Howl Pendragon Black Hair Novels & Stories

I heard a Snap from besides him and a tall lady in pure black rope appeared besides him. Her head was hidden in a black hoodie and her thick and wavy black hair completely covered her face from view. "yes mistress! " I heard Kai the dragon answered before turning to look at me. His eyes completely different.

In the middle of doing so, I suddenly realized something. Among the Aesir, those with relatively high status almost all had hair close to black. But pure black hair belonged to only two of them: Hod and Shuen.

Magic unlike anything I knew. A girl stood in the center of the conflagration, barefoot and bloody, her silver-blonde hair streaming in the wind. She obviously wasn't Nora. Her eyes, however, molten gold, shining from within, froze me to the spot. Dragon eyes. Like Nora’s, but older, wilder. She screamed. Not fear, but fury. Resistance. A defiance that spanned lifetimes. And then it came into view. A glaive, half-buried in ash. Blackened silver, with red metal that seemed to pulse like raw flesh.

Not to forget her fangs. As for nova, Nova was a striking figure with her dark brown skin and jet black hair. She was tall and athletic, with a strong and powerful build. Her dark hair was tied back in a ponytail, revealing her sharp, angular features. Her eyes were a deep brown, and they sparkled with a hint of mischief. She was a werewolf, and her animalistic instincts were always present in the way she moved and spoke. She was confident, charismatic, and always ready for adventure. She was fiercely loyal to her pack and would stop at nothing to protect them.

The legends didn't do him justice - the Dragon God was even more beautiful in person. Staring at him, I could tell that beneath his perfect exterior, there lies a hidden strength just waiting to be unleashed. The Dragon God’s eyes glowed with a fierce crimson red, and his cropped black hair moved as if blown by the wind. The spikes along his fingers and arms appeared sharp and menacing, but he seemed like he could retract them with ease. If it weren't for the black pants he had on, he would have been fully nude, his muscular torso with the finest of hairs on full display.

Ivy's POV I’ve never seen such a valiant she-wolf in my life. I can’t stop looking at her. Can’t tear my gaze away. Dressed in polished, shining red armor, she looks like the perfect picture of a blazing fire–brilliant and striking. Her long, raven-black hair is pulled into a sleek high ponytail, revealing a sharply defined face with determined eyes that pierce like an eagle’s.

The freezing mountain wind howling through the shattered cathedral doors violently whipped my hair veil across my face, but my eyes remained locked on the intruder stepping through the dense fog. She was strikingly beautiful, possessing long, midnight-black hair that fell in sleek waves past her waist, pale skin, and chilling, calculating violet eyes that scanned the panicked congregation of war lords and elites with absolute, malicious amusement. She wore an elegant, crimson royal gown that dragged softly against the marble floor, matching the crest of the rival kingdom; Drakonvale.

A small, white diamond was embedded in the center of her forehead, catching the light of the fire. She wore a simple black garment that flowed around her like ink. I wanted to ask if she was the priestess but As she began to walk toward me, something impossible happened. Her white hair started to change. Starting from the roots, a deep, midnight black began to bleed down the strands. By the time she was standing three feet away from me, her hair was as black as a raven’s wing. I staggered back, my eyes wide. “What manner of sorcery is this?” I thought, though I accidentally let out a small gasp. I held my breath, my heart racing as the Priestess began to circle me, her eyes scanning me like

A tremor rolls beneath it like a beast stirring in its grave. Then I see it: a mural, buried under centuries of soot. A black-eyed dragon with its mouth open wide and branded on its neck is the sigil of the Boundless. My breath catches. They were here. “You’re not supposed to be here,” I growl before I even hear his footsteps. Elen steps from the shadows like the wind itself, silent, swift and uninvited. His long braid swings down his back, and his eyes glint like forged silver.

It spins and takes flight, Vulcan turns in time to see it take to the skies. “Ivor, thanks, Little wolf be safe” Vulcan says, pecking my lips before shifting mid run into Pyrrus, his dragon is massive, far bigger and imposing compared to any the rest. I watch as he takes flight and goes after Ivor. I tun in time to see Denu taking hold of Morgana, her black shadows doing their work.