Dragon Of The Black Pool Novels & Stories

He appeared to be middle-aged, but the middle-aged look of someone who worked relentlessly on his appearance. Before she realized what had happened Katalea found herself caught in his gaze. She couldn’t move. She remembered the day long ago when her mother stood motionless before her. He broke her gaze and, quick as a whip, transformed into the black dragon. His tail lashed out and found its mark. The black scales sliced through, cut deep and Katalea felt the stinging in her palm. The others jumped away, but Katalea stood there, transfixed. She watched as the blood pooled in her palm and began to drip. It seeped into the ground as if the ground were thirsty. “Move Katalea, he won’t tak

Namio Rankle rubbed his hands together and said, "Honestly, I like you very much. But if I let you survive, my future is always in danger. So you must die today," Another hand came up to grab Hana's other leg. Each stream of black water flowed back inside her body through her veins and spread throughout her body. Hana's blood was black, and her pinkish-red lips were black and gray. Namio Rankle let out a cry, shadows rising from below. A skull has no eyes but can see the direction of the target's movement. Streams of black water continued to hit the floor, and soon where Hana stood turned into a mudflat. "You're crazy, Namio Rankle," the Dragon King shouted angrily. "You dare to summon that

Its golden scales shone brighter and brighter like fire as it stared at the Baron with an angry look. “O Mighty Dragon... Forgive me! I just want to help you guys stay together forever. Isn't that what you want?" asked the Baron. His eyes conveyed fear. "You liar!" cried Drake. “No… No… I'm not!” he cried, his body shaking. The other vampires didn't dare attack, they all just circled around Drake. The Dragon was too strong for all of them. “You think I don't know your rotten wits, Baron? You want to take June's blood so you can beat me, right? Then that spell, you want him to be your slave, right? Don't make me want to kill you in the most pathetic way, Baron!”

At the same time, Harry and Philip staggered back. Harry’s face was full of horror as he stared fixedly at Philip. He laughed miserably and said, “Well, well! I didn't expect you to be so strong! I underestimated you! With such strength at such an age, the Black Dragon Heart really deserves to be a product from behind the stargate!” After saying that, Harry twisted his neck, and another roaring black tiger manifested behind him. The roars made people’s eardrums hurt while the black tiger emitted the pressure of a rabid wolf!

'' "Ok, but that still doesn't answer the type of dragon we are. Do you breathe fire? Or maybe you can control water.'' There was a laughing sound. ''You will find out when we bond, but just know that we are a force to be reckoned with.'' ''I wish you could explain more to me.'' ''Like what?'' ''Our parents.'' ''Nightwing was and still is the greatest dragon there is. There is yet to be any dragon to defeat him. Many have tried but failed. He is a cunning one, with his abilities to breathe fire, disappear in dark shadows, read minds and tell the future.'' Catori gasped, knowing that she had at least one of those abilities.

Wynter said out loud. “He doesn’t know how to come out,” Wynter said. “Come forth child of mine,” Abeloth said. Wynter arched his back slightly as the little dragon separated from him and stumbled over his own legs and fell down on the grass. “You’re so silly,” Wynter said. “He’s beautiful Abeloth,” I said. “This is Echo,” Abeloth said and the dragon stood up straight with his head in the air. He was the same height Wynter was and he looked almost black.

The stakes had just leaped from protecting a castle to saving the hemisphere. Suddenly, the holographic map flickered violently. The red light of the Yellowstone projection warped, expanding upward until it formed a massive, three-dimensional face. The molten silver eyes of Aurelius stared down at us, glowing with a terrible, intoxicating arrogance. "Killian Blackwood," the Dragon King’s voice resonated through the hologram, carrying the scent of sulfur and impending doom into the room. "Your walls are strong, but they cannot hold the sky, and they cannot stop the earth from swallowing your kingdom."

Each pulse of magic was stronger now, responding to the dragon’s presence in Verath, pulsing with urgency and danger. Then, it happened. A beast surged toward her, a massive, black-scaled creature with molten eyes, and Verath moved as one with the dragon inside him. His eyes glowed amber gold, heat radiating, scales beginning to ripple beneath his skin. A roar erupted, not fully human, not fully dragon, a sound that shook the earth and sent shockwaves through the enemy ranks.

Dorian was a man of the world, and this girl was a lot hotter than his slut of an ex, Chloe, that he’d spent the last six months with. As Dorian looked into the Dragon’s eyes he saw that they were a deep, burning purple. His soul was impaled with terror as he locked eyes with this creature. They shone like burning embers, and the monster smiled at him, opening its left mouth to emit a disturbing growl. Whatever this thing was, it sure wasn’t from this dimension. While this monster was penetrating the woman, it was screaming and shrieking louder and louder. Dorian stood there, dead in his tracks, mortified.

They watched us with the mild, bottomless patience of creatures for whom our entire kingdom was a recent event, and there was no hatred in it and no welcome either, only the deep attention of the very old. A sage came to meet us, grey as river stone, moving slow on the stiff limbs of great age. “The black prince,” she said in the old tongue and then, courteously, in ours. “Water dragon and the canines the eye spoke of. She has been waiting for you since the crystal eye lit. She does not wait for anyone. Come.” *** They had given the Rememberer the highest pool, set apart, where the steam rose thickest and the water held the most sky.