Beyblade Cyber Dragoon Novels & Stories

She asked, not knowing if it really mattered, but she hoped that it would help. Vivienne answered, “Xander Voidwalker, dragon of void, Lucian Lightbrighter, dragon of light, Darius Stone, dragon of Earth, Cassius Stromrider, dragon of Storm, Kieran Frost, dragon of Ice, Lean Blackthorn, dragon of Shadow and Kai Morrison, dragon of fire.” The names resonated through Maya like a physical force, each striking a different chord within her. She swayed, overwhelmed by the sudden influx of sensations—her newly awakened dragon nature responding to each male in ways her human mind couldn't process.

My name is Sapphire and I was training with the other warriors of the Moon Beast Pack. My long dark brown hair with natural Blond highlights that normally hung to my waist was now in a tight bun on the top of my head. My light blue eye and bright green eye sparkled as I quickly ducked under my opponent's arm as it swung at my face. I swung around and did a spinning back kick to Dravo’s chest, causing him to fly ten feet away and land with a thump on his ass.

I stroked his snout, trying to steady my racing heart. “Just remember the choreography, old friend,” I murmured. “No improvising today, alright? We need to be perfect.” “I find your lack of faith… predictable,” Vermithor’s voice rumbled deep inside my mind, a warm, amused sound. “We are always perfect, little rider.” A booming voice over the loudspeakers announced the start of the Dragon Rider Exhibition, listing the names of the four pairs participating: Freya and Ignis, Ryan and Pyre, Dylan and Glaze, and…

" Daemon said teasingly. His grin was predatory, his eyes scanning me as if I were a piece of fine art he was deciding whether to shatter or add to his collection. God, give me strength, I thought, forcing my pulse to remain steady despite the way my skin prickled under his scrutiny. This was the game. Push too hard, and I’d be crushed. Don’t push hard enough, and I’d be forgotten. I took a slow, languid step toward the low-slung leather sofa, my stiletto makes a tapping sound against the floor. I didn’t look at Draco...not yet. I let my gaze flicker to Draven instead, letting a playful, mocking light dance in my eyes. I bit my lip then batt my eyelids. Then I faced Daemon. "That’s a bold as

The pain was so strong. A few feet away Freja stood in shock, watching as Zarek, now a huge ass dragon, rolled around in the snow whimpering like a giant puppy. She had never seen a dragon of that size except when she killed the Elder Drake as a teen. Everything about his body was hard and sharp, designed to kill and maim. His scales were a beautiful amber color that shimmered under the sun, mesmerizing her momentarily. Sharp horns trailed from the top of his snout and down his head and back to where they ended at the tip of his long tail. Zarek’s body was sleek but bulky in the right places for protection, his toes wielding wicked sharp claws that tore up the dirt as he rolled around. She s

“Technically, you were trespassing. We just happened to meet in a place where old secrets go to rot.” Ryden frowned. “I told you to wait outside and not engage” Hayden raised a brow. “And miss the moment she pulled a book on dragon lineages like it was her birthright?” I stiffened. The book was still clutched in my hand. Ryden turned to Hayden. “I’ll handle it.” That earned him a sharp look. “No. You’re too close to this.” “I’m the Alpha,” Ryden said coolly. “And I’m your Beta,” Hayden replied, just as smooth. “Which means it’s my job to see what you don’t.”

The blow sent Alpha Michael sprawling, momentarily incapacitated. But before Drako could inflict further harm, a sudden intervention occurred. Teresa, his own daughter, appeared with a determined expression. In a swift and surprising move, she lunged at Drako, her wolf form overpowering him. The father-daughter clash unfolded in a whirlwind of fur and fangs. Teresa, driven by an unspoken conflict of loyalty and a desire to protect, fought against her father. In a surprising turn of events, Teresa managed to deliver the decisive blow, biting firmly and deep into his neck, it snapped and echoed through the woods, Drako was Dead, killed by his own daughter.

Ruby swooped to the right, pulling Nya out of the way of that arrow and then followed Gavin’s dragon up into the air for a returning pass. It was then that Nya saw Slate. He was in his human form, on top of the castle on one of the turrets, fighting against a mob of Beelzanborg soldiers. His brother was by his side, and the two of them were making short work of the group as it was. But since Ruby was nearing their position, she lowered her head and sent a burst of fire at the Beelzanborg troops, hitting several of them, knocking many of them to the ground, many of them on fire.

She slithered up to Alec and placed one her one hand on his head and the other on his heart, closing her eyes she started to see into Alec’s mind and heart, he was pure at heart and logical with thinking… he carried a light within him despite all the darkness around his life; his light burned brighter now with Nuri in his life, she then knew what archdragons she would make him. A light emitted from her hands and a glow radiated around Alec as he slowly levitated, his body started to take the shape of a dragon, A magnificent black dragon, with lightening blue eyes. Alec’s dragon body came down to the ground he was breathing heavy. Drakina motioned for Nuri to go to Alec, Nuri who was watching

All Buffy needed to do was bribe her way to the higher management of Golden Scale Corporation. Cyan held her tongue. Unable to stand Buffy’s arrogance, Draig stepped forward in disgruntlement. “You must be Ms. Gwake. Even if Cyan was a little harsh about Kaze, she was only looking out for Kaze. You are taking things far by assaulting Cyan. “Cyan is my friend. Shouldn’t you answer to me? “Oh, I should introduce myself.” Draig looked at Buffy and said indifferently, “I am Draig Tenby. Birch is my father. He’s a martial artist in Uleania.”