Dragon King Bakugou Novels & Stories

If it thought it was me then. "Who am I and what am I?" I asked. " Danae Ravdylon. Bearer of the Ice Dragon." It managed to sound dry even with its kind of voice. I folded my arms and nodded. "So, you're an ice dragon and I carry you. Fair enough." It flapped its wings again. "I am 'THE' Ice Dragon. The only one. The bearers may expire but I live forever. Only I. For another to be born, I have to expire."

I do not bother watching him fall. There are too many others. Fire flashes across the air as Vael drives another attacker away from Jakob’s flank. Below us, the rocky ridge fractures beneath the weight of several dragons battling on the ground. And there— At the center of it all— Aurelion. Even in dragon form he is unmistakable. His massive golden wings dominate the battlefield as he lands between Malrec and the seam itself. The king has always been larger than most of us. Today he looks almost mythic.

George gritted his teeth, looking at the idiot in front of him. "It's not that easy. He is not a normal dragon. He is Drake Hamilton, the most powerful orange dragon ever born. No one can kill him just like that. Not even the dragon elders. Even if we complain, he has a valid reason to be there in the fairy world. So not even the dragon elders could punish him for that" George pointed out.

Every word bit into my flesh as he continued to tell his terrible story. "Let me tell you a little bit about your father. Obviously you know now that he was what we called the King of the Dragons. A god amongst us if you will. Blood Dragons are well known for their blood magic and it's a powerful one at that. If he so much as wanted to, he could explode a mountain with just a snap of his fingers." Drake snapped his fingers to make a point. "He was revered as the greatest Dragon. He was compassionate, but also extremely stubborn." He gave me a pointed look before continuing.

Kate asked because she spoke only Filipino and English, unlike some of her classmates who had a hometown dialect. “Oh, it translates to something like: Our moon long ago, long ago… Was eaten by the Bakunawa… Please have pity, return it, return it… The crown of our king.” Kate was enthralled because, like most Filipino kids, she was more familiar with European dragons such as Smaug in LOTR, Hagrid’s Norbert, and of course Drogon, Rhaegal and Viserion of Daenerys, the Mother of Dragons. There was also Shenron in Dragonball but she had long ago figured out that oriental dragons were more elongated and far more benevolent and auspicious than their western cousins. Lastly, there were Recca's eigh

Nya hadn’t even realized that he was under their control until the tip of the sword pierced his skin, and a tiny droplet of blood rolled down the edge. “That belongs to me!” An angry voice growled from the crush of troops near the doorway. “Do you honestly think you can just waltz in here and take it from me?” It was clear, despite his disheveled appearance that the angry man with bedhead shouting at her from across the room was the king of Beelzanborg. He was in the middle of an array of troops who were obviously meant to protect him from both the dragon and the small woman who’d just stolen his prized possession.

so Jeanne, Ritsuka, Mashu, Jack, Amanda Scratch, Oliver, Olivia, Roxy, Monty & I got on Oberon and headed back to the hideout. Back at the Friendly Strangers Hideout Karuji turned around and saw me on Oberon “guys Arnold is back” he shouted Funabi, Darkchromus, Sanazo & Matthias saw me on Oberon” my group and I jump off Oberon and he morph back to servant form “are you alright Oberon?” I asked him “yes I was a pretty dizzy” he said “it’s okay if you take a break its go for it” I said “thanks Arnold” said Oberon “Karuji any luck on the Mane Six, Sunset, Starlight & Bronyium?” I asked “they said that they got 45% of the Parastic Fault” he said “that’s good to hear” I said suddenly the hideout

Arkalis instructs calmly, his hands behind his back. Christian and I rushed to the drum and filled our buckets. Arkalis helped me in placing mine on my shoulder, while Christian skillfully placed his on his shoulder. I pouted in jealously, I want to be strong. But anyway, I am going to be consoling myself, with the fact that Christian is a guy who turns into a dragon since he became eleven. I wasn't able to hold on to the sticks linked to the buckets on my shoulder for up to ten seconds before it came crashing to the ground again. Christian on the other hand carried it very well showing off his muscles self. He only encountered problem with keeping the water from pouring little by little.

To me he was magnificent and a perfect fit and I stepped through the fire having given Chase his moment of glory as first born. “Turn around,” Elder Michael said and I complied. “This is unheard of!” Elder Victor said with shock in his voice. I turned to face them again and I saw that same pride in Lucas’s eyes. I felt indestructible and I knew that Abeloth was also a warrior dragon. He was fierce and gave me the impression that he wouldn’t take anyone’s shit. “I am Abeloth,” he said as he took control and my eyes glowed yellow. “This can’t be right,” Elder Cliff said and they all looked at each other. Abeloth separated from me and roared in a low voice as he glared at them.

he gritted his teeth. Drake sighed. “No, let me deal with those punks!” he hissed. “I’m the one they needed, and I want to face those idiots and kill them barely with my hands.” He gritted his teeth and looked at rouges. “Oh, well, well, well. . .” A rouge in a black cloak appeared and said,” . . . how are you alpha? Why are you rushing back to your royal house?” Drake’s fists crumpled. “Don’t talk and let me kill you, punk!” he growled.