Red Dragon William Blake Novels & Stories

Said the dragon that was now standing in front of Matthew. Matthew looked at it with awe. “You’re a dragon.” “A Dragon Emperor. My name is Draco Blair, the Dragon Emperor of Destruction.” His voice was filled with pride. “Draco.. I have heard about you.” “Of course. Nevermind that, as I said, I am one who brings destruction. Your power is sourced from mine, but your power is not the same as mine.” “What does that mean?” Matthew asked. “I cannot explain it, but simply said our powers are the same and different at the same time.” Draco shook his head. “That’s not the point. What I meant to say is that your power is for destroying, not protecting.”

Entering what felt like a dream, his gaze was immediately and completely entranced by the most captivating paintings of dragons although only one drew his eye. A bluish grey formidable reptile perfectly captured, crutching as if hunting or something. Its eyes narrowed slits as its sheer gaze weakened his resolve. Somehow felt like the masterpiece studied his every move, every breath he takes and studied his every move. Taking in the beauty that was not there seven give or take years ago. That's when a voice called out and he once more jumped once more. Startled but this time at the mere thought of being caught admiring fine art. ‘’Elementalist.’’

That unfortunately proved to be fatal for Blaze he was unable to reach out to Ember when he was attacked and murdered by a Protogenos. Dragons are Immortals like Vampires but they can be killed by a Protogenos- an Immortal God. Dragons are very social creatures that enjoy being in their own form as much as human form. so procreation was easy a human could as easily carry a dragonkin as well as a full blood dragon. Ember chose to mate with humans and was never able to procreate but Blaze's mate was a full blood Dragon and he had a son named Diaval.

"Please." With another grumble, he begins the story. "Drakon, the king of dragons, fell in love with the daughter of a Goddess. He courted her knowing she was his true mate. When he finally consummated their union, he discovered she had given her virginity to another. He was mated to a woman who would never transcend. In his great rage, he killed her." We both remain quiet until he speaks again a few minutes later. "A dragon's rage is incomparable to anything you've ever seen. Mine is worse. You cannot want to be around me if I'm ever in that condition."

"Her skin tingles at the touch, and when she pulls away, she finds dark streaks where she touched the dragon. The drawing doesn’t move. She touches again, feeling the same tingling sensation spread from that point. When she touches the paper, the ink spreads as well. It covers all of the walls until she feels trapped under the dragon’s gaze. She swallows. 'Is this… real?' She asks herself. The dragon just stares down at her with unblinking eyes. She takes a step back and glances at it. ''What is this?'' Now she pointed with her finger and looked at Bishop Eloise. ''That is the original form of Queen Clementine,' Bishop Eloise said, looking at that mural. ''Means?'' Pawn Clara got a slit on h

An elder men chanted a spell and held the red dragon down with a water binding magic. Eric chuckled and said, "Good. Very good. Let's have you taste my purple dragon." He summoned out his purple dragon. Out of the sky came a large and dark creature. It's eyes was yellow as the sun and it's scale was black with the tips being purple. It was a humongous beast. "ROOOOAAAR," cried the Purple Dragon. "Oh, Eric have summoned his Dark Crystal Dragon," said Theo. "Damn, what's going on? Why is he using his third dragon?"

Those eyes burned like an unquenchable flame, testing her patience and scrutinizing her every move. Dragon sat beside his wife, Olivia, who exuded confidence and satisfaction as she spoke to him in a calm tone. His sleek black hair and sharp gaze made him resemble a meticulously crafted statue. Yet, what truly set Dragon apart was the commanding aura that surrounded him—a power that demanded either respect or fear. Jenny, on the other hand, wore a simple dress that highlighted her natural beauty, her wavy hair and green eyes giving her a captivating, understated charm.

A deafening crack split the air. Lyra’s gaze snapped upward just in time to see the ancient structure shudder, its stone crumbling, its walls splitting apart. And from its depths, something moved. A shape burst free from the ruins - a monstrous, winged form, rising into the storm-dark sky. Its wings unfurled, blotting out the stars, its scales reflecting the crimson lightning flashing around it. Ekreth. The dragon had awoken. A roar tore through the battlefield, shaking the ground beneath them. The storm raged above, red lightning striking the ruined castle as Ekreth soared higher, his massive form illuminated against the black sky.

Cain actually staggered back a step, fingers digging into her shoulders to keep himself upright. For him, it came like a thunderclap through the mate bond, a presence slamming into his instincts like collision with another Alpha dragon in midair. Old. Vast. Not Draynor, not Dawlya, exactly something older than either, threaded with a magic that didn’t care about kingdoms or councils. “What the hell was that,” he rasped, voice gone rough. “Say it again.” She didn’t need to. The Circle answered for her. “He wakes. He turns. He comes.” The room warped at the edges of her vision.

The sky over the Shattered Vale burned with the aftermath of war, smoke rising in black plumes, molten rivers casting eerie light over the battlefield. Soldiers, exhausted and battered, pressed forward, rallying behind the king who now moved like living fire. Verath Dravenor, Dragon King, had fully unleashed his power, wings spanning the horizon, scales glowing molten gold. Every step he took scorched the ground, yet his focus was unwavering, tethered by the bond that connected him to Elara.