Black Dragon Silhouette Novels & Stories

Kael whispered. Rhazion’s gaze never left the sky. “I watched the last of them fall.” The black dragon beside him lowered its head. “We buried them ourselves.” “Apparently” Rhazion said grimly, “they did not remain buried.” One of the shadows moved closer to the fracture. Its face became visible. An enormous dragon with silver horns and black scales streaked with gold. Time and death had not diminished its majesty. And yet its eyes held nothing. No life. No warmth.

Raising her gaze, she looked at the dragon's silhouette and frowned a little. Was it just her imagination? Why did the dragon's silhouette look a little familiar? Her gaze deepened, and she lowered her voice. "Cerulean Dragon?" The dragon's silhouette immediately froze in the air. It exuded pride and superiority originally, but it lowered its head now. Golden light flickered in its draconic eyes as if it were confused, but it was gone in an instant. It floated forward and rubbed Aria's palm with its horn. Her eyes flickered. "It really is you."

His partner was also having trouble fighting with the dragon that suddenly appeared two seconds ago. ‘Who the fuck is his opponent?’ They’d never seen this black dragon. For a dragon, black was an authority color. Their current leader was yellowish color which represented his gold attribute. Roar! Growl! The roar of the lion and the growl of the hyena echoed as both of them rushed toward their sole target. The sand dragon also lunged toward them confidently. The children watching and sensing the ground trembling every time they took a step forward instinctively pictured a powerful collision as they brazed themselves.

An elder men chanted a spell and held the red dragon down with a water binding magic. Eric chuckled and said, "Good. Very good. Let's have you taste my purple dragon." He summoned out his purple dragon. Out of the sky came a large and dark creature. It's eyes was yellow as the sun and it's scale was black with the tips being purple. It was a humongous beast. "ROOOOAAAR," cried the Purple Dragon. "Oh, Eric have summoned his Dark Crystal Dragon," said Theo. "Damn, what's going on? Why is he using his third dragon?"

They were breathtaking. Zion’s was an intricate outline of a wolf howling at the moon, but the details were finer, and she could almost feel his presence within her. Gunther’s red dragon over her left breast moved from lying down to standing, and its tail curled around from her breast to her back. But the one which truly surprised her was Silas. It was the largest of the three and expanded from her right cheek, down her nape, to the tip of her shoulder. Unlike the darkness of his Lias, the mark itself was a soft gold with purple bleeding in, the design similar to hers on Zion and Gunther. Were they a sign of her husbands attachments to her?

He was shirtless, but at least he had shorts on. Nick threw Drago a pair of camo shorts, and he quickly slipped them on. “Surrounded by dragons,” she smiled in amazement. Grigo and Marcu stepped forward with black and gray wings spread out. All their wings spun six feet across, and Madchen could see their talons protruding from their fingertips . Madchen couldn’t find any words, instead she stared, mouth agape. They were magnificent, all of them, and she couldn’t tear her eyes away.

Silhouette Two I had never left my hometown. I had never had any reason to; after all there was everything I would ever need in it. A college, where I had gotten my degree, and a family business I had hoped to take control of one day. But things changed. And I didn’t know whether that change was going to become for the worst or for the better.

The appearance of the "Draft One Silas" was a "Narrative Abomination" that turned the "Unmapped" North into a landscape of shifting chronologies. He stood in the center of the courtyard, a titan of pure, unadulterated "Alpha Arrogance." He wore the original Blackwood armor, polished to a mirror sheen, and his eyes were two solid pools of stormy grey that held no "Biological Remorse." He carried the "True Silver Dagger," and his scent was the overwhelming, suffocating smell of a pack that had never been "Purified."

I was the lowest-born black serpent in the Serpent Clan, yet the Dragon Court's most honored crown prince chose me as his bride. He gave up his betrothal to my sister, surrendered his place as heir, and walked away from the Dragon Court for me. I was moved beyond words and became his wife. But after I gave birth to only a black serpent, he flew into a rage. He crushed our baby beneath his foot, then killed me with a single strike of his sword. As I was dying, I saw hatred burning in his eyes. "If I'd known you were this useless, I should've married your sister!" Only then did I learn the truth. I was the woman of fate named in the Dragon Court's forbidden book, the one born with primord

He is sure this beauty is one among many, who dies to flaunt their figure in front of men to make them drawl all over themselves. He snorted at that thought. After a minute, he heard the shower going on in the bathroom. He is a powerful aqua blue dragon. The legend says that there was only one such dragon in the past few centuries and he is the second. He can conceal himself in plain sight. No matter how powerful a person is, they cannot detect his presence unless he specifically wants them to.