Commander Dragon Beyblade Novels & Stories

Then he begins to climb back up to where Soma and Tyffyn are watching. “I can’t do that!” Soma says. “You are a dragon rider, Soma. A red’s rider. You WILL be able to do it by the time we’re done with your training. BEGIN!” I command. For the next couple of hours, Bynjym nips at Tyffyn, forcing her into maneuvers she wouldn’t normally have done, making Soma fight to hold on. When he finally calls an end to their training, we follow them back to the mountain.

"The moment I saw Mars, I immediately understood that he was different. Even though he was far from being 15 years old back then, he could already use mana. Albeit unconsciously. "At 15, he did something that hadn’t happened since the era of Jupiter and managed to contract with a mythical beast. Your mother — Blaze Dragona. As if that wasn’t grand enough, Blaze wasn’t just any dragon. She was the direct and most cherished daughter of Tiamat, the divine beast of Pride." Sol nodded, him being half-dragon was one of the reasons he was so much stronger than normal people despite not awakening yet. Speaking of Blaze, Edea's tone became a little more excited.

That was when Caleb activated Blood God Order, Second Style—World Tremor! Bang! The stunning shockwave bore down with the weight of a mountain, reaching Tia, Zeke, and the Alliance's representatives even before he landed. "Dancing Dragon Spear!" Tia growled as her spear shot out, accompanied by a draconic bellow! Roar!!! Seeing the oncoming blow, Caleb swung his sword down again. World Burial Sword, Third Style—Skybreaker! Roar!

Just then, the old man said, "I'm so sorry, Commander Miller. It's Wilbur's mission to get the eighth dragon cauldron, not mine. I can't battle you this time. But if you defeat Wilbur, that should be enough to prove your power too." The old man's gaze glinted with admiration for Miller. His fearless drive for self-betterment was unlike anything the old man had seen in a while. Miller said, "Alright, then. Mister Penn, we're going to be opponents now."

he cried and coughed up more blood. The sheer magnitude of the shock was too much for him to bear. He could not believe it. How could Dustin possess something like that? The Dragon Warlord Totem could only be summoned by the Dragon Warlord Token. The Dragon Warlord Token itself belonged solely to the Dragon Warlord. He had achieved unparalleled military achievement in Lovellia and was considered the nation’s legendary guardian. The Dragon Warlord Token could rally a million troops! Even the ten thousand soldiers he had deployed from the Western Forces fell under its jurisdiction.

"What's his name, anyway? It has to be a good one for a dragon." He grinned at me, missing his front tooth, and my heart just about shattered. "His name's Blaze! He's the toughest dragon in the whole world! He can protect us from anything, right, Mommy?" I nod and take a big swig of my drink to wash that lump down my throat. "Damn straight, Blaze can take on the whole world—just like you, Jay. You are powerful, and don't let anybody mess with you.". Jay laughs, and that's beauty—raw, painful beauty that pulls at the gut because you know it can't last. And I can't let him see that.

And that I can call him, “Uncle BD” “Agents, this is Black Dragon, considered as the number one agent of “Dark Knight” in this era. He will be the DJ here in “Stargazer” and the patissier in “Polaris”. Other additional information will be given by him. I really hope you’ll get along well.” No one reacted among us. I think my hyungs are still in shock too. I wonder what Yosef-hyung, I mean, Topgun thought. He was recently considered as the number one agent among us but now that Black Dragon arrived…

Oliver was a little shocked to hear this. The Dragon Corps were a specialized organization that belonged to the government, and nobody ever turned down Mister Glasbey's orders. Mister Glasbey was the highest-in-command of the Southern region branch of Dragon Corps, and his orders were like the holy grail; no one ever dared to disobey them, no matter if they were a Golden Dragon Guard or a Platinum Dragon Guard. Leon was the first one to ever attempt such a feat! Besides, from what he knew, Leon was an exceptionally high-ranking Platinum Dragon Guard.

His lips quivered in fear as he stared at the dragon's eyes, which were like flames and body, so ancient and dark. “What do you want?” Minerva asked absentmindedly as the dragon stared into her soul. It nudged her head, its snout as if he could read her mind. Then it looked away from her. Behind her, Vincent stood there, a protective hawk. He didn't like it that there was another watching out for Minerva. “I don't like this dragon,” Vincent murmured. Minerva would have laughed if they were not in a situation like this. The dragon tilted its head as if he heard what Vincent had said. Then it moved his attention back to Minerva.

Liam swept the green dragon battle robe over his shoulders, and the embroidered creature seemed to stir to life. With each movement of the fabric, the dragon appeared to soar through stormy skies, commanding and fierce. At once, Calum and the armed warriors bowed deeply before Liam, then garbed in the symbol of his authority, and they cried out with reverence, "We, your loyal followers, salute you, Commander-in-chief of Pendragon!" Liam, adorned in a battle robe with a majestic green dragon and golden patterns, seemed to transform before their eyes. He exuded the commanding presence of the Chief of Pendragon, like a legendary God of War ready to shake the heavens and earth.