Hot Red Dragon Archfiend Novels & Stories

But that wasn’t what stole my breath. Standing before us, massive and impossible in the rooftop lights, was a dragon. A silver-scaled, ancient-eyed dragon. Watching us. Calm. “Soren,” I breathed, my voice barely there. “He’s called Obsidian. He’s a friend,” Soren said proudly. “He’s our ride.” Before I could decide if I was hallucinating, he was lifting me onto the creature’s surprisingly comfortable, leathery back. Obsidian shifted, muscles rolling beneath us, and then—with a single, mighty push of his wings—we were airborne.

When he wanted to, he could look like a purely murderous creature. His dragon was equally as impressive. He was still small, considering he was only seventeen, but he was a deep ruby red dragon. Garren confirmed that he was a fire dragon, and with time he would be able to emit enough heat to melt gold with just a touch of his fingers. He could already make small flames form in his palms.

He started to squeeze Louis's neck tightly. Louis started to struggle to free himself away from Drake. But Drake is furious and all he wanted to do right now is kill the man in front of him. By his scent, Drake immediately recognized the other man as a red dragon. Red dragons have a very sinister smell associated with them. "A stupid red dragon" he roared angrily. Louis became purple with a lack of oxygen. His strength is a no match in front of Drake. He is the most powerful living dragon in the world. Soon Louis stopped struggling and Drake let him go after he confirmed that the man is dead.

Everyone gets up from their seats and starts running to the door, Harper, Jane and Father Frank and the bridesmaids take the back door to escape “I am the Arch-fiend, the Despoiler of Worlds; Abaddon, God’s right hand and by my hands shall the false Emperor fall. I shall not be mocked by a mere mortal!” he roars loudly and starts to transform into his true self He develops big fangs, a huge black razor sharp wings pop out from his back, iron breast plates that cover his chest, a tail that is 2.5 feet tall and at the end is a scorpion's stinger, he has two small horn protrusions at the centre of his head and two insanely huge horns protruding from his forehead and razor sharp claws that could

The Monster and the Flower. After he nodded, I began delivering the story, "Arden, the name of the snake dragon who is our novel's male lead. He is the most powerful dragon on Mount Tateyama, one of Japan's holiest mountains. Arden has the ability to shapeshift into a human form in order to deceive other civilizations and conquer it. After conquering those nations, he will turn the population into slaves and murder all who oppose him.

The red light stopped the evil dragon, but did not stop the magic arts of all kinds of the Orthodox Paths from hitting the huge body of the evil dragon. However, hundreds of thousands of attacks were as endless as a meteor shower. They could destroy half of the city in the world, but compared with the monstrous Demonic Dragon, they were like scratching an itch. The evil dragon just twisted its body in annoyance, as if these attacks made it extremely uncomfortable and angry. "You bunch of ants, you've successfully angered me." "Roar!" The demonic dragon suddenly roared as it opened its mouth, spewing flames through the red bangle. It was as big as a sea of fire, and it was an amazing purple c

The battle between the Astral immortal and the dragons continued, sending surges of power through the air. “What is this?” someone asked, unable to comprehend what was happening. In the next moment, the Astral immortal was struck hard by the blood-red dragons and sent flying. He spat out blood, his face turning pale. The blood-red dragons continued their relentless assault, their massive bodies and immense blood energy pounding the Astral immortal with unyielding force. The Astral immortal’s expression grew grim as he suffered severe injuries. He coughed up blood repeatedly, teetering on the edge of death and wracked with excruciating pain. The dragons before him radiated an overwhelming sen

Flames and sparks spread like a doomsday catastrophe, destroying everything in their path. After the explosion, two old men in bright red robes with flowing red hair appeared in the void where James and Harper had stood seconds ago. One of them was tall and thin, the other short and plump. They each had a hand behind their back, exuding an intimidating aura. The tall, thin, red-haired man was surrounded by nine fire dragons, and the short, plump, red-haired man was encircled by nine ice dragons. The two radiated with red and blue light, which intertwined to cause a great spectacle.

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

We don't hit the ground because I toss her high into the air and shift mid-jump with plenty of time to catch her in my talons and fly to the closest vortex that will take us to my realm. My dragon is almost identical to my father's. We are the Red Clan and the mightiest of warriors. My uncles Laryn, Sarn, and Tahr are blue, purple, and silver respectively. It's not that red dragons are better than the other breeds but we are smarter, or at least my father and I think so. My uncles are not really my uncles by blood but after what they and my parents went through with the dragon curse that's now lifted, we're as close as any blood family. They'll be happy to see me settled with my own mate, an