Blake The Red Dragon Novels & Stories

Its breath set coals blaze and flames dart from the mouth. Dragons have different sizes and shades. Perun created red dragons, white dragons( also known as ice dragons or glacial wyrms), gold and copper dragons, silver, black and green. All of them have their tasks to protect mother nature but who ruled the best? No other than the Red Dragons lead by their Queen Astra. ~~~~~~~~ "Who among you here have a strange malady? Gather all the weak and old dragons in front of me!" Everyone peeks glances at each other when their queen made a command.

If Alira did not love those dragons enough to bestow an affinity unto them, then why should he. Lochness, being a proud black dragon and representative of the dragons without affinities, disagreed with these views, thus pitting the two friends against one another. Lochness wanted equality for all dragons regardless of their magical potential. He truly believed that one should not be judged by what abilities they are born with, rather the results they produce.

Powerful, undefeated and immortal. "We shall send the firstborn to spy out the human world, to find out what they can use against us and steal the heart of magic from whoever the keeper is. This time, we will secure our victory." Rowal, the sovereign and alpha of the red dragons, bellows his stand on the plan. He is ruthless, cunning and ambitious, silently wanting the throne of power to be his. The gold dragons are just lucky to be favored by their god, their creator, but he believes he is more fit to lead the remaining clans of flying beast.

It wasn't the answer that should have been given, but it was the answer I had hoped for, I felt my the rush of power and with that intense feeling I barrelled towards them and at the same time they pulled out a shotgun. I dared a smile, on these fuckers clearly didn't learn from the arrow, I paced faster towards them and he pulled the trigger releasing a mist that brought me to my fucking knees. "What the fuck!" I rasped each breath feeling like pure agony. "Dragonsbane." Dylan said whilst putting on his mask. "Guess not even you can put up with that DRAGON KING!" The noxious fumes poured in crippling me and I laid useless on the floor as they kicked and bashed at me with their boots their l

“She’s close. She’s almost done with the spell.” “What!” exclaimed the three of them. "How much time?" asked Zachery. “She must be more powerful than we thought. To move a whole mountain requires a lot of energy and magical forces,” said John. Eric summoned out his Blue Dragon and his Red Dragon. “The Blazing Red Dragon?” questioned the three of them. “WOW!” exclaimed Kevin. “Eric, you have the Red Dragon!” Eric nodded. “BREAK!” He broke through the barrier. “He did it! He did it,” exclaimed John.

"Does this one have a name yet, I think it should be Trouble." The little drake pouts, his fists clenched at his sides. "Auntie means." "No," she bops his nose. "Baby naughty." He flaps his little black wings, his wavy hair hanging down enough to reveal the midnight black roots growing to replace his baby curls. As his red eyes glow, his fingertips spark with a shot of lightning. "Ah, I think he's met his match," Primus chuckles. "A little Star-Fire drake," he muses. "Blaze?"

Mom sighed. “That was not a pleasant sight to see,” she said. I nod my head. “It wasn’t at all,” I said. “So, what happened?” she asked. “Well, I left the house trying to look for help, but everyone was dead. I saw some warriors with a man wearing a mask. I begged them to help my parents, but the man wanted me, so I ran, and while running, I fell off a cliff. An alpha took me in when he found me, and he named me Red because of my hair, and I was too scared to utter any words,” I said. They sighed, and I could tell they were sad.

Fresh blood seeps between newly grown scales. “Stop, please stop,” I whisper without realising. I can feel the pulse of his rage through the faint bond formed when I touched his memories before. After ten horrific minutes, both Crimson Drakes lie defeated. The Red Dragon stands alone in the arena, head lowered, breath heavy and smoking. He’s won, but he looks broken. Guards rush in with enchanted spears, chaining his neck and dragging him back into the darkness of the underground cave. Once the event ends, Thaddeus approaches us with a smug, sickening smile.

"They say it lives deep in the caldera, untouched by time. A massive creature. A dragon, essentially." "They say its scales are blacker than coal, and when it flies, it blots out the moon," Freya continued, her eyes glittering in the firelight. "And it only responds to one thing: pure, ancient bloodline magic. That it was the original binder, drawn to a kind of kinship." I was stone cold sober now, despite the liquor sloshing in my gut. Kinship. Bloodline. Easton had just used those exact words earlier. He was doing this on purpose. He was trying to test the waters, to see how we reacted to the idea.