed me to give it away, why would he stop valuing me? Why would he leave me? "This is all your fault. You deserve to die." When I opened my eyes again– I was back to the day I first saw the piercings on her tongue.

As I stepped out of my older brother's newly opened supermarket, the alarm suddenly rang. The sales assistant grimly reached out and grabbed me, "Miss, you haven't paid yet." I remembered that my buttons were made of metal, which triggered the alarm. After patiently explaining and easing the atmosphere, I said, "The owner of this supermarket is my older brother. He'll pay the bill." The sales assistant scoffed. "Your brother's the boss? Why not say he's your husband instead? You stole and refused to admit it. Pay up or I'll call the police immediately," she said and crumpled the receipt into a ball before throwing it at my face. I endured the humiliation and unfolded it. A baby pacifier for 100,000 dollars. Two packs of baby wet wipes for 200,000 dollars. Security personnel's hush fee, 300,000 dollars. All of the miscellaneous expenses added up to exactly one million dollars. I laughed in anger. "One million dollars? Why don't you just rob a bank? Go and get Chad Surrey. I want to see how I ended up with such a heartless brother." She rolled her eyes. "Don't pretend if you can't afford it, thief. Is Mr. Surrey someone you can see whenever you want?" When my parents came to help me, I said, "Only one of us exists in this family. It's either me or her."

Two days before my wedding, I was sorting through some old belongings when I suddenly remembered the time capsules Ethan Shaw and I buried ten years ago. His expression froze the moment he heard it. He tried to talk me out of going. “It’s been so long. Someone must’ve dug them up already.” I didn’t think much of it and went back to our old school on my own. But at the spot where we buried it, I unearthed five metal boxes of different sizes. Two of them were the ones Ethan and I buried a decade ago, now rusted all over. The other three didn’t belong there—one was just as rusty, while the remaining two looked brand-new. The old box had Rose Quinn’s name carved on it. On top were the words: “My secret crush was a war of myself. Ethan, I wish you happiness.” I remembered her then—an unremarkable girl who used to sit behind us. And the two new boxes were engraved with the names Ethan Shaw and Rose Quinn. The date marked on them was today. On Ethan’s box, it read: “My greatest regret in life is that I can’t give you a wedding.” On Rose’s box, it read: “My greatest regret in life is that I can’t openly wish you a happy wedding day.”