Red Dragon William Blake Novels & Stories

"I'm not asking you to shake hands with spirits, but I think getting more of a grip of as much as you possibly can before shit hits the fan will be in everyone's best interest." I eyed him and nodded. "Alright... but if Blue gets mad, I'm blaming you. I'm still just a kid." He grinned. "If I'm right, you'll be too healed for her to fuss. Eyes closed and dig deep." I closed my eyes, taking deep breaths as I delved deeper into myself. The image of a dragon began to take shape in my mind. Its scales shimmered with iridescent hues, like water. Like a Leviathan. I felt it swimming, twirling and sprouting wings, melding with other parts of my bloodline or separating them.

"Does the name Anne Wilson ring any bells?" Dominus asked. He was the only one with a dragon from where he had come from, his mother had given it to him alongside her powers. "I'm afraid it doesn't," The dragon replied politely. "Is something troubling you?" The dragon inquired. The dragon slowly transformed into a man in his mid-thirties. "The girl is strange. At first, she saw my other self slaying a bunch of people, and now she noticed the black gene vapor. What is she?"

"Hehe. Such a wary child… Not bad, you do have the right to be my apprentice… I am a divine black dragon of the Pantheon, an ancient divine being that stands above all else!" As the dragon finished, his terrible draconic might erupted, bearing down over Caleb's head like a boulder weighing metric tons! "Woah, he sure can boast!" The Coffin chuckled into Caleb's ear just then. However, Caleb had an idea what he was doing and looked utterly calm. The black dragon's eyes widened in surprise. Reflected in his pupils was Caleb, who stood proud and didn't cringe nor shudder in fear as it had expected. "Heh." Caleb smiled enigmatically just then. "The divine black dragon's legacy? Alright, I'm will

"Wait! Here, it says it again." Drake abruptly stood, and River and I leaned closer to hear what mystery unfolded. "Dragons carried the balance of magic." He began reading. "Those of purple eyes held the greatest power and were revered as leaders of the rest." His finger skimmed a few lines before he spoke again. "It says a woman of great power imprisoned one of these majestic creatures. She was a witch and believed to be able to break her bones to morph into other creatures. She was determined to control the balance of power, spending years experimenting on many types of dragons."

"Is this truly your real appearance?" I turned the page towards Alexander, my eyes wide with disbelief. He deliberated for a moment before affirming, nodding gracefully. "Yes, it is indeed my true being." On the third page of the first ever version of the enchiridion was a daunting portrait of a deity which greeted my eyes. It was an image of Dhruv. The god possessed a monstrous horn at the center of his head, fiery red eyes that burned with an intensity unmatched, and a velvety long midnight blue hair cascading down to the ground. His ethereal skin as white as freshly fallen snow. Dhruv, in his majestic Lycan form, emanated an intriguing air of allure, mingling danger with mischief. A smatt

, he chuckled at that, “We need to scatter around and gather more of these if we are lucky we might meet with an elder dragon” *** They sat across each other, pamphlets scattered about before them. “There’s no way in hell these people have a dragon”, Dragomir said. “How can you tell?” "This is a very sleazy depiction of a dragon, this green-looking beast is nothing close to what an actual dragon looks like”, he wrapped the paper and tossed it to the wall behind Raisel, a little bit above her head. “Well, there's no harm in actually trying, we just need to check the dates…"

The one that held me, who’ve I’ve dubbed the village, ‘idiot’, shrugged his shoulders. “THE black dragon, the dragon,” he drawled, “with the disfigured face, the jealous brother of Alpha Adam of the Toboki Tribe, the undefeated fighter of the underground shifter ring. His temper is ferocious, kills everything in sight and gives no mercy who dare try to challenge him. He’s wiped out thousands of rogues with a single blow of his breath.” The leader took a breath. “He is said to be so heartless he left his own tribe to burn to the ground, sitting off somewhere hearing the screams of his parents’ die in the fight to defend their tribes’ homes.” The grip I had on my neck loosened, my eyes wide wi

Chase asked. “The darker the shade, the stronger the beast,” Elder Victor said. “Do not question Typhon’s decision, this bond is for life,” Abeloth said and merged with me once again. “As with the merging of your dragon Sire Lucas, these two gray dragons are immensely powerful and yet their names would suggest that they are warriors as well, Brantley means fire and Abeloth means the creator of chaos,” Elder Michael said as they noted our dragons down in the books. “Thank you Elders,” Lucas said and I watched Chase’s face.

Within his consciousness, Adrian faintly saw a fully red dragon, billowing with clouds and mist, rushing toward him with open jaws as if it wanted to devour him. The violent force swept over, but luckily, Adrian had been prepared. He retracted his consciousness and resisted the spiritual attack. Adrian was astonished. He knew that Almandine seemed to want to break free because of his shallow immortality arts. The Scarlet Dracoblade seemed to be a closed space, trapping the soul of Almandine inside. Even though the dragon violently raged within, it couldn't break free. However, when Adrian probed the sword with his consciousness, he essentially opened a door in this space, allowing Almandine'

King Lucifer’s voice resonated, filling the air with the tale as if when he spoke it came to life before in his energy. “The Dragon of Darkness,” he continued, “was born to represent the creation of the mind. It drew its essence from the Light Dragon, which was linked to the Conscious mind, which represented the act of reception and fertility.” King Lucifer explained. Caspian’s grip tightened on my shoulder, grounding me. His presence was a lifeline as the story’s weight pressed upon me. I stole a glance at Serena, her eyes wide with curiosity. We were all bound by this ancient saga, our fates entwined.