Beyblade Metal Fusion L'drago Novels & Stories

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.

They had reached his chest before it had finally realized there were two people running up him. The beast stared at them with yellow draconic eyes as if unable to comprehend what he was seeing. Sophia stared up at the dragon. Unlike, Elijah’s transformation, this dragon seemed antagonistic. With yellow slit eyes and black marks all over his body, she was sure it came here to destroy. But how did he manage to enter the kingdom? Does that mean his teammates are…? Sophia shook her head. She knew she had to do something. She couldn’t just stand here like a civilian when her teammates were in danger. She scaled the beast herself, determined to be of help to Leon and Zain.

And for the next four dragons, the fifth, sixth, seventh and eighth; Hetty, Merry, Xerry, and Terry, are under the fire dragon army, while the ninth, tenth and eleventh; gog, Tre, and Prom are in the ice dragon army. And lastly, the Twelvth dragon; Laz is the laziest of them all, although she is a water dragon, she always love being lonely in the cave. The cave is where all dragons sleeps in when it's snowy. But Laz stays there Everytime. Liz has a Fire ability, Blair has an earth ability, Ari and Jett have an air ability, Hetty, Merry, Xerry and Terry all have a Fire ability, Gog, Tre and Prom are possessing an ice ability, and Laz is having a water ability.

I say running my fingers though Dragos hair. The dagger gleams in the candle light as I watch Lorant step out of the shadows. It slices the air as it pierces the back of my beloved mate and one true soul Drago. “Long live the beast” Lorant says dryly. { End flash back } The beast if my father.

Pale green eyes—familiar in their intensity despite their reptilian shape—fix on Sorin with murderous intent. Before I can react, the dragon opens its jaws and unleashes a torrent of blue-white fire directly at Sorin. The dragonfire collides with my light shield, not fighting it but merging, amplifying, transforming the energy into something new and devastating. The combined power slams into Sorin's shadow magic with explosive force.

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…

A cold sweat blooms along my skin like an allergic reaction. The mere size of him is intimidating; nothing like a human man. I struggle in his hold, trying to step away, yet I am yanked from my room. The door slammed shut behind me before I was pushed against it. I swallow, shifting against his cock; my movement causing him to groan. This is bad. Worse than his size is the legend that comes with coupling with a dragon. From all the ancient warnings and history books, it has been described as having sex with molten lava. I can already feel his heat overwhelming me. I struggle again, “I apologize, your Majesty.”

There will be a Luna who holds the moon's power bound to him. "I know, my stray... I know it very well. "We are bound to meet, and I am bound to marry the powerful Luna that holds the moon's power," Drake mumbled. "And that Luna is you; you will be my queen," he added sweetly.

I bit down on a scream, my vision swimming with gold-tinged spots. When I blinked back to myself, Vanquise was already at the door. "Midnight wanderings are dangerous, little girl." His robes whispered against the stones as he left. "The cats aren't the only things that hunt in the dark." I didn't move until his footsteps faded. Then I looked at my wrist. The skin was blistering—angry, raw. My healing—the dragon blood in my veins—was at war with the silver laced in his cane. Fighting it. Burning through it. Slowly.

“We can’t fight normally. Whatever it’s doing… it’s targeting the fusion. It knows you can’t act separately.” Kael’s eyes burned with determination. “Then we act as one but differently. We can’t let it dictate our rhythm. We have to force the fusion to stabilize on our terms.” Lyra’s pulse surged, energy trembling along the lattice of their bond. “But if we push too hard… we risk losing control… or worse. It could consume us completely.” The entity’s tendrils shot forward suddenly, lashing toward them in jagged strikes of energy. Lyra and Kael moved instinctively, their fusion allowing them to anticipate each other’s motions, dodge in perfect unison, and counter with arcs of flame and frost.