Beyblade Dark Dragoon Novels & Stories

He howled, head snapping back. Dre handed me a rag. “Again?” I nodded. We took turns—fists to ribs, crunching; knees to the gut, making him retch. A knife drawn slowly across his thigh—not deep enough to kill, just enough to make him scream as blood soaked his pants. “Talk,” I growled, twisting the blade just a little. Brandon gasped, sweat mixing with blood on his face. “Go to hell.” Dre laughed darkly. “We’re already there, man. You’re just the guest.”

I braced for the impact— —but a roar split the night. A golden blur crashed into the Voidhollow, knocking it across the gym. The creature shrieked, slamming into the wall with bone-rattling force. I blinked through the dust. A boy stood between me and the monster—broad shoulders rising and falling, golden hair catching the moonlight. His eyes glowed molten amber, his jaw set with fierce determination. Auren Ryker Drakovar. I knew him, even though today was just my first day. Everyone talked about him, but unlike Kael and Lucien. He is a quiet one. According to what I heard, he is a Dragon Prince and heir to the throne.

Above the collar of his dark dress shirt, I could see tattoos of strange dark runes peaking out along his pale skin. The man beside him had shaggy chocolate brown hair that curled slightly at the ends. A red and plaid shirt stretched tightly over his broad shoulders. I didn’t need to see his face to know who he was. My throat tightened and my heart raced in my chest. What was my boss from Moonlight doing in a dragon’s lair? Lucian let out a low growl and I knew that he was feeling my panic. Drake shifted on the couch, slowly turning to face me. His eyes widened and I looked down at the floor, unable to meet his eyes.

The balcony cracked beneath us from the force of two ancient powers warring inside one body. "The entity is too strong!" Ria's voice came from the doorway where she stood with Elena and Iris. "If Aria loses this fight, that thing will consume her completely and use her Luna bloodline as a weapon!" "There has to be something we can do!" Zack roared, his desperation bleeding through our bond. "There is." Drake's expression hardened with terrible resolve. "But you are not going to like it." He moved before anyone could stop him, stepping directly into the maelstrom of energy surrounding me. The silver-black power tore at him, shredding his skin, but he pushed through until he reached me.

“That was me telling you what power I have, but you're such an idiot that you couldn't size up what that projection really was.” “You're a damn medium,” Alister whispered, and I bowed theatrically. “Accomplished medium, at your service,” I said with amusement. At that moment, Drago roared loudly and then began spitting venom through the trees. At that moment we heard the shouts of the brigadiers who were practicing dark magic. Alister cursed, and when he saw me summon black flames, the wretch ran with too much haste. For the first time I became a slayer, so I let Becca control my senses.

Behind her: the beating hearts of her people. Within her: the beating hearts of her children. Before her: the storm she could not run from. But up in the skies, it was Drakonios who became the fury of legend. The shadowdrake Malric had summoned was no ordinary beast—it was forged from curses and chained souls. Its wings were ragged sheets of darkness stitched with barbed enchantments. Its eyes burned a sickly green, and its scales shimmered like oil over bone. Drakonios met it in mid-air, flame trailing behind him, gold and white fire spiraling off his claws. His roar echoed across the valley, shaking snow loose from distant peaks.

★★★ BLUE MOON PACK ★★★ Damon’s mother, Light, was basking in the peaceful moment as she watched over the pup. He was a sweet little boy, no more than three years old, his tiny body curled up in sleep, his breathing soft and rhythmic. Light’s once troubled eyes, now calmer and filled with a nurturing warmth, softened as she brushed a strand of hair from the pup’s forehead. This child, whom Damon had taken under his wing, had become a light in their lives—a reminder of innocence amidst the darkness they often faced.

Draven was calm and sharp, every move controlled. They circled each other, metal crashing again and again. “You were always weaker than me!” Dorian shouted, swinging hard. Draven blocked, then shoved Dorian back. “And yet I’m the one still standing.” Draven struck low, cutting Dorian’s leg. Dorian dropped to one knee with a snarl. He tried to swing again, but Draven knocked the sword from his hand. Dorian looked up, chest heaving. “Wait—” Draven didn’t. He drove his sword straight through Dorian’s heart. Dorian gasped, eyes wide, then collapsed.

The impact sent ripples through the air. He thrust his hand out. Dark tendrils shot toward me. My body crackled with electricity, lightning exploding from my shoulder and down my arm. I spun, launching a bolt that tore through the tendrils and slammed into Drazhan’s chest. He jerked back, coughing blood. But he grinned. “Good,” he rasped. “Let me show you mine.” Dark magic surged from his palms. The shadows around him stretched and twisted, forming claws, wings, shapes I couldn’t recognize. They lashed out, tearing trenches into the metal floor.

"Looks like you underestimated me. I evolved too." My blood manipulation powers surged with newfound strength in my evolved state, while Dagon had gained the ability of shadow manipulation with his new form, allowing him to wield the darkness itself. Our fight got more serious when we got our weapons. I made two red swords, glowing in the dim light. Dagon made two dark, sharp swords that seemed to soak up the light around them. "Do you really think you can beat me, Lyra?" Dagon said with a mean smile. "Even with your new power, you're still not as good as me."