Red And Black Dragon Wallpaper Novels & Stories

Her hands were clenched at her sides, her dark red nails trembling faintly as she fought to contain her anger. Opposite her, Dragon leaned casually against an antique wooden desk, his cold gray eyes gleaming with cunning. He wore a black shirt with the top buttons undone, revealing a glimpse of his tattooed chest, and dark trousers complemented by a leather belt with a gleaming silver buckle. His silver watch caught the faint light, and his tousled black hair gave him an air of unrestrained danger. "Enough, Dragon!" Jenny exclaimed, her voice choked as her luminous eyes radiated fury. "Can't you stop your ridiculous games for just one moment?!"

Nat stood before a wide window, staring out at a rocky mountain range illuminated by a red and orange sky. In the distance, two dragons chased each other through the air, bursts of fire punctuating their attempts to char each other beyond recognition. Occasionally, one of the lumbering beasts would collide with the mountainside, sending a boulder or two tumbling into the valley below. While the red dragon seemed to have the upper hand at the moment, its elongated neck and sharp, black talons formidable, the smaller, more agile black dragon was able to thwart his foe by darting around behind him. Nat was secretly cheering for the black dragon as he could identify with its underdog position, b

That's what I was thinking before I entered inside. I crossed the corridor in a hurry, not wanting to be seen by anyone right now. I finally got to my room and opened the door slowly. A black and red combination was, what the theme of the room was. A queen size, perfectly made bed, was placed in the center of the room, with black covers and red blakets. A matching dressing table, was placed at the far left corner of the room. All the black and red curtains were drawn, to hide the glass walls of the room. The left side's glass wall gave the view of the lake, the right side's wall gave the view of mountains and the rose garden.

Thunder rumbled, but the sound was distorted, almost sentient. On a vast open field stood a creature of pure nightmare. Shadow Scale. The massive dragon towered above them, its body covered in black scales that absorbed light. Each scale shimmered like shifting shadows, alive and breathing. Its eyes glowed a deep, hellish red—radiant, intelligent, and hungry. Its wings stretched across the field like a living eclipse, blotting out what little light dared to exist in the Demon Realm. Shadow Scale snorted, releasing a cloud of red mist that corroded the grass instantly.

She walked up to the dragon, then around her, accessing her. The beast lowered her head, observing her too. Belladonna was in awe of this magnificent beast. She had two colors. One side, a slivery white and the other, blood red. It was far massive than it was when she was some steps away. She didn't touch her, she wasn't brave enough to take that leap yet. Finally she stood in front her and the dragon lowered her head, looking straight at her. Then she saw her eyes and she immediately felt like she was under a spell just by looking at 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.

I heard howls and roars as I saw the other dragons dropping our allies softly from over the wall that was still standing. Our allies tore into them, Vampires were attacking each other, and the magic users were casting spells, one right after another. I heard a roar to my right and saw my brother free falling in my direction. I shift my body to look to my right and see a black dragon and a red dragon barreling towards me. I roar and advance on them, Onyx dives onto the black one and digs his talons into his spine, making the black dragon cry out. I see the red dragon look over at the black one and attempt to help out but before it can I chomped down on its left wing and pulled. Hearing bones

Covering my clavicle and upper part of my breast in front, and went down to the shoulder blade. The dragon was right in the center, in a defensive position, his red eyes holding a promise of death if you dared to approach, smoke coming out of his nostrils. He was surrounded by an intricate model. There were flames, stars, moon, swords, the mansion, treasures, and so on, all connected within ivy rings and curls. It climbed on my body fading at the edges. The mark was colorful and glowed slightly, making the illusion that the dragon was moving. It was pointless to try to cover it so I made a ponytail and headed to the kitchen.

Before it had been purple, but now it is black. I thought it was due to the distance and the glare of the sun. It didn’t take me long to realize that that mark had simply changed colors. While I knew more than I had about Dragons in the past year, I didn’t know anything about why a dragon mark would change colors. It wasn’t a tattoo and Cyran had mentioned that he had had it his entire life. All Dragons had some form of mark on them. Even Kellan had a similar tattoo, except his was green and on his left bicep. Since Kellan had his shirt on, I couldn’t see his mark.

I walked to the DVDs and saw it was all locked with a password system. What caught my attention in the room was the big poster on the wall. It stood above the bed taking over a huge portion of the wall. It was the picture of a dragon just like the one I had seen on his back. This wasn’t creepy at all. Nope. It was normal behavior for a grown-ass man to have a poster of a dragon in his room while having a replica tattoo on his skin. Nothing strange about that.