Commander Dragon Beyblade Novels & Stories

Dray was trapped between the two of them, with no way out. "I was aware that the Azure Dragon family is home to a sizable number of A-rank warriors." Dray remained calm and collected in the face of the synching attacks of the elderly couple. He was instead thinking to himself, 'How do I kill the two of them without expending much strength?' First and foremost, Blink! He vanished from his cautious posture and dashed for the old guy. "Soul Cleave!" Shhh! Dray sent forth half of his full power, and the aura rushed out like a tsunami. It changed into a tremendous wave of potent energy that emitted an aura unlike any other.

“Why do you not want me to bother?” “Because she is ordered not to interact with you. Dragons are loyal, so if I tell her not to do something, she won’t. If she does disobey me though, she will experience an intense pain that will make her wish she could die.” Cyran shrugged as he started heading upstairs. “Why do you always have to be an ass?” Placing my hands on my hips, I started rethinking the part about wanting to be in a rush to escape. “Oh, by the way, did you like everything that my Maid bought for you? If there is anything else you need, just let me know.” He turned toward me, with one foot on the bottom step, appearing to be uninterested in what I said.

I have to remind myself she doesn’t exist, that I’m making her up, like my subconscious is reminding me of my maturity, my ability to produce an heir, but… dragon babies are as rare as mates these days. “Alpha,” comes a deep male voice as I cross into my study sometime later, dressed and somewhat ready for the day. Ryker, the commander of my forces, walks into view, rubbing his hands together against the chill in the air before stepping behind me into my study. I close the door behind him, blinking blearily at the ground before raising my gaze to meet his. He’s tall, broad–a typical dragon male–but he’s rough around the edges and heavily scarred, his dark brown hair falling around his face a

Silent steps on the grass. "I am Átila. This is Kuzey. We are the Twin Dragons, ancient guardians of this land." Irmak couldn't look away. Between their legs, semi-erect penises swung heavily. Thick. Veins pulsing visibly under the thin skin. Broad, pink heads glistening slightly with moisture. She had never seen men so perfect. So rawly powerful. Their scent invaded the clearing. Burnt wood. Dark spices. Something animal. Wild. Masculine.

A column of darkness slammed into the courtyard’s far wall, blasting stone apart. From the smoke, a tall, cloaked figure appeared, not Veyrathis, but something close. “A commander,” Verath growled. The figure raised a hand. The remaining shadow-walkers retreated instantly. “Why withdraw?” Kael shouted. The figure’s voice echoed unnaturally. “This was only the beginning.” Elara felt the cold magic press against her mind. “You cannot stop what is coming,” the commander continued. “The Dragon King and his healer will fall.”

“Let her go.” The authority in Aiden’s voice made Dragon’s smile disappear for a brief moment. Then he laughed again. “Oh, good. Then welcome to the show.” Dragon rose slowly from where he had been sitting. “And let me give you one piece of advice. You don’t want to fight me, challenge me, or command me. I hate being told what to do.” Aiden’s hands curled into fists at his sides.

She felt triggered that the harmless Empress beside her helped the Commander-in-chief to kill the legendary dragon. Dragons' existence isn’t that common but it’s not uncommon either. It’s enough that people know what it looks like and how to scare and help people. Lixien giggled. “Ah, that’s nothing. I am very pleased to meet you here, Duke.” Dev gentlemanly smiled at her. “If possible, would it be alright for you to have a spar with me?”

Among the Six, he's the only one who doesn't seem uptight like the rest of them. For the rest of my stay in the hospital, I keep receiving visits from Landon and Dakota's family as well. I have gathered information about my mission. Apparently, I am to find the seals. Moreso, I can only do that if I stick to a particular person who bears the name, Dashiell Gryphon. According to Landon, he's a dragon Lord who wants to use the seals for evil purposes. To worsen it all, he's the jerk who had murdered me. I'm willing to do my best. ..

Damen said, raising a placating hand to Rex. “Who is this Lady of Blades you constantly refer to?” Rex asked, his brow furrowing in thought. “She is the day-to-day commander of the imperial armies,” Damen replied, “By trial of combat she took her rightful place to lead the armies of General Christopher in his stead if required.” “But these are soldiers belonging to Emperor Rector though?” Rex asked, nodding along while the information formed in his mind. “Of course,” Damen nodded, “Our primary task is to ensure the godking’s forces never penetrate the imperial city's defences, reach the primary portal room and wreak havoc on Dracoterrum. Other finer details will be told to you all during you

The warlord stood. He was taller than she'd expected. Broader, too. Built like a creature shaped for war, but moved like he could vanish and strike in the same breath. As a child, she had often wondered what a dragon might look like in human skin—a question whispered between old books and nursery rhymes, half-believing it was myth. But if you ever did see one, it was said to be the last sight your eyes would know. And now, here he was: terrifyingly real, terrifyingly calm. A dragon made flesh. And he was looking at her like she was already burning. "You are Sera of House Vaelir," he said, descending toward her with deliberate, predator-slow steps.