Z Achilles Beyblade Novels & Stories

My heart flipped as this one information clicked on something deep inside of me… The sign I had been waiting for. Instantly a surge of courage pumped through my veins and I pushed past him and started heading down. “Is the boy here?” I asked as Albert’s excited boots followed loudly behind me. “Yes, Asher and that’s the part you won’t even believe!” I stole a glance at him in confusion, almost risking a step as the rumble in my heart grew stronger. “Who is it?” Albert’s excitement seemed to explode as he clapped his hands. “It’s none other than our very own Bee of course! He is Blade Black!”

[Name: None] [Level 1 (MAX)] [Maturity: 26%] [Race: Blind bee larva] [Role: Immature spawn] [Abyssal force: 20 / 20] [Attack: 1] [Defense: 1] [Dexterity: 1] [Agility: 2] [Intelligence: 1] [Skills]: (v) - Poison sting Lv 1 (MAX) (3% maturity) (v) + Ability to produce poison and inject it in an objective with a stinger, fangs, or sharpened legs (25% chance of poisoning the target).

“M-Ms. Gould?! You mean she’s stationed here as well?!” Seeing Javier nod sent Chad straight into rapture. “I don’t think I’ll need any more hands when I’m in a tag team as perfect as this, Master Javier! Hell, I swear to you right now—I’ll make Beacon Tires one of the nation’s top 100 companies. If I don’t, I’ll let you chop my head off and use my skull as your winecup!”

Alexei kept his eyes on me, studying my expression before he nodded “now, walk, in a straight line” I took a step forward, my body tensing when I felt the thing stretching me Alexei pulled his phone out, and that was when I nearly lost balance. The thing, whatever it was, vibrated inside me. “What?” I asked, my voice breaking slightly. Alexei didn’t respond for a second, watching as I tried to stabilize myself. “Walk” he said, his order direct. I took a step forward, the intensity causing me to stop with each step I took, and seeing my reaction, Alexei nodded, glaring at me.

he kicked me backward again, right on my stomach, I shifted back wincing in pain. "I can't have you as my mate, you were never one in the first place! You fucking tricked me..” my hands flew to my chest from the sudden strike of heart pain. “Tr… trick..” I forced the word out, the pain in my stomach was becoming intense. "I would never do such a thing, I felt the bond. We have been best friends since childhood Zach you can't just abandon me when it's just a few minutes for us to become alpha and Luna,”

It's perfect for me because even with his larger build and greater strength, I'm a worthy opponent in human form. Drakon heads to the center of the room with his back to the egg. I want him as far away from Pepper's son as possible. Drakon's silver eyes give away his intent a second before he charges in low. I leap over him and turn. My foot is up and I land a solid kick to his back which sends him toward Pepper.

The group of princesses behind me made a squeal as the young man sauntered out of the crowd into the clearing in the middle of the hall. “Deucalion,” I whispered, looking at the selected prince. I couldn’t see most of him from where I stood, but he had beautiful black hair just like Valerian just longer, reaching almost his waist. He wore a red jacket over a pair of red trousers. He caught my stare, and I instinctively turned back to the announcer. He pulled a parchment from the second box and having already been caught staring at the handsome prince, the thought of having the dance with him was no longer appealing.

ACE I stared out into the night feeling a phantom chill race down my spine. My leather-clad hands were stuffed in the pockets of the black trench coat I wore. The sky was dark — not a cloud or star in sight but what else could I expect when I was standing in a city like this? The moon shone its silver rays upon us but even that was murky, the light being drowned out by the city lights that would have held a certain type of magic to it if it weren't something I saw every bitter day of my life.

Even then, he was nowhere close to even compete with the person sitting before him. Zeonen E Aahil was the dream mate of the she-wolves in the Eastern Crescent Empire. Those who catch a glance of him would only think of him and dream of his face for days to come. His silver hair gleamed like stardust in the sun and the gem-like sapphire blue eyes set in his fair and finely sculpted features darkened and lightened according to his mood.

Alexandro growled—a sound that tore through the air like thunder. His massive black wolf form took a step forward, towering over everything in the room. His fur shimmered like obsidian, the glow of the chandeliers reflecting faintly off his coat. His eyes, glowing with a savage blue, never left the assassin. I’d seen wolves before. Many. My father. My brothers. The warriors in my village. But never like this. Never this big. Never this powerful. Never this terrifyingly beautiful.