Beyblade Dark Dragoon Novels & Stories

And that I can call him, “Uncle BD” “Agents, this is Black Dragon, considered as the number one agent of “Dark Knight” in this era. He will be the DJ here in “Stargazer” and the patissier in “Polaris”. Other additional information will be given by him. I really hope you’ll get along well.” No one reacted among us. I think my hyungs are still in shock too. I wonder what Yosef-hyung, I mean, Topgun thought. He was recently considered as the number one agent among us but now that Black Dragon arrived…

Zephyr said with a smile. Before, Zephyr might have trouble withstanding this attack. Though, with his newfound electrical powers, and his three dragon scales, the guardian’s attack was nothing. “Seventh Slash!” Draken flashed with lightning speed in Zephyr’s hand, riveting the air around. Shadows of dragons started to appear around Zephyr that exuded great bladed energy.

Shadowblade, unhesitating and sneering, transformed his black sword into countless black dragons, drawing an endless surge of power from within himself. Three different lights appeared in the sky—Rozi's purple aura, Adrian's dragon of golden fire, and Shadowblade's black dragons. Seconds later, the three lights clashed with unbelievable might, forcing Strider and the others to swiftly put up barriers to protect themselves. "I will kill all of you!” Shadowblade roared, charging at Adrian and Rozi with his black dragons. Simultaneously, the pair released all their energy, and their powers met mid-air.

Her eyes are as deep a blue as I remember. "Hi. I'm Layla Ambrigino! Your father hired me to watch Lorie while you were away. It's nice to finally meet you!" Layla says as she extends her hand out to me shaking me from my day dream. Does she not remember who I am? I think to myself as a sadness fills my chest. I quickly reach out and take her hand in mine. Her skin is soft and cool to the touch and I find myself not wanting to let go. "I am Nicolae Draven. It's a pleasure to meet you Layla. I want to apologize for my father leaving so abruptly and leaving you two alone." I reply with a forced smile.

A few even went as far as to willingly break an arm as an apology, forcing them to have to rest within the village for a few extra days. As for the rest, they apologized with the first set but were secretly sneering at Draco Blade, thinking that he's a coward. This set includes both Draco Pine and Draco Scale, the third and fourth strongest warriors of the lizardman group respectively. Draco Blade could tell that these few were going to do something but since he had already given them a warning and secured the safety of the rest, he would not say anything more. He has already gone against his instincts for them once; he won't be doing so again.

“This is no longer about me anymore. This is for the kingdom. For you. For all of us.” And with that, they moved forward. The battle began slowly, almost imperceptibly. A shift in the air. A shift in the energy and then without warning, everything erupted. The dark twisted figure of Edmund Drake struck first. He raised his hand and a blast of dark magic surged through it towards Lyon and his warriors but Lyon was ready, his own power surging in response, but he wasn’t fast enough. The blast hit the ground near their feet, sending a shockwave through the air that knocked both Lyon and Elora off balance.

he pointed to the first, “is a Skathryn. Fast. Agile. Goes for joints and arteries. You don’t kill it with brute force, you blind it. Take the eyes first. Then the throat.” He moved to the second, casually circling it. “This ugly motherfucker is a Drathos Beast. Scaled and resistant to most blades. But it’s slow. Stupid. There’s a gland beneath the tail joint. Hit it with fire or lightning, it’ll detonate. Boom. Pretty colors.”

As I climbed the stairs to the roof of the building the feeling began to feel more urgent, so I hurried up the last flight of stairs. I burst through the door on the roof and transformed quickly into my dragon form shredding my suit and shoes to pieces. My main concern is to get to my mate as fast as I can. Good thing it is nighttime right now. I am hoping for no one to notice me since I am a very dark blue. So hopefully, my color will help me blend in the night. Only right now I don’t care about any of that. My concern is for my mate and child.

I held it in my hand, its sharp, cold blade a terrifying promise of what was to come. Draven recoiled, his eyes wide with horror. "No, Selene. Don't." He moved to stop me, his Alpha instincts screaming for him to protect me from myself. But Damien held him back, his arm like an iron band across Draven's chest. "Let her," he said, his voice a low, pained command. "She's already decided. This is her choice." My gaze met Draven's, and in his eyes, I saw not just love but a deep, profound sorrow. He was watching me cross a line from which there was no return. He was watching me become a queen of shadows, not a queen of wolves.

My gaze narrowed as I absorbed the weight of his admission, the gravity of our impending confrontation intensifying. A surge of anger welled within me, fueled by the violation of Fernanda's essence. The clash between light and darkness, symbolized by Draxler's transformed state, mirrored the internal turmoil that roiled within me. The battlefield became a canvas upon which the forces of destiny painted their cruel designs.