Beyblade X Impact Drake Novels & Stories

Drake and Randall’s expressions changed. Drake was sent flying toward the back. He smashed into the wall with a meaty smack, and blood could be seen flowing on his face. As for Randall, even though he was able to stand still, his body was trembling, and there was blood lining the tip of his lips as he looked at Kayson in disbelief. ‘How is this possible!? I’m a warlord, yet the soundwave of a peak-level grandmaster injured me? This is such a disgrace!’ “Unbelievable! I can’t believe that the attacking power of the highly powered Titanium Leo-roar could be so devastating.”

It's perfect for me because even with his larger build and greater strength, I'm a worthy opponent in human form. Drakon heads to the center of the room with his back to the egg. I want him as far away from Pepper's son as possible. Drakon's silver eyes give away his intent a second before he charges in low. I leap over him and turn. My foot is up and I land a solid kick to his back which sends him toward Pepper.

Then she let go and stood back. Drake gasped for air, blood bubbling from his mouth and nose. Kira watched him, growling. Blaze went to her, touching noses with each other. He gave her a quick lick across the face then turned around to face Drake. I switched back to human form and Hunter did the same. He grabbed my T-shirt and pulled it over my head. Drake tried to get up, but Hunter kicked him in the face and held him down with one foot on his shoulder. He spat a mouthful of blood onto Hunter’s foot.

, Maddox suggested, and everyone agreed. When Maddox and Caden saw that Drake had no intention of returning to the VVIP booth, they decided to join them at the bar. "That guy fell easily.", Maddox's comment was about Cory who lost consciousness after one hit. Drake is known as one of the best fighters, but it was obvious that he didn't put much strength behind that punch. "Human.", Drake's one-word response clarified the mystery. Mindy and Maya sat on barstools, flaking Talia on the left and right respectively, and Caden moved to stand next to Maya.

Drake’s eyes went wide with shock as his head snapped back, his heavy frame stumbling three full steps across the mat before he managed to catch his balance. A collective, sharp intake of breath echoed from the surrounding students. An omega had just landed a clean, meaningful hit on a Delta soldier. Drake’s face instantly twisted into a dark, ugly mask of pure fury. The arrogant smirk was gone, replaced by a reckless, unhinged rage as he realized he had been embarrassed in front of the entire elite squad. He didn't care about the rules of a regulated spar anymore. He lunged at me like a feral animal, his fingers curling into claws as he aimed a brutal, heavy blow straight toward my injured

Except for one. Drake. The name hits him like a physical blow to the chest. Adrian remembers Drake with a clarity that scares him. Drake wasn’t like the others; he was the one who stepped in when the bullies cornered Adrian behind the gymnasium. He remembers the way Drake smelled, like expensive cologne and leather, the way his arms looked when he rolled up his sleeves—thick, vascular, strong enough to snap a neck but gentle enough to pull Adrian up from the dirt.

She simply stayed beside me with the silver blade ready while I forced my legs to hold. The night stretched on. The defense gave ground in measured pieces, never in a rout. Each new position was higher and narrower than the last. The vampires paid for every step. The stone grew slick with blood of both kinds. The wounded who could still move were pulled farther up by Serena’s carriers. The ones who could not were protected as long as the positions held. Drake fought at the center of every major collision. His presence alone kept the pack from fracturing under the weight of the assault. Through the bond I felt his pain, his fury, and the absolute refusal to yield the mountain he had only just

I scolded myself as I pushed him away. " You...!" He couldn't care less, not before I saw a glint that quickly disappeared as it came. Then he continued, as if nothing happened. " With the right ritual, I can extract what makes you special and use it to unite the supernatural communities under one rule. My rule." Bastard, I silently cursed. Just like him, I also ignored whatever happened. Instead I asked him. "And Xander? What happens to him?" Drake's expression grew cold as winter. "Xander is an obstacle that will be removed. The mate bond you share with him is the only thing that might allow you to resist the final ritual. Once he's dead, that connection will be severed permanently."

He hits the ground hard. The horn sounds. Drake groans, stunned, staring up at me like he doesn’t understand how this happened. I step back, my chest heaving. I realize too late that my eyes are glowing silver. LOVEY’S POV I slam my hand against the railing. Idiot. Drake was supposed to crush her. One broken bone. One ugly injury. That was the plan. Instead he’s lying there humiliated. I grind my teeth. I catch the eye of the healer stationed nearby. She looks nervous. I make the signal anyway.

“Oh, Xavier. Always playing the hero. But this isn’t a story where you swoop in and save the day. Calla made her choice. Drake has changed, and she sees that. She’s happy with him. You can’t stop her from loving him now.” Xavier’s blood boiled at the audacity of Harold’s words. “Drake is an animal,” he snapped, his voice rising just enough to betray the fire burning inside him. “No matter how much you dress him up, his instincts will never change. You can’t convince me he’s anything but a danger.”