Red Dragon William Blake の小説・ストーリー

"And he accepted." I clenched my fists. "So James was never born evil." "No." "He chose darkness." The Queen's expression grew solemn. "And now he wishes to become something even worse." She waved her hand. The silver field vanished. A terrifying vision replaced it. James stood before the Shadow Dragon. The Four Generals knelt around him. Above them floated a massive black eclipse. The Dragon spoke. "Bring me the Four Relics." "Then I shall make you a god." The vision shattered.

Frigga, however, let out a soft scoff and turned to leave. But the moment she turned around—before Heimdall could even react—Odin stepped in front of her, blocking her path. He then took her hand and led her back to Heimdall’s side. Heimdall immediately straightened and said respectfully, “Your Majesty.” “Looks like you’re all having quite an enjoyable conversation,” Odin said casually, picking up a silver goblet. “As for the dragon’s appearance, many books describe it differently, each more inconsistent than the last. As for the blue exterior—that comes from an elven seer’s prophecy of what it will look like thousands of years in the future. If I’m not mistaken, what you read was the illust

A dark, terrifyingly majestic tattoo of a black dragon with glowing red eyes is coiled tightly across my chest, its primal design incredibly vivid and lifelike against my skin. "The Blood-Eyed Black Dragon tattoo… That is completely impossible!" Herman suddenly coughs up a massive spray of warm blood, but his mind barely even notices the physical pain. His finger shakes uncontrollably as he points straight at my chest, his entire body trembling with deep, primal fear and absolute awe. "Forgive my old soul… My eyes were completely blind to your true status! My mind didn't recognize your body as a direct member of the royal lineage!" Herman stammers, his knees bucking.

I glanced at the skinny,skin-and-bones little red dragon in the corner and said firmly,"I want him." The moment I said that,the Grand Druid and the beastmen froze. The Naga at my feet shifted into his half-human form,frustrated tears falling from his eyes."You'd rather take a dying little lizard than me?" Chloe and Bjorn looked stunned as well. The Grand Druid stepped forward to warn me."Elena,he is of the Dragonkin.Dragons are notoriously bad at reproducing.Besides,in our ancient legends,they are omens of doom and destruction!As one of the tribe's only two precious females,you must choose wisely."

The dragon blinked a final time and averted its eyes somewhere else as if it had heard her whisper and honored her plea. That was weird. Although the dragon had looked elsewhere, Evrah couldn't help but stare at it. She watched the destruction and chaos it brought to life. The obliteration it seemed to revel in. All of them seemed to be enjoying their devastating results. She had watched them chase folks down, spitting the elements and flame in the direction of her fellows. She had watched as they set everything ablaze, their massive wings fanning the flames as they burned the brightness and vibrancy of existence into nothingness.

As he moves, I see his shape morph and he shifts into a blue dragon only a few inches smaller than Lilliana’s black and green form, his blue scales matching the shade of his eyes. I stand there amazed at what I am seeing, I never even considered that Drake was a dragon too, and now I see it with my own eyes I can understand why they are a better match than she and I would ever have been. “By the Gods!” The people around me exclaim as Drake unleashes his rage against my brothers’ men for harming his wife and I see the men panic and try to escape, but it’s too late for them.

Especially Cash and his gang. Drake’s body grew into his huge demonic form. When Ryder would pale in comparison next to Drake in that form, now he was a sight to behold. Imagine a solid black dragon with scales that would remind you of the galaxy. He walks upright on two feet in a semi humanoid form. His body thick with chiseled armor that looks to have grown straight out of his body. It was black like him, but changes colors depending on the direction he turns. The colors are breathtaking. Like the northern lights, they changed from black, to purple, to blue, to green, and yellow. Spikes protrude from both his elbows. I’m assuming its part of his battle armor. His body was magnificent in th

Naham and Roman were nervous as they clung to their mates, watching a large group of hybrids line up near Atticus. Atticus spoke to his people and promised that their forever home was almost ready. The king looked toward Naham and Roman, but both were too frightened to leave their mate's arms. Atticus smiled at Naham and Roman, and then, the next moment, Draven burst out of his body like an explosion. His long tail stretched out behind his body, and his claws sank into the ground. His eyes burned with fire, and he looked directly at Naham and Roman. The area between his scales seemed transparent, allowing one to see the fire burning inside the large beast. Smoke seeped from his body as his n

"You celebrate too soon. There is only one true dragon in this world, and that is the Divine Dragon of Etharia. The Dragon's Cyclone, created by Mr. Sloan, originated from the Holtrien octagonal formation. "He may have innovated and forged something deadly, but at the end of the day, the old ways still reign supreme. No matter how the younger ones twist it or flaunt it, they always end up bowing to their ancestors." "Break!" With a roaring shout, endless streams of energy around Andrew's body surged wildly backward, shooting upward. These streams all turned blood-colored, crimson, and black. Flames burned across the surface of these energy streams.

What if they were hurting him? Drake shook his head, pushing away the thoughts. “No,” he muttered. “Fred will come back. He has to.” But deep down, doubt clawed at him. The wind outside howled, bringing a chill into the cave. The torches flickered, casting long shadows across the stone walls. Then—a shift in the air. Drake stiffened. His sharp senses picked up something. A presence. He turned his head sharply. Blaze. The red-scaled dragon stood at the entrance, his golden eyes glowing in the darkness.