Blake The Red Dragon Novels & Stories

“Why don’t you just fight me, anyway? Or are you as pathetic as your father? He used to talk about honour and chivalry too.” “Because those are important things for us to have as dragons,” I reply through gritted teeth. “The world and Annwn have rules we must follow. You know this,” I add, reaching out to grip him by the shirt. “Now, accept my challenge, Hafgan! It is your destiny to recognize this moment!” “No,” Hafgan chimes heartily. “You can’t make me accept such a fight. I like this body, so I think I’ll stay.”

I have had this conversation with Uhtred about bringing Breda with us to Mann but I wanted to see if she truly has that Viking instincts in her, to go that extra mile and win the prize for herself. I partnered up with a young wolf he looks to be about sixteen, sandy blonde hair a little messy, toned but not overly muscular figure I think that might be because of his height though and is a little too confident cocky even but I guess that is to be expected from the Gamma's son, always trying to prove himself, so I thought he would be a good candidate to show how challenging this game can be especially at my side, cause we all know I like to play dirty. “Blake, you need to follow my every move

The bare-branched trees won’t serve as a proper cover for anything and then I look up in the sky… My breath hitches when I see the white dragon, An arctic dragon, ethereal and lithe as it flies not too high up. Its shadow covers me momentarily. I stand there mesmerised as I watch it fly for some time with a strangely thudding heart. The afternoon rays of the sun reflect on its snowy white form, making the greyish-white wings look veiny and almost translucent and making it look more majestic. An arctic dragon is as rare as a basilisk. I feel my heart lodge in my throat when the beast slightly tilts its head, its beady black eyes meet mine. Its gaze narrows slightly before it veers and begins

I introduced Molly to them and let them know that only Molly was permitted to attend to Luna. Molly was a red dragon from Aspen village, calm and composed. I began to think, if only the black dragons were as calm as the red dragons, then we wouldn't have as many problems in our dragon packs. However, the dragons all wanted to show off their superiority and suppress the others. I knew the reason why the North wings were fighting for more power was to invade all the lands and kingdoms of the humans.

The Commander's voice was calm and triumphant. A sinister shadow materialized behind him, and the two soldiers flanking Caleb were sent hurtling into the crowd of onlookers. The leader staggered aside, revealing my brother with unsettling clarity. A dark, swirling aura emanated from Caleb's figure, his eyes ignited in a fierce crimson glow at the center of intricate black lines spreading across his skin, tracing down his face and neck. Waves of raw power surged from him, palpable in the air, as he took a deliberate step closer to me. He lunged forward with clawed hands towards the commander just before falling to the ground, revealing the man that was standing behind him, a sword hilt held t

I reached beneath my cloak and pulled out a small bottle, then drank its contents slowly. The power burned down my throat. Then I stepped toward the cave entrance. My body twisted as I shifted again. My fur burst across my skin. When the transformation ended, my massive wolf form stood in the moonlight. Red stripes ran across my fur like burning scars. The wolves outside began circling. Good. Let them come. Because now… They would remember exactly why I am called The Red Alpha.

"The bond is forged. Princess Diana Blake of the human Kingdom is now declared the chosen mate and wife to Prince Draven Volk of the Dragon Kingdom. May the Creator guide your union." There was no cheering or music. The moment the words were spoken, two Skyblade Warriors moved toward me at once. “We must depart now, Princess.” They didn't give me a chance to say goodbye. They led me out of the ritual hall immediately. "Diana! Wait!" I heard my father's voice shouting from behind. My family was rushing out to follow us out of the palace, struggling to keep up with the fast pace of the warriors. A black carriage lined with iron armor was already waiting, attached to two giant horses. Beside th

I only hoped nothing had changed. I got to the stairs and watched the scene unfold in the sitting room. My father stood in the sitting room with my mom beside him and some other friends. The convoy came to a halt. One by one, the bodyguards stepped into the house first. The entire mansion fell silent. Even Father straightened his suit. Then the rear door opened again… and Red Dragon stepped into the house with effortless confidence. He looked the same as fifteen years ago: grey hair, dark eyes, a chiseled jawline, and a tailored black tuxedo to complete the look.

I clenched the dagger tightly with simmering rage. "How many did we lose?"I asked again. "None came back alive, my Queen." Adrienne answered again for the fifth time. I clenched my jaw. "You have investigated like I told you to?" "Yes, my Queen. Our sources tell me it was the dragon. He burned them alive at once." I swiveled and glared at Adrienne. "Did they not tell us Neradia would be unguarded?! Did they not tell us the one with ichor in his veins would be away?!" I screamed. His eyes widened and he backed a step away.

Drake agreed. They both shook their hands. Everyone sighed with relief. "I am Drake Hamilton, the king of the winter Realm" Drake introduced himself. "Nice meeting you Mr. Hamilton. I am Blaze Black, the king of the dark realm. And you already met my brother" Blaze pointed towards Brandon who bowed in front of Drake, sensing the power the orange Dragon possesses. "Yes, I already met him. Nice meeting you Brandon" Drake said politely. "It's a pleasure your highness" Brandon replied.