Dragon King Bakugou Novels & Stories

“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.

Oh well, Dion didn't mention that, and I don't need to know their family history. We placed the plate full of sandwiches and the orange juice on the wooden center table. We found Daniel sitting with Dion and Zhairo while holding a toy, a green creature that looks like a mosquito or what. I took a better look at it and realized it is one of Zhairo's toys. A creature from Bakugan. I looked at Dion and Zhairo too and found them holding creatures too. And as always, Zhairo is holding his favorite asset, a red dragon, he calls it 'Dragonoid'.

22 A dragon! He was a god-damned, fire-breathing, humongous, large toothed dragon-kind Miaka had never seen a real dragon before and was as blown away by him as Kai was. Kai quickly jumped out of the way as the guy shifted, but even as a dragon, he was no match for a God. Kai - being a war God - had no real chance at losing any battle - dragons or not. Miaka ran to the small wooden stage to congratulate her hero, but her efforts were misplaced, she soon found, as the people of the town did not want to forgo the execution.

It made him panic. Darryl cracked a smile when he noticed White Tiger King’s flustered expression. "White Tiger King, this is called the Trap Dragon Thorn. These Trap Dragon Thorns were specially invented by humans to deal with the Green Dragon clan. Once being stabbed, any powerful dragon will inevitably lose the ability to fly. I believe it is very painful. Even the Green Dragon clan could not bear the torture of the Trap Dragon Thorn. Would you like to try it?” Darryl said slowly to make himself clear as he had a relaxed expression on his face.

By dragon’s power, King Eric and King Jumuck defeated various kingdoms in the world. “Argo!!! What are you doing? Cut them both off. Let their heads roll at my feet. I want my shoes on the head of the Great King Darian!” King Eric shouted. The dragon, which was the incarnation of Argo, flipped over. His initially yellowish-green eyes turned reddish-yellow. Argo showed his anger.

They heard her heavy breathing as if trying to fight the nervousness coming in. Daeira couldn't even think precisely now as she tried to recall what were the names that this king was called in the Nazi. Bultungin? which means man changing beast, a shapeshifter dragon? A hybrid werewolf-hyena? Buda? He-demon? She gasped when she felt the cold claws gripping her flesh on the neck while he regarded her with impatience through his glistening crimson eyes. She then remembered that sinful intercourse on her dream, he had urged her to say his name...louder. Was that it? This king's name?

I let out an amused growl, “Sure thing, let’s go!” Bella and I moved in perfect harmony, our sisterly bond unbreakable even amid this chaotic battle. Below us, Liam and Alex fought side by side, their own dragon forms an awe-inspiring sight to behold. Liam's obsidian scales gleamed in the twilight, while Alex's deep forest green hid him in the shadows. They were a whirlwind of motion, tails lashing out to fend off Mariah's relentless followers, who surged around them like a swarm of beasts.

He entered my dreams first; deep seafoam eyes with hints of emerald and black invaded my dreams, claiming me. But he was just a man in my dreams or so I thought, because then I met this man, this dragon prince, he was the man from my dreams. It wasn't love at first sight or a dreamy fairytale I read in books, but a strange toxic attraction and it screamed for pleasurable moments. His touches were electric, setting my insides on fire and his eyes.. Those brilliant eyes that held such a unique colour pulled me into his dangerous, yet mystical world, where dragons soared the skies, such marvellous and fascinating creatures that flew onto the high skies and breathed majestic flames of incredible

Kiri smiled, a little impressed she knew, “They take the main form of whatever non-dragon race the parent is, with a skill of their parent dragon. They became rare as dragons started to lose interest in the other races, and once the dragonkin mated again, some offspring did not even look dragon-touched, but some took on the form of drakken.” “Grub hears scary lady is scared of lizard,” Grub said loudly, drawing everyone’s attention. He was holding a shiny silver-bladed dagger that had an ornate golden hilt with strange runes etched into, with a wrapped leather pommel and was twirling it around while he spoke. Everyone burst out laughing except Grub, Kiri included, “F**k, that has to be the b

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.