Bakugan Battle Brawlers Naga Novels & Stories

He had hunted Kronos down after an ambush where Kronos had apparently killed his daughter. How is he mimicking my lightning attacks?! Kronos thought as he dodged lightning bolt after lightning bolt before he recalled something else. Of course, the Naga’s Tribal Trait, the Nintaijin, can mimic the abilities of others, as long as they are not Tribal Traits themselves. The Naga rushed at Kronos, aiming a punch at him. Thinking fast, Kronos dodged out of the way; he created an orb of white lightning and slammed it onto the man’s back. The force of which sent him crashing into the wall.

"You must save the race of the Nagas and restore peace to our land." "But...But...I'm just a normal girl! I have no magic or power," I protested. "How could I do such a thing? Going to war? Save your Naga race? I think you must've gotten the wrong person!" "I have a better solution to this matter," the girl whose name was Tusita said. "How about you prove to us that you are worthy of being our savior?" "Excuse me?" I said with a frown.

said Agas, complete with a smile. Nara nodded. Completely being a submissive girl even though she's not sure what the word “careful” means? "Be careful with class crocodiles," Gnat answered as if he understood. Nara failed to answer when she was beaten from behind. His grip was released. Both of them were surprised to see Andre and Dito struggled with a panicked face. "Nara," Dito said while bowing. Trying to catch my breath. "Meka." "Why are they?" Nara replied quickly. Instantly the girl panicked. "He fought with a Law child."

In the field, he was second to none because he heals as easy as breathing and can restore from almost all wounds. This gift also makes him impervious to any toxin or poison. Old Nagi was… "Th..a…t…." Quickstep said in a weak stuttering voice. "Do you want to pick the first choice, host?" the system asked Quickstep. "Omm..mmm…" Quickstep could only groan and nod in response. He did not read all top three choices and did not even finish reading the first choice. He could hardly move and breathe. Quickstep had no time to read at the moment. He could taste blood in his mouth.

{The Winter Vaults- Common rank dungeon} -Bone Naga- Common rank Nagas are intelligent serpents that inhabit the ruins of the past, amassing arcane treasures and knowledge. The first nagas were created as immortal guardians by a humanoid race long lost to history. When this race died out, the nagas deemed themselves the rightful inheritors of their masters' treasures and magical lore. Industrious and driven, nagas occasionally venture out from their lairs to track down magic items or rare spellbooks.

Just when I thought I was winning, Xavier pushed me back harder till I landed on the ground heating my head. Nyx winced in pain blood sizzling down. *You think you are strong huh?” His voice was loud in my head. I growled as his claws scratched my fur. Nyx snared in pain trying to fight back but his grip was tight. “You are no Enigma… Once an Omega always an Omega, don’t you ever forget that.” His canines sunk into my throat, Nyx howling in pain as everything started fading. "Sage..." I whispered as though I could feel him but couldn’t tell.

I told her. “All the hounds of Hell are coming. I will leave before then.” I looked at her curiously. “Little vitteraï,” said the naga. “You have the sight?” “I do,” she replied. “You can’t have it with this collar,” the naga said. “I don’t need the sight to know that my husband is coming.” The naga scoffed and laid her back against the wall. “You won’t be this hopeful once they get to you.”

The nagas. Some lay coiled together in the shade, their bodies half-submerged in the shallow pools. Females rested peacefully, their glowing eyes half-lidded as their mates curled protectively around them, tails intertwined. Their scales shimmered in the sunlight, rich in color—deep greens, vibrant blues, and striking purples. Then there were the children. Young nagas darted through the streams, chasing each other with delighted hisses, their laughter echoing through the open air. Others slithered through the grass, their tiny hands reaching for insects or splashing playfully in the ponds.

“The Ailuranthrope, the first of our kind, was bound to all of you because she was the mother of your true mates. But she is gone. I carry her power, but I am not her.” For the first time, hesitation flickers across their expressions. The truth shakes them. But one of them isn’t willing to accept it. Kaiden Nightwalker, the most volatile of the three, steps forward. His jaw clenches, his dark presence crackling with raw energy. “No.” His voice is firm. Unyielding. “I feel it. You are mine.” Jasmine shakes her head. “You’re wrong.” But Kaiden doesn’t listen. In the blink of an eye, he moves. A rush of dark energy explodes through the arena, and before I can react, he’s gone. And so is Jasmine