Bakugan Dragons Novels & Stories

"W-What? No... It's impossible! She's just a mere white dragon. Perhaps slightly more powerful than the others, but that's it! Nothing more..." Beck's gaze never wavered, and his words kept coming, sharp and unyielding. "Think about it yourself. All this time, the dragons have only had an outline as their breath of immortality. Even if it's just a mere white dragon, as you said, it would still be the same. But hers has a solid shape. Even her eyes are different colors! Who else would possess such a powerful mark? Who else could withstand the counterattack of this mark if not her daughter?"

he responds. I'm thrilled he can hear me. It must be his magic, though I'm sad at his answer. To have this ability and not use it would cause too much suffering for me. I must think positive thoughts while around him, so I start asking questions while we swoop through the sky. "Tell me the colors of the other dragons." "Goddess have mercy," he growls. "Bastian is red, Laryn blue, and Tahr silver." I'm on a roll. "Do you ever fly together?"

The wall violently cracks blood splatters into the air from Allan's mouth. Allan still held tight to the dragon egg. Allan laid on the floor. The serpent dragon-like snake ready to bite his prey open his savage teeth looking down at Allan. At that moment Allan saw Argon burn in black flames down the arena. Agros flew above the dragon gathering black flames in his mouth ready to burn the dragon queen and Argon. Bumi surrounded heavily by adult dragons " I guess this is the end for both of us huh" Allan spoke to the glowing blue egg when he hears a voice inside his head

I spent hours studying the text. I learned about Alice's Dragon, referred to in ancient languages as the 'Rare Healer of Fire.' This unique dragon was gifted with ancient magic. If the Rare Healer of Fire mated with another dragon, they would be reborn as humans but retain the ability to use dragon magic without their dragon forms.

Kylie couldn’t believe what she was hearing. After all, Delores was speaking of dragons, beings that were so powerful that their mere presence in her world was enough to tip the scales of war. A dragon was not something that could be easily ignored, and she doubted that the entire world of Beastmen put together could even put up a fight when faced with a dragon. Besides, one of the greatest Beastmen clans had a dragon as their descendants; yet Delores was referring to them like she did insects.

He was the deepest thinker of all, so it is natural that he never misses a point. “You are right, Dad C. The first type of dragons who produce their own power are known as ‘Imperial Dragons’. They mostly use their spirit animal’s energy which is the hardest to harness,” I answered patiently but was interrupted by Dad Valen. “Xador ?! Is he one of them ?” he asked.

Even the dragon soared high and low. “I started breeding dragons nine thousand years ago, for my demifaes who couldn’t fly, to give them the advantage to fight on air. We have different breeds of dragons representing the four elements. The fire dragons inhabit the desert, water dragons from the City of Ice, wind dragons from the White Mountain, and earth dragons from the heart of the forest.” She widely opened her arms to feel the soft breeze, and she added, “A dragon and its rider has a bond. A dragon chose its rider just after they came out from the egg. The rider trains the dragon hatchling until it becomes an adult and ready for battle.” “How about Griga? What kind of dragon she is?”

It wobbled a little, them being fragile. “You need to put them over a fire until they hatch. It’s a good thing we came with an elder to bless your child, he will also perfume another ceremony for the dragons. It is rare, we only have two in our whole kingdoms. We refer to them as the pure ones. These are just dragons. They will hatch when they are mature and they will grow over the years. They are strong and indestructible. What one of us can do in our dragon form, they can do it a hundred times over. They are very powerful.” Drakko explained, still not believing it himself. No one uttered a word after that, just staring at the baby then the eggs while trying to digest what they had just hea

A knock on the door made me move the quilt lower to ask who it was. "High Lord Tymon has asked that I bear food and fruits to you, my Lady." A tiny voice came from the other side of the door. A brownie, perhaps. I turned my back to the door. "I'm not hungry. Later." I said. I vaguely registered a sigh and shuffling of feet as the brownie left. "What the history will not tell you is that Dragons were not created by Luna. We existed. Even before Luna." I blinked at that, but said nothing, lest I interrupt her. "Before Luna, the mother, there were other gods that ruled the world. There were beings that walked the earth that were feared. Some still do. Like

“Master, what would you like us to do? You need only whisper your command, and we will follow.” Evrah grabbed the wood harder, her gaze darting quickly from left to right, trying to get a closer look. She spotted a big shimmering black dragon that seemed to be looking right at her. The big eye blinked, its big frame fidgeting a bit. A huge black and silver mass of scales and muscles sat directly across from her, its ginormous purple eyes had her dead to rites, and they both knew it. “Please don't give me way,” she whispered, shaking from fear. She cursed that her curiosity had gotten her noticed. The dragon blinked a final time and averted its eyes somewhere else as if it had heard her whisp