Soba Dragon Ball Novels & Stories

“Naka-Meguro? What’s there?” “There’s a soba place I’ve wanted to try for a while. It’s called Tokyo Dosanjin.” Sakura quickly typed it into G****e, scrolling through reviews and photos. “Oh, they use citrus in their soba?” “The citrus soba’s not in this month,” Heri grinned. “But their lunch sets still look good. Come on, get ready.” Sakura smiled faintly. Heri looked genuinely excited. While Sakura got herself ready, Heri checked his own bag—PASMO card, wallet, charger, phone. “All good,” he murmured.

an Asian looking man who’s just as hot as YS but way older says as he comes to shake both mine and Viktor’s hands. “Ya-Long” he says introducing himself “The Yakuza stand at your disposal Dona De Leone” he bows with a top of his head then takes his leave followed by six muscular men I take mental snapshots of to save in my spank bank. “Your drooling doll” Vic whispers in my ear before kissing the top of my head. “Why do you do that” I ask looking up at him. “I’ll tell you later” he shrugs then says “Or eventually, maybe” I elbow him in the side playfully as another man approaches.

Kailo shifts quickly, his clothes ripping, and his body increasing in size. In seconds, Kailo becomes a large orange-red dragon, with a muscular form and short, powerful wings. “He’s not a Fury,” I mutter in realization. One of the guards nods. “Lyza and her uncle are the only Fury dragons that anyone knows of.” I hear a cry and see Lyza on her hands and knees. Her face is twisted in pain as her bones move and rearrange themselves. Her skin slowly becomes black and scaled, and her limbs bend into clawed feet.

I ask, something about this Gia girl rubs me the wrong way. "Gia was a girl that I met a couple of decades ago, she was thrown out of her group home because she was a Mythical. So I took her in and trained her to control her power. Earth is her specialty. Oliver here was someone that I grew up with, He is the last thunder dragon that roams the earth." My eyebrows shot up past my Forehead, the last thunder dragon? That sounds like the most difficult thing ever. Looking at Oliver, the respect that I couldn't find for him in the past, came to me full force. That must have been really difficult growing up! Might have been worse than my childhood!

A dragon’s sense of smell was very powerful. My gaze moved towards the back of the kitchen to Bash. He stood holding a metal spatula in his hand, plates with stacks of pancakes all around him. A white apron was draped around his neck. clinging to his chest, his lips twitched into a smile and the two of us walked forward. Gradually, the hall filled with the noise of people talking and eating the breakfast that Bash had fixed for them. One day it wouldn’t phase them when I came into the dining hall. I would be one of them.

Brie said, trying not to laugh herself. Another sharp crack echoed from the egg, silencing the room. Fifteen minutes later, the shell split apart completely, and a hatchling wriggled free a dark blue dragon with a crimson belly. The little creature flapped its wings as if eager to take flight. No one was surprised to see it was male. Through the mind-link, Trace told Mikan they would need to discuss the southern throne later. Mikan silently agreed.

His pupils grew round and full, like a bird of prey watching a mouse. What was Spencer? What had I gotten myself into? I should have just stayed home and confronted Nolan and my sister. If I had it would suck, but I wouldn’t be about to be possibly murdered by someone who might not be human. A rumbling growl came from deep in Spencer’s chest and he leaned back slightly on his barstool. Watching me with those eerie looking eyes. “I’m a dragon.” The words were raspy and didn’t sound human. It was almost a growl, but not quiet, something animalistic. A warning.

My fated mate shut me out of our bond for the ninety-ninth time just as the last spark of dragonfire inside me began to die. I walked into the Oath Hall of Obsidian Keep alone. Black stone stretched beneath my feet, cold enough to bite through my slippers, and every step made the cracked channels around my dragon core grind deeper into my chest. “I’m here to renounce the Obsidian Court and dissolve my life-bond with the Dragon Lord.” The clerk took in my bloodless face and lowered his voice. “Lady Ashton, once I set the seal, the Court will no longer be required to protect you. Are you certain?” My dragonfire had been unstable since birth, leaving me weaker than most dragonkin. When I was te

he said and he seemed slightly bigger than before. "Very odd indeed," Elder Peter mused. "What is? Stop speaking in riddles," I said irritated now. "Strong dragons with warrior names, all four of you," Elder Peter said. "What Elder Peter means is that it's been quite some time since we've had a Sire with his most trusted that possess such strong dragons. It will make for interesting times," Elder James said with a smile. "It's time for us to take our leave," Baz said as he merged himself with me again. Every time he did that I felt a burning sensation like electrical currents running through my whole body and I wondered if I would ever get used to it.

A snap of those teeth later and the soldier and guards were reduced to boots, blood, and shields. Mare screamed as did the people watching. The noise of the chains began again and the full body of a dragon appeared. Large, black, spiky, scaly flesh covered every inch, large head protected by scaly armor, short black horns jutting from the top of its head and tough scales surrounding hungry eyes.