Blake The Red Dragon Novelas e Histórias

They looked like rickety monsters, with their glass eyes shot out, sporting a toothless hollow grin, dwarfing her. Her red, ornately embellished wedding dress, slowing her down. Her red dupatta (stole paired on an Indian dress) sweeping the ground, wet and heavy with the slick and rust. With her service Glock 17 handgun, cradled in her sweaty hands, she was quite a sight to look at.

Vulcan and Anala, who had just arrived, gasped at the tribute given by Radcliff and Newton to the figure of a young boy who had black hair and red eyes. “It’s him, Vulcan!” shouted Anala while gasping. “I, Draco Black, the last Dragon Prince is willing to take your oath of allegiance, the Fire Salamander-incarnate Radcliff. Let's fight to awaken the dragons and protect Magica from harm,” Draco replied with an aura of majesty and graceful charisma.

There is no time for hesitation today. More enemies surge upward from the streets below. Fae warriors riding dragons. Archers loosing arrows tipped with burning magic. A lesser dragon dives toward my throat. I twist aside and rip his wing clean off. He plummets screaming into the broken street far below. Another dragon circles behind me. I spin midair and drive my claws through his skull. Blood rains down across the battlefield. And still Seraphina’s music continues. I feel it moving through me now. Through the bond.

It was at this moment that he decided to speak for the first time. “Brax Jaxon Layden, listen to my words!” My chest vibrated as his strong voice echoed over the land. “The time is drawing near, you must be prepared. The seal that keeps Hades imprisoned in hell is weakening and soon it will no longer be able to contain him. He will be able to walk among humans and all mythical creatures. Chaos will follow in his footsteps. A plan was put in motion long ago that would give my people a way to defend themselves and help send Hades back to his prison. Brax, you wield the blue flame. A rare ability that is only gifted to trusted dragons mentally and physically capable of holding so much power. I

It’s blue eyes meeting my husband’s green ones as it returns the purr “Blake?” “This is you” Blake said, taking a step forward, pulling me with him. I went to take a step back, but Blake wouldn’t allow me to as he tightened his grip, encouraging me “just like I have Ares, you have…” “Crystal” the dragon spoke. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I lost balance, my vision blurring before everything went blank… **********************************

“The days were long and the work physically grueling. But I told myself that if I kept going, I would be able to come home to you. I would have the money to finally give you everything I promised as a child.” The idea that he had dreamed of her like that was intense. It made her entire body tingle with anticipation. He had thought of her as much as she had thought about him. “So why did you not come home?” Blake looked surprised for a moment before his dashing smile returned. “I was in my eighteenth year when Henrik sent me to retrieve a rare ore from a dragon’s keep. It was for a special weapon that he was being paid handsomely for. He promised me that upon my return, I would be paid handso

The ragged and furious red dragon, Ivan Shirk was very much boiled in his thoughts of revenge for his sister, Nora. The waves of his anger reflected as fire in his every breath. The suppressed wrath made him erupt like an active volcano upon the sight of the witch palace with the Peridexion tree. He wanted to pursue revenge with his heat blaze of fire. He decided to attack unswervingly without announcing any alertness of prompt battle. When the red dragon didn’t receive any positive response from the witch palace, he blazed his fireball again. To his satisfaction, a witch came outside of the palace and used her powers to attack Ivan, the red dragon. Soon Nicoria was accompanied by her flocks

A giant red dragon dozens of meters long jumped up from behind Philip with raging energy pressure and crashed into the seven or eight figures that fell from the sky! Roar! In an instant, the seven or eight figures were knocked away by the red dragon! Fennel held a red halberd that glowed eerily and stood in front of Philip. At that moment, Fennel’s back looked extremely broad. His body was covered with a layer of flickering red light that circled him and burned! “Leave the rest to me!” With that said, Fennel rushed out with the red dragon halberd in his hand.

The one my mother told about in the story. Seeing the diamond graffiti written in dark red liquid on its temple, I know it was that dragon. The vetrik Jihn drakon. Its chest began to appear red as if the beast swallowed tons of coals on its throat. Its eyes glowed dark while its huge snout began to open in what seemed to be prepared to release something.

The red dragon recoiled, its furious roars echoing through the clearing as it struggled against the newfound elements working against it. Seizing the opportunity, Dimitri lunged forward with primal determination, sinking his razor-sharp fangs deep into the dragon's exposed underbelly. With a triumphant growl, he tore at the creature's flesh, unleashing a savage barrage of strikes that weakened its once invincible defenses. The red dragon gauged me with the familiar look of fear. He was at its most vulnerable moment, I could tell. As the dragon bellowed in agony, its fiery breath faltering, I seized the opportunity, brandishing the gleaming silver dagger with ancient runes etched along its bl