روايات وقصص ضمن Red Dragon Vs Silence Of The Lambs

His partner was also having trouble fighting with the dragon that suddenly appeared two seconds ago. ‘Who the fuck is his opponent?’ They’d never seen this black dragon. For a dragon, black was an authority color. Their current leader was yellowish color which represented his gold attribute. Roar! Growl! The roar of the lion and the growl of the hyena echoed as both of them rushed toward their sole target. The sand dragon also lunged toward them confidently. The children watching and sensing the ground trembling every time they took a step forward instinctively pictured a powerful collision as they brazed themselves.

Landon said nothing. With a subtle shift of his umbrella, he cast a downward glance, cold and menacing. Draco's eyes gleamed with the thrill of a predator as he studied Landon's flawless features. "Do my eyes look like a dragon's to you?" Landon's stare swept over him briefly before turning away as if the majestic lizard were beneath his notice. His voice was frigid. "No." The black fog swirling around Draco thickened, and scales began creeping up his neck. Thunder cracked across the sky as he asked again, his voice sharper, more demanding, "Do my eyes look like a dragon's to you?"

Drake would be the unyielding force by Silas' side as long as he planned to harm them because of a grudge that went beyond life and death. Meanwhile, Silas reclined on his throne within the dimly lit chamber of the vampire citadel, his mind preoccupied with the enigma that was the female Lycan. Drake, his ever-loyal right-hand man, had proven himself to be a formidable asset when it came to gathering information. Silas knew he could rely on his cunning and resourcefulness to unveil the identity of the mysterious Lycan female. He leaned back, the cool darkness enveloping him as his thoughts delved into the complexities of the supernatural world.

He roared, his eyes flashing silver, and lunged at me. My inner beast surfaced. It was no longer a sleeping thing. It was a dragon waking in a cave. My vision shifted. The world became sharper, the colors more vivid. I felt the heat rising in my blood, a familiar, intoxicating burn. I knew my eyes were glowing. They were not the gold of a wolf. They were the vibrant, terrifying violet of the Royal Lycan line. I caught Drax’s fist in my open palm. The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed like a gunshot. I twisted his wrist, flipping him over my shoulder. He slammed onto the mat with a bone-shaking thud.

RICHARD'S POV I never thought silence could scream, but tonight, the walls echoed with it and I find myself drowning in it. The screen in front of me was still and paused at a frame that refused to let go of my eyes — Lyon's wife's face, Sherry, twisted in ecstasy, with a man identified as a rogue, Dragon. His unmistakable grin and moans as their bodies are tangled in a bunk bed. Time didn’t freeze at that moment, it collapsed.

he’s crossing a line, “No!” I yelled, “Okay. Cyrus, this is Richard. Richard, this is Cyrus,” he says as if I don’t recognize my own best friends father, “I know that ass,” I say rolling my eyes, “Good. He will be my business partner I thought you should know,” he says, “You mean the Silent Man’s business. After all, you’re the Silent Man and business means killing and torturing people to you,” he chuckles as he sees me get furious,

he said while dragging her behind him still having a steel grip on her hair. His steps were sturdy as he paid no heed to what the woman was going through and kept dragging her up the stairs, her legs bent, her hands clutched his, tears fell and sobs choked her but he heard none. A menacing bark of laughter followed his movement of pushing her in front of him and a loud clap roared in the silent surrounding. The sky roared witnessing the torment and a loud clap of thunder made the cloudy sky bright. “I… am sorry, I promise I won’t do it again, I’m sorry” she cried, she winced at the pain that shot through her scalp and made her weak. Her limbs trembled as she tried to take in a shaky breath b

I squirted water from a bottle into his face and he gingerly opened his eyes and looked around in complete bewilderment. “Oliver Carnegie, you have hereby been charged with the distribution of illegal substances to humans and have been found guilty,” Felix said. “You’re not dragonkin,” Oliver spat at him. “But I am,” I said as I emerged from the shadows. “You’re a traitor to your own kind,” he said with disgust. “My name’s Ryder Grey and I’ll be your executioner today,” I said as his dragon separated from him and roared at me. “He just had to go there,” Felix said as he leaned back against the van.

From the shadows around his feet, creatures began to rise, twisted horrors of bone and smoke, their eyes glowing red, snarling as they circled the pair. Liam slashed one in half with a clean arc of his blade, while Elena summoned a blazing dragon of golden fire that swooped and incinerated three others at once. The battlefield transformed in seconds into a war zone. Lightning cracked through the sky as Kal launched himself at Liam, the two clashing in mid-air, blades meeting with a thunderous crash that shook the heavens. Elena lifted both hands, a radiant sigil forming above her, sending down a rain of light that turned the shadows into dust.