Beyblade X Impact Drake Novels & Stories

A week later I had a sports wheelchair, a helmet and elbow pads and I was at the skate park with dad, Jacob and Drake helping me. If Drake was a gay or even bisexual, I would so totally try to date him. He's very sexy and I'm saying that in a strict observation. Drake's 6 feet 3 inches tall, short dark brown hair that is styled into a quaff and he has captivating blue-gray eyes and he has such a beautiful natural tan. He has such a cheerful personality but don't piss him off because he can be scary when he's angry. Entering the classroom, we head to our seats in the far back. Sitting down we pull out our books and supplies sitting them down on the table in front of us.

The talk she had in the car earlier that day kept circling her thoughts. Drake talked about the brawl that happened at training, his voice measured but somewhat frustrated as he talked about the new player who kept hitting him throughout the game. Maxwell. The name caused Betsy to frown somewhat. The Maxwell she had conversed with at school seemed nothing like the sort of person Drake described. He had acted gently. One who thoughtfully picked his words before speaking. During practice, Drake had sounded absolutely confident that Maxwell was trying to provoke him. Betsy sighed softly and leaned back.

But her footing was off. The slick training mat offered zero traction against her sudden, aggressive twist. As the belt recoiled, the momentum caught her completely off balance. Her ankle turned outward, and gravity violently pulled her backward. A sharp gasp tore from her throat as she braced herself for the hard, unforgiving impact of the floor. But the impact never came. Drake moved with predatory, unnatural speed. Before she could even register that she was falling, his powerful arm shot out like a vice, catching her squarely around the waist. With a brutal, effortless pull, he hauled her flush against his chest, stabilizing them both in an instant.

Drake says, “Now I understand why it was so hard to beat you during tournaments.” I laughed. “Seriously?” I asked him. “Seriously,” Drake replies as he finishes a whole bottle of water. “What made you think that way?” I asked out of curiosity. “Damn, this training that both you and Jericho are giving us is way beyond my imagination. The complexity, the way we now all move in sync with each other as we fight and at the same time protect our own,” Drake was filled with awe and excitement that it made me happy that I decided to teach them.

I hear several footsteps and screams, step out of the room, find Drake sitting in his chair with his head tilted back. "What's happened? " "He tried to hit me, but Zack was walking by and stopped him. " I let out a sigh and place a kiss on the top of his skull. "That guy's crazy, I don't want him to hurt you. " "No the one who will hurt them is me! "

Xaden uttered, scoffing softly at Drake's foolishness. At this point, Drake's anger level had increased a notch, and he moved closer to Xaden that he had almost taken up the space between them. “I'm just going to use a different method on you.” he replied in a low husky voice. “And what might that be?” “If you don't speak, I'm just going to slice your little man down there into two with once slash of my claws.”

It strikes them all with such force that it blows them all back into the wall of the cliff. Afterward, they peel off the wall of the cliff and tumble into the ocean, like ragdolls. “I could so have a little fun with this,” Drake says to himself. He then forms a sword made out of lightning. He charges at the remaining sea monsters and starts slicing them all to pieces. They prove to be no match for him at all. After fighting his way to the front of the cave, as he is getting ready to enter, he hears a strange sound. Then all of a sudden, he is hit with such force that it throws him back and into the air. He hits the water’s surface hard but recovers quickly. He looks up and sees tentacles c

The shadow beast's claws tore through the air where my head had been a second before. I rolled, feeling Zack's presence through the bond as he moved in perfect synchronization with me. Three years of fighting together in our first life—muscle memory transcended death itself. "Drake, left flank!" Zack roared, his Alpha command cutting through the chaos. Drake was already moving, his rebirth energy manifesting as ice-blue blades of pure power. He slashed through one beast's torso, but the creature simply reformed, its shadow-flesh knitting back together instantly.

Drake then looked around with innocent eyes that would make anyone melt. “By the ancestor, he has already breathed fire, and his power has manifested at birth.” Master Kern broke the silence in the room. “What a wonderful blessing he has!” Xi Lin quickly went to Drake, gathered him in a shawl, and began to hug him, feeling the bright red scales on her cheek as Drake looked around and saw Blake in the crowd. Drake wiggled out of his Mother’s arms and flew, utilizing his Qi like an eastern dragon would do at Blake. He landed on Blake’s shoulder and surprised everyone.

In the next moment, the Inner world within his body resonated with a thunderous roar, and the terrifying power of heaven and earth, carrying surging principles of law, converged in the palm of his hand. Severin's fist shadows, each the size of a millstone, crashed down on Drake like a mountain at an incredible speed. Drake felt as though he had been struck by an invincible mountain, and immediately a metallic taste filled his throat as a large gush of blood sprayed out from his mouth! Drake was sent pathetically flying backward, instantly shattering the formation set up by Calvert. Then, he crashed heavily into the forest several dozen miles away from Grandiuno Sacred Land.