Blake The Red Dragon Novels & Stories

He looked at her still angry, “don’t create a scene here honey. Get on the bike, I will take you to your team.” She angrily snatched the black spare helmet from Andy. Atleast he had stopped carrying that stupid pink cat helmet. They got on the bike and left for the jeep oblivious to Arya’s prying eyes. **** He was talking to his dad on the phone but was checking out the cop mounting the bike. How he would like to have a piece of that ass! “ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME?” His dad yelled into the phone. Arya sighed, “Yes baba (dad)”

Blake asked as they ate their dinner "Because you are LATENT, that means your claws are small, it can hardly scratch wolves so you need swords" he answered. He taught Blake to use two swords and he has become very good at it. Blake was now lightning fast, he now ten times faster and stronger than any Alpha he could think of.

He had seen Ghaeron forced to retreat from such an attack, and it appeared that Nayara was as affected by their Dark Magic as was her brother. In their zeal to defeat the Dragons, the magic users neglected to notice that Sir Braedon still lived. The wounded Black Knight, horrified at what was happening to the Dragons, charged toward the pair with sword raised. Sweeping past, he lopped the head from the first figure with his sharp blade.

“The township of Scolven is governed by a drakken, he is one the last few that still remain. Being pretty much dead centre in between the borders of the southern imperial side and the northern region ruled by the godking, he has kept his township neutral, not siding with either ruler. He has surprisingly been able to keep his town in one piece, not war-ravaged or sacked by either side and after one hundred years of constant war, the General of the imperials and the godking have built enough respect for him to allow his rule to override their own while their soldiers are inside of his area of control, which is denoted by a set of bright red crystals that unless one is blind to all cannot miss

It matched the ring I had bought her and I smiled as I looked at it. “By the power granted to us we declare Rylee Grey the Drakaina of the Grey Lair and true fated bonded half of Sire Lucas Grey forevermore,” Elder Peter said. I felt the pull towards the realm of the dragons and when I opened my eyes, Rylee and I stood in a cave, similar to the one where I found Baz. There was a soft humming sound and a large black dragon appeared in front of us. I instinctively knew what to do and held my hand out to him where he made a cut on my palm and repeated the process with Rylee. I took her hand and our blood mingled once again.

The dragons became targets in his deadly game, each beam striking with unerring accuracy. The first dragon dropped with a thunderous crash, its body a grotesque heap of smoldering flesh. The second followed, its wings shredded, crashing to the ground in a lifeless heap. The third, fourth, and fifth fell in quick succession, their once-mighty forms reduced to twisted, melted carcasses. The crowd watched in horror. The sight of the dragons' gruesome demise was a testament to Blaze's unimaginable power. Even Rendok, who had commanded the attack, stood frozen, his conviction destroyed, his mind grappling with the reality of their defeat.

Then he addressed the rest of the people present, "Ladies and Gentlemen! I am a merciful Alpha. I believe in second and, in some cases, even third chances. But let the example of these traitors show you how I treat those who decide that war and violence are what they prefer. This is how I treat conspirators, spies, traitors, and those who choose to disrupt the peace of my people's lives, by engaging with psychopaths like Waai Archaíos, a werewolf. We belong to a noble race of shape-shifters, but in the future, if any single one of you decides to come at my people again, remember! That I believe in killing the messenger because it sends a message!" With that, he transformed and revealed his g

“Master, what would you like us to do? You need only whisper your command, and we will follow.” Evrah grabbed the wood harder, her gaze darting quickly from left to right, trying to get a closer look. She spotted a big shimmering black dragon that seemed to be looking right at her. The big eye blinked, its big frame fidgeting a bit. A huge black and silver mass of scales and muscles sat directly across from her, its ginormous purple eyes had her dead to rites, and they both knew it. “Please don't give me way,” she whispered, shaking from fear. She cursed that her curiosity had gotten her noticed. The dragon blinked a final time and averted its eyes somewhere else as if it had heard her whisp

Elaina’s voice strengthened by his presence, she glanced at him gratefully and said “This is Drake, he is the dragon Xavier captured. He has taken his estrus to build a powerful weapon that will reign terror on everyone” Now the reaction was undeniable, the women exchanged stiff looks. Whispers began, it was low and urgent. Drake held their gaze firmly and he said. “Half my power is with him and he is ready to do the worse with it” The silver-haired woman stepped closer, studying him with renewed intensity. “You expect us to believe this?” “You can feel it, powerful magicians can always tell the difference” Drake replied quietly. He was right, they could. “He intends to use what he stole, no

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