Bakugan Dragons Novels & Stories

One wrong move may be the end of me. The dragon is still in its deep slumber as it continued absorbing the nearby essence, I look at its status once again. [Epic rank - Newborn Falak dragon] [Offspring of the Epic Rank Falak Dragon. Excels in speed and fast attacks. Also, have skills depending on the element of its mother. Element: Ice. Alignment: Light Status: Evolving] This made me gave a new idea. Can I spam the analysis on the Dragon and level up it up so that I can see more on the status?

Much smaller than the golden one she’d seen before, the purple lowered to a landing right where Becca was going. She landed on her feet but her wobbly legs gave way, and she tumbled forward in the snow, rolling until her body bumped into the dragon’s front claws, her head resting on its foot. It was then she noticed the purple dragon had a bag strapped around one of its talons. Becca gasped, trying to catch her breath. “Oh, my goodness. You are such a beauty!” she squealed.

"Dragons have never been attacked." Kade finished Brandon's statement. "That's why other supernaturals can't use they gifts here." Brandon dressed and he fed his fish that reminded him of a breed he once researched.. An aqua dragon swimming in its waters. "The fish mother got attacked by predators. I found this little suckers egg and raised him." "How?"

She was too tempting and what if he slipped and she discovered he was a dragon? He shook his head. No, it was better this way. One night of passion for them both to remember. The coldness of the crystal itched across his palm. Once his dad realized Earth had a few of these quasicrystals, he'd send Kohl and some of his brothers to scour for more. Their weapons could be reanimated and they could win this war. Kohl folded his wings and landed outside the cave entrance. Nothing around him stirred and he scooted through the opening, twisting slightly at the end to wedge his way deeper into the labyrinth. At the opening, a body collided into his.

“Tana, the fire dragon, Avani, the earth dragon, Zephyr, the air dragon, and Kaylani, the water dragon. Underneath are your dragons’ DNA strands compared to the ones above it. I look at all of them, first the top and then the bottom. “None of these are broken like they were on the other side,” I say. “That’s correct. And this,” he says, pointing to the last top and bottom images, “are Ancalagon’s DNA from before and yours now,” he says. When I look, they look identical. “My dragon has all four elements and unlike over here, all of them are equal? Is that right?” “Very good! That’s correct,” he says and for some reason, his praise makes me feel happy, almost proud of myself. I really need to

I hope, like the last three times he went out, that he comes home without an egg. There are six colors of dragons – the rarest are the golden queens. They are the most powerful of all dragons. Their mates are primarily the formidable silver dragons, known for their speed, agility, and power. But there are also bronze dragons, always males, who, in rare instances, are strong enough to mate with a queen. Then there are green dragons who are also male and red and blue dragons, which are always females, and usually mate with green or bronze dragons. I hate the practice of hunting dragon eggs. Dragon riders are rare, exceptionally rare. However, those who become dragon riders have the power and s

She kneels, both arms stretching out as though on instinct, moving with a hypnotic grace that seems in tune with the dragons’ movements as they clamber onto her palms without a moment’s hesitation. As though they belong there. Brendan’s gaze flickers between the dragons and Alcina, taking in the enchanted light glowing from the girl’s eyes when she looks down at the dragons. Begins to think that if these really, indeed, genuinely are dragons - born of the gems he’d procured, which had presumably been actual dragon eggs. Then this is something more than a mere connection between the dragons and the first face they’d seen. It isn’t something as simple as a matter of animalistic imprint unfoldi

Its breath set coals blaze and flames dart from the mouth. Dragons have different sizes and shades. Perun created red dragons, white dragons( also known as ice dragons or glacial wyrms), gold and copper dragons, silver, black and green. All of them have their tasks to protect mother nature but who ruled the best? No other than the Red Dragons lead by their Queen Astra. ~~~~~~~~ "Who among you here have a strange malady? Gather all the weak and old dragons in front of me!" Everyone peeks glances at each other when their queen made a command.

“This is not what I came to your school for... this should not have happened!” Rori was standing there leaning against a tree with her hands clutching at her shirt and neck while she struggled to catch her breath, “what?” Murdok looked at Rori and scratched the back of his head, “I meant only to bring your shoes, but I saw how sad you looked, and your friends didn't seem to give the space you seemed to want at that moment, I'm sorry I should not have brought you out here.” Murdok hurried back to his bike, while Rori followed and neither spoke a word as he mounted the bike and offered her his helmet. Rori took the helmet and stared at it for a minute, noticing that it had a gigantic dragon on

“Drakun.” The dragon made a sound like a snort of approval. “Drakos Drakun.” To the surprise and horror of everyone watching; the king, the soldiers who stood guarding him, the noblemen and their families, the prince and the princess, Llod and Hegi, the dragon’s serpentine eyes closed and it bowed its head and pushed it into her hand. Mare released a shaky breath and let her fingers fold over the tough scales. She closed her eyes. The surge of warmth within her was now a dull burn in her heart. This dragon was hers.