Black Dragon Silhouette Novels & Stories

Chapter 61 The new dragon blocked the corridor his mixed crimson and obsidian scales gleaming with an unnatural sheen that made my stomach twist. He was taller than both Draven and Vaelor with sharp ridges along his shoulders and eyes that glowed a deep violet. His gaze raked over my exposed body taking in my heavy leaking breasts my soft round belly and the way my thick thighs pressed together in fear and exhaustion. I pulled the torn robe tighter around my curves but it did little to hide the milk still dripping down my skin or the plump curves that had drawn so much dangerous attention.

Nevertheless, it makes it appear that its primary objective is to notify me that it was able to force its way inside my apartment, provided that almost all sorts of sound warning systems are completely activated. And the way this silhouette happens to look at me from the outside appears to really be implying something I have never really figured out yet. If the shadow I had seen earlier behind the tree branches is the same as the invader on my apartment, it must have been clearly not worried about being caught, having known that I had seen it. Instead, it stared straight at me and tends to make no conscious effort to conceal itself away from my view. The silhouette appears mysterious as it o

He grinned. Before anyone could contemplate what was about to happen, a deep roar shook the earth. Sending all of them backwards. Slamming them into trees. A black giant dragon suddenly and slowly emerged from the other side of the forest. Approaching the scene stealthily. Its rough skin was dark as obsidian and long claws which could cut through steel. Its eyes burn brightly like hot coals and an earth shattering roar left its mouth, its razor sharp talons which could tear through anything. The sight of the dragon sent tremors through the men and they retreat carefully.

And the monster underneath it finally reveals itself, the Collins - series Obsidian, black, massive looking like a predator itself. Even buried under dust and grime, the shape is unmistakable. My throat tightens. “I would recognize this silhouette anywhere, “ I murmur, my voice rough has hell. “Even in hell,” I grunt out as I smash the side, which causes a dent in the side. I step closer, the front hood catches the light, and my breath stops, it's bent, a jagged misalignment, like a scar. Slowly, I reach out and press my palm against the hood.

A deep, ancient growl echoed from the void. Selene and Nyra froze, swords lowered. Selene’s eyes narrowed. “No… this can’t be.” Nyra steadied her breath. “The prophecy... ” she whispered; “Mother of Ruin… Daughter of Flame… The sky cracks…” From the breach descended something beyond magic, an ancient presence, older than gods. A colossal form, coalescing from storm clouds: a dragon wrought of lightning and shadow, wings spanning the horizon. Its eyes glowed molten white; its roar shook the very foundations.

Free falling from the sky, I couldn’t stop screaming. My arms flailed around as if trying to grab onto something, even if there was nothing to grab. Above me was a Dragon, galactic in size. He had to be as massive as a mountain. I had to admit that the Dragon was alluringly breathtaking. Luminous metallic purple scales cascaded over its entire form. Its wings arched slightly as they span across the sky. Its head turned down as it looked at me, with large radiant indigo eyes. When it redirected and started flying toward me, I stopped screaming and simply stared at the magnificent beast.

Alive. Lylah froze as a pair of molten red eyes emerged from the shadows, glaring—smoke curling from its enormous nostrils… She didn’t need to see more. The silhouette said it all. It was a dragon. A real fucking dragon.

Bethel sounded almost deranged. Seraphina looked from Bethel to Rose and Melanie who were all stood waiting. Seraphina felt her cheeks flush under their stares and then slowly started to pull the arms of her dress down to reveal the large silver dragon that started on her left shoulder and gradually made its way across her chest, stopping slightly before where her Dhampir markings sat.

But little Rhett had kept watch by my side, warming my hands with his tiny palms. "Elara, get better soon... I want to go riding with you." Lyra offered me a gentle nod and smile, but her eyes twinkled with triumphant sharpness. "Elara, Rhett doesn't know how to hold his tongue. Don't take it personally." I didn't respond. I turned to help my adoptive mother up from the ground. "You see? Alpha Lucien and Rhett will never be short on people willing to stand by them." Lyra was the oldest daughter of the Blackwood Pack's Alpha. Because of her resemblance to Sylvia, she had free access to every part of the Wargspire Pack—even places I was never allowed to enter.

“A-Aurora… that bitch… she’s back! She’s alive! She called me… she said she came back from hell to haunt us! To haunt us for what we did! I saw her, Richard, I swear! A silhouette, right there in the doorway! She’s back! She’s back!” Her voice rose to a hysterical pitch as she shivered uncontrollably,scanning the shadows for a specter only she could see.