Commander Dragon Beyblade Novels & Stories

Draco replied “That is a concerning thing prince Draco, being your first in line commanding officer she should always be around you like you shadow… I should inform this to chief commander officer Caldwell, maybe he can bring some light into his daughter mind” Master Mossace replied sounding visibly pissed on Argentum Draco felt worried for Argentum, he knew she might get in trouble if this words reach out to her father chief commander officer Caldwell, who is a faithful commanding officer to King Ladon since his childhood, moreover Argentum herself is very good friend and fist love of Draco himself…

Vulcan and Anala, who had just arrived, gasped at the tribute given by Radcliff and Newton to the figure of a young boy who had black hair and red eyes. “It’s him, Vulcan!” shouted Anala while gasping. “I, Draco Black, the last Dragon Prince is willing to take your oath of allegiance, the Fire Salamander-incarnate Radcliff. Let's fight to awaken the dragons and protect Magica from harm,” Draco replied with an aura of majesty and graceful charisma.

Growling like he’s wants to eat his own disciple. “F-Forgive m-me, m-my L-Lord.” Captain Black Beard peeked inside which caused his sudden resignation to his disciple. “Daemon, the one and only son of Prince Tubigo, son of the Great King of Rainforest Biome and The Water Nation.” One step at a time into Lord Daemon’s room Captain Black Beard did. “And now, they call you the–” “Lord, Lord Daemon, God of all Cannibal Fire Eater.” Lord Daemon slowly approached the place where Captain Black Beard is standing.

The first thing Monday morning, Christopher marched into his commander's office. "Sir…I need to talk to you about something pretty important." Bruce Koepke sighed. He liked Beast. He didn't want to lose him, but he already knew what he wanted to ask. "Beast, you're a heluva Marine. You know that or you wouldn't be on an elite force. I don't want to lose you, son." Christopher could barely meet his commander's eyes. Finally he relaxed his formal posture and looked steadily at the older man who was more than his commander, but who was also his friend.

“Drakun.” The dragon made a sound like a snort of approval. “Drakos Drakun.” To the surprise and horror of everyone watching; the king, the soldiers who stood guarding him, the noblemen and their families, the prince and the princess, Llod and Hegi, the dragon’s serpentine eyes closed and it bowed its head and pushed it into her hand. Mare released a shaky breath and let her fingers fold over the tough scales. She closed her eyes. The surge of warmth within her was now a dull burn in her heart. This dragon was hers.

I said. “We’ve got company at the docks,” Abeloth said in my mind. “Ryder …” “Someone’s on my territory,” I said and walked briskly out of the kitchen followed by Lucas. A man climbed out of a boat and looked around. He started walking towards me when he saw us approaching him. “Dragonkin,” Lucas muttered. I had caught his scent too. He wasn’t a Sire but he also wasn’t just a warrior, he was a second in command by birth.

I used the one tool I had to lure her here: her curiosity and that damn serial killer discussion group I infiltrated. I leaned in close to her and whispered, “There’s no escape. Once we’re alone, you’re mine.” * * * Her scream came out as a hiss of air, and I couldn’t resist adding to her suffering. To see the arrogance in her eyes, for all the times she laughed and put me down, to be outweighed by the power I now held over her. “Relax. This is your secret fantasy... a kidnapping Jeffery Dahmer style.” The effect I had wanted showed in the widening of her eyes, but she slumped down in the seat, unable to get her arms and legs to work. Payback was bliss.

The water spout, as wild and powerful as a tornado, crashed down, snuffing out the flames instantly. Gasps of astonishment rippled through the crowd. Rendok's face turned pale with shock. "I'm no ordinary werewolf. I guess you didn't do your research," Blaze said, his voice dripping with mockery and contempt. Blaze raised his hands, and from his palms, brilliant light beams shot out, piercing through the air with deadly precision. The dragons became targets in his deadly game, each beam striking with unerring accuracy.

She asked, not knowing if it really mattered, but she hoped that it would help. Vivienne answered, “Xander Voidwalker, dragon of void, Lucian Lightbrighter, dragon of light, Darius Stone, dragon of Earth, Cassius Stromrider, dragon of Storm, Kieran Frost, dragon of Ice, Lean Blackthorn, dragon of Shadow and Kai Morrison, dragon of fire.” The names resonated through Maya like a physical force, each striking a different chord within her. She swayed, overwhelmed by the sudden influx of sensations—her newly awakened dragon nature responding to each male in ways her human mind couldn't process.

Merenrys. Burn who defies you. Her laugh came low and bitter. “As if I ever stopped.” “Do you still hear them?” asked a voice behind her. It belonged to Thamun, her new dragon commander. His armor gleamed under the sun, scorched at the edges from too many battles fought beside her. She did not turn. “What do you mean.” “The voices?” he pressed quietly. “...the past?” Her eyes drifted to the dunes where the air shimmered with reserved heat. “Both,” she said, resting her elbows lightly on the parapet, the back of her hand curving beneath her chin with effortless grace. “Sometimes, I can’t tell which is louder.”