Blake The Red Dragon Novels & Stories

Blake had lost his mother to madness, and his goal in the book was to find a cure, so maybe Vera could use that. Valerian was harder. He was a dragon, and dragons wanted one person and did not share. Well, that had already gone out the window. For now, Vera decided to focus on Xen, then possibly Blake. If Valerian did not come along, maybe that was for the best. She had babies to protect, land to claim, people to feed, and one billion coins to make before the story had time to bite her again.

Alexander, laying on his stomach, lifts his head and scuffs his nose. "Why don't you call out to him? He's bound to be here somewhere! Or the rest of the wolves that were with him as well." Xander suggests. "Someone out here? Who are you?" Blake turns on his heel and glances every inch reachable by sight. A small stir out in the far startles him. Grasping his dagger from behind his jeans he dreads the fact to have to fight anyone. He is tired, worried about Selene, and blood thirsty for Damian's head. The last he wants is to be surprised by someone who dares to cross him at this moment.

She just looked at him, but did not reply. Walking over to the nearest chair, she sat down and a sudden humming enveloped her. She shifted into her snake form but was not attacking anyone. I knew she was meditating and divining, looking through space and time and secret veils to get her answers. Humming became louder, and a red sparkly mist started falling on her. She gasped but allowed it to continue. I watched her in awe – she had incredible control. Her eyes were closed, and she looked as if she were sleeping, her body moving gently the only sign she was awake. When she opened her eyes again, they were blood red. “The Tribrid is bound to the Spieta line, by blood and oath. Those who you m

We don't hit the ground because I toss her high into the air and shift mid-jump with plenty of time to catch her in my talons and fly to the closest vortex that will take us to my realm. My dragon is almost identical to my father's. We are the Red Clan and the mightiest of warriors. My uncles Laryn, Sarn, and Tahr are blue, purple, and silver respectively. It's not that red dragons are better than the other breeds but we are smarter, or at least my father and I think so. My uncles are not really my uncles by blood but after what they and my parents went through with the dragon curse that's now lifted, we're as close as any blood family. They'll be happy to see me settled with my own mate, an

said, “Hmm, maybe. But I would still love to make you beg like a dog.” “Watch your tongue!” Dimitri’s voice blasts through the quiet night air, and my head snaps towards him. He was frightening when he was angry, and he looked genuinely mad. After examining Dimitri from head to toe, the red dragon inquired without amusement, “And who might you be?” Beside me, I could feel Dimitri trembling with rage. He was threatened by Dimitri, who had killer eyes and said, “I’m Dimitri Axel Castellan, the blood Alpha, the last remaining Lycan wolf, and the one who will end your life!” There was a roar of laughter. “It makes sense why you appeared so familiar. I’m not afraid of you, Dimitri Castellan. The

“That’s right. It’s me.” Blake burst into a peal of laughter. “Do you know my biggest wish, James?” James asked, “What is it?” “To kill you!” Blake roared. He went berserk and charged at James. However, he could not move further than an inch no matter how hard he tried. Only then did James notice that Blake’s limbs were chained. Nevertheless, Blake was relentless. “I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you! All these years, I’ve dreamt of killing you. Back then, when you captured me, you were still a little-known general. Now, you’re one of the five commanders-in-chief and the Dragon King…”

Somewhere in the woods there was a small hut and just outside the hut there were a lot of rogue wolves who were burned. Their skin was covered in some white powder that was supposed to help them with the burns. Inside the hut sat Blake, glaring at the fire burning at the fireplace in his human form. ‘She was actually a dragon, and she fucking made me believe that she was nothing but a weak human.’ he thought in anger and looked at his leg that was covered in white powder.

How he was made a dragon elder. But Lucas is new to this place. He looked around the huge stone walls and the three thrones standing proudly at the end of the great hall. He can faintly see that each throne has a colour. It is not quiet visible to everyone, but his gaze is sharper than others. So he saw orange, black, and aqua blue colours, one on each throne. He understood Orange is for Drake, Black is for Blaze and he is surprised to see the aqua blue colour. He is the only dragon born with this unique color, because of his parentage.

“You mean her, don’t you?” “Aye,” said another, leaning close, as if the name itself could summon lightning. “The Red Dragon of Adistaktos. Segrenry Exhugh.” At once the room seemed to shrink. Even the fire guttered. “Segrenry,” the barkeep repeated. “They say she fought the Kilimane Warlord once. Burned him alive, scale by scale, while he was still roaring her name.” “Lies,” muttered a soldier in the corner. “No dragon could kill that beast alone.”

Not easily derailed rouge jumped up that when he let his reserves about his abilities go, well to at least save him from the pending paperwork. Using his fire element favorite origin, rage. With its fur lit in orange ambers, the persistent flame continued to dig until it howled in pain and the scent of burnt hair followed the dog. He released flame to destroy the bustard and for some reason the dragon joined voluntarily burning it, to a crisp. The dog might have ruined a moment or worse severed the growing attraction which could be a twisted form of beastiality, right? It is a shifter there must be a human in there, at least he hopes. ‘’I have to go.’’