Beyblade Oc Romane & Geschichten

"Dude, you've been training her for a month. The girl likes you. Why else would she drink that shit you make every morning? And no girl works out five days a week!" Christopher looked away. "Don't turn this into a game." He turned back to them with a cold look on his face. "This isn't a game." His heart was drumming in his chest and he was angry but unsure. Carlos stepped forward. "There is no bet. We're all routing for you, Beast. That's all. Just ask her out…or else." He looked at Carlos in confusion. The big man flexed his muscles. He was a foot shorter than Christopher. He looked at the other two guys. They were flexing their muscles, too.

He nods his head and then looks behind hm, he beckons on a blonde haired kid, probably my age mate. When the blonde guy steps forward, he nods at me and then looks up at Jeremy, “she’ll be up against this hulk for the beta position, are you sure she can handle him?” he asks Jeremy looks at me and with a smirk on his face he nods. I don’t know how that made me happy, and neither do I know how it also gave me strength, because immediately after the smirk, I could feel my bones becoming stronger, what if I and Jeremy have super connection, I mean, he’s old, but it’s a connection nonetheless.

As soon as I was about to climb on the platform, someone grabbed my arm and I turned quickly in anxiety - thinking it was my love since I had missed him more than life itself but my smile faded when I saw who it was. “You shouldn’t be here.” It was Pamela, urging me to stop. “It’s already too late, babe. I want to do this for him.” I said calmly. “Are you sure it is worth it?” She rolled her eyes. “Look at you, you are already so weak, can you even stand one strike?” For some reason, I didn’t see worry in her eyes. It was as if she was here to discourage and mock me. “I will be fine, Pamela. Besides, I’m doing this for a greater cause. By the time I’m done, I will grow from being an Omega to

I held it, the power humming up my arm. We stood back to back. Béyoncé’s light flared. The battle began. Blades met. Magic flew. Water sprayed. Magic ripples from the blade crashed into shadows. Azelia struck hardest……twin crescents flashing. Kale’s steel is carved through dark forms. I focused on the blade in my hand, channeling the bond. The leader of the cult broke through. He aimed a dagger at Beyonce. I lunged, the blade bright. It took his weapon. The cultist staggered, then dissolved.

With eager anticipation, they stepped outside, leaving the tension behind. "The Omega is really strange," Freddy remarked flatly, trying to express his opinion without too much emotion. "Yeah, but she’s so arrogant and sullen," Stefan added, grumbling. "Even though she’s just an Omega." The two friends exchanged glances, sensing confusion and dissatisfaction toward Emily's demeanor. They didn’t understand why someone who should be lower in the hierarchy could behave so defiantly. "Sometimes I feel like she's stronger than we think," Freddy said, trying to see it from a different perspective.

"How were you able to identify it at all?" Dennis seemed to remember then that she was still fairly new to the operation and he calmed himself down to explain. "You see, Miss Months, every item in Olympus's storage has been tagged with a Doomsday beacon, which as the name implies, is only activated when said item is activated in a such a manner as to be classified as a doomsday.

Now how was I going to look Tommy in the eye, and tell him he’s going to be an omega? I remember the stupid oath I made in high school then. My chest ached. Would he ever believe me?

Jenna slammed her hands down on the table and stood up. She drew the attention of everyone in the hall. “If you think for a second that I will play second fiddle to that little Omega, you are sadly mistaken,” she stated. I felt my face go red as everyone knew I was the Omega she was speaking about. “She is nothing but trouble, and needs to leave,” she added as tears formed in her eyes.

A sharp kick to my face sent me sprawling backward. My eyes burned as sand and dirt scraped against them. I gasped, my hand flew straight to my bleeding nose. “Who is your Luna?” Cynthia sneered. “I am no Luna to a useless omega.” I trembled, my body screaming in exhaustion. “Please, ma… I didn’t do anything. I am just a lowly omega.” She squatted and yanked my hair up with her fingers, dragging it so hard I felt my scalp pulling out, “An Omega that's mated to my man, my husband!” she hissed in anger before pushing my head back, “You're not innocent Omega, Daphne. Like I said earlier, I have heard about you!”