Commander Dragon Beyblade Novels & Stories

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.

It was alive! His body trembled with excitement. His fingers shook and he muttered the words he knew would bring the dragon under command. So it was true. There was a dragon. Was there more? And then he heard the cries of terror. His body was rigid against the window. He longed to see the glory of dragons return but the time was not yet right. The wind brought the words to him. Drakos forem ni khagris. Ehyra shis matra fyre: Dragon of old. I am your fire.

Wynter said out loud. “He doesn’t know how to come out,” Wynter said. “Come forth child of mine,” Abeloth said. Wynter arched his back slightly as the little dragon separated from him and stumbled over his own legs and fell down on the grass. “You’re so silly,” Wynter said. “He’s beautiful Abeloth,” I said. “This is Echo,” Abeloth said and the dragon stood up straight with his head in the air. He was the same height Wynter was and he looked almost black.

I slid onto the seat across from him, my heart pounding in my chest. Being so close to him exposed new details - he was ripped now, looking like a model from a motorcycle ad. Nothing like the boy who'd trailed me with puppy eyes. His lips were full, and a rogue-ish smile that held a hint of danger played at the corners. It was the kind of smile you would expect on a swashbuckling pirate, capable of seduction and plunder in equal measure.

“You shouldn’t be near an unfriendly dragon.” “What if I can command the second dragon as well?” I offer. Betty looks nervous but I see her mindlink. Finally, her eyes clear and she looks at me. “See if you can command Norbert first, if that doesn’t work then you can try the other dragon,” Betty counters. “Fine, we can try,” I huff, not sure if this is going work. Betty and I walk outside to where Norbert’s nest is built. “Norbert,” I call, and my dragon lowers his head to me, and I pet him. “Norbert, the pack is in danger. I need you to fly to Tony and follow his orders. Can you do that buddy?”

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.”