Beyblade Cyber Dragoon Novels & Stories

She seemed the type of woman who would create a scene because Aurora was becoming Luna of her pack. Beta Eren came forward as he presented a historical-looking dagger to Draken. He grabbed it and turned to face her. She gulped. She was scared. Her heart was drumming in her ears. She kept telling herself to be strong. This was supposed to happen no matter what. She watched as Draken sliced his palm and blood dripped on her floor. He didn't even wince. There was no painful expression on his face. He then turned to face her and she breathed in deeply through her nose. He didn't need to ask her as she forward her hand.

Pay attention! His golden eyes got narrow, and his claws went out. "We fight with you every bond, every heartbeat..." Draven held my eyes with cool but fierce dark blue eyes. "Moonbound..." The last blow is about to land. "Trust every pulse, every bond, every piece... and trust yourself."

Arms crossed over his chest, golden eyes unreadable as he looked between Drake and I. I could feel Drake’s eyes on me, along with his friends. Giving in, I looked over at the two of them. Drake’s eyes weren’t the normal forest green that I was used to. Instead, they were coal-black and I could see the struggle on him that I had seen on the faces of my mates before. His eyes were glued to the claiming bites that littered my body. My boss was pissed. The dark-haired man beside him looked between the two of us before his hand shot out. Resting on Drake’s arm, seeming to remind him of what was going on.

Her presence has disrupted my routine, shattered my focus, and stirred emotions I've fought hard to suppress. “Shit.” As I glance back at Drax, the once-painful cries have turned into defiant glares. He senses the distraction, and in his eyes, I see a spark of realization. Seizing the opportunity, he leans in, his voice dripping with menace, “Adrian, you know nothing of the strength that's brewing. The Lunar Clash: Blades & Gifts Challenge will reveal what you've never imagined, and your precious Aret will be a part of it.” His words hit me like a blow, the underlying threat now laced with an eerie resonance.

Rayden pierced through the dragon’s belly faster than light. Every strike and slash contained form. “First Technique, Slash of the Past!” “Second Technique, Slash of Will!” “Third Technique, Slash of Fate!” Inside the dragon’s stomach, red and white energy collided, forming a massive vortex. Rayden roared, his voice echoing across the entire dimension. “You want eternity, Brahma? Then be eternal with me!” His body burned completely, becoming a core of light. He drove his sword into the dragon’s heart. The world stopped turning.

The Helm of Awe covered my left shoulder and on my right was Valknut. Yggdrasil was in the middle and flowing from the roots of the tree was a wolf head. On either side of the wolf was a Jericho 9mm, Kiran’s personal touch to my Zeta mark. From the bottom of the roots, down my spine, was a ghost rune designed by Malachi with my name Jericho adorning the top of Yggdrasil. An hour and a half later Marcus was finished and I put my shirt back on. Tonight I would have to undress with every member of the pack present and shift for the first time in my life.

"What do you mean by No?" Nyra asked with anger. Drake can pull her easily out of the pit. He is an orange dragon. His human strength will also be much higher than any other beings out there. He can easily kill a werewolf, Vampire, or any others in his human form. Pulling her from that pit is a child's play for him. But she doesn't know that. Her interaction with Dragons is Nill, so she doesn't know about their abilities and strength.

With an unnatural speed, Drako stood up and pulled Ryder away, slamming his body into the stone wall. Ryder hit the floor and slid to the ground. His wolf took over, charging towards Drako in fury. Drako shifted, turning into a monster as he collided with Ryder. Their claws scratching, their jaws snapping as the sound of growling and snarling filled the air. They tussled with each other, and I watched helplessly. Drako pulled away triumphantly, turning his attention towards me as Ryder’s wolf lay curled up, whimpering in pain. Fear gripped me as he walked menacing towards me. But the sight of Ryder wilting in pain drove me over the edge. I threw my head back and screamed till my lungs gave o

A low, ancient sound that promised ruin. Her last prey still lingered in her mind, dull and uninspiring. “Mother of Deserts… please!” Argonios, Dragon Slayer of Vamidr, a legend among mortals, fell to his knees. The great sand expanse swallowing the sound of his plea, his voice broke like reed in the wind. Tears streaked through the dust on his face, molten sand clung to his armor that has been half-melted from the heat of her power.

AZALEA'S POV “That isn’t true. He accepts you, but you need to prove to him that you are his son. You need to win the fight, and I know you can because this is what you were born to do. Deep down, you’ve always known it, and now it’s been confirmed. You are Clayton Beast Draxlar, future King of the Lycans and Prince of Draxlar, realm to the most powerful dragons in the universe. Show him that you are his son and show everyone that you are not to be messed with,” I told him.