Romans & histoires Red Dragon William Blake

"Did you say there's a dragon beneath the cave? I thought all the dragons died out thousands of years ago?" "You also thought that unicorns and werewolves were legends until a year ago. Here we are living among you now, so who's to say that dragons aren't real and walking this earth as well. There is a great dragon beneath the cave and his name is Draco. Draco is a great green dragon with hot fire and tough scales. His eyes are yellow and his tongue is red and he wants all the world of men to be dead. The last time he saw a human he burned them alive. I think you should tell him that you are a witch. That should save your life."

UNKNOWN FIGURE : Oh my, forgive my manners… I completely forgot to introduce myself A dark figure drops down not too far from where Elijah stood, when the figure arose Elijah could finally make out its physical appearance; the figure was quite humanoid with a few alterations like having a horn protruding from the middle of his forehead, also there were horns protruding out of his elbows with his skin having tiny bumps throughout, his irises where red, his nails seemed like those of a wild beast with a wicked smile on his face… UNKNOWN FIGURE : My name is Draco, I am a member of the NAMED ELIJAH : Draco??... I don’t think I know you and what the hell is the Named?? DRACO : Oh you do know me,

Wren's spirit remained resolute, her determination to uncover the truth burning brighter with every passing moment. "The Divine Being, a powerful entity from a realm beyond our own, sensed the Destroyer's presence and descended upon our world to intervene." The Divine Being's form materialized, its presence both radiant and formidable. Wren felt a surge of determination, her heart filled with a deep sense of purpose. "Meeting the Dragons first, the Divine Being revealed everything to the dragons, only the Dragon king openly disagreed with the Divine being, for he had seen how great and lovely the relationship between his egg and the youngest of the Giants."

Beside her, Drake, the enigmatic shadow mage, his movements a blur as he weaved darkness into a weapon of devastating power. Against them stood Ethan, a once-noble warrior, now twisted into a monstrous embodiment of the Water God's power. His form, a grotesque amalgamation of man and beast, loomed over the battlefield, his eyes glowing with an eerie luminescence. The power of the Water God coursed through his veins, granting him unimaginable strength and control over the very essence of water.

Sindre had never witnessed the two this much at odds with one another. Sixten, an elegant grey dragon, worked as a representative of the dragons with magical affinities within the kingdom. Those with magical affinities often found themselves with a higher status than those without. For they were considered the ones that were most loved by the goddess Alira. Being a holder of an affinity, Sixten is one who upholds prejudice against those without. It was his firm belief that dragons who have no more than an element type are beneath those with more powerful magic. If Alira did not love those dragons enough to bestow an affinity unto them, then why should he.

She just looked at him, but did not reply. Walking over to the nearest chair, she sat down and a sudden humming enveloped her. She shifted into her snake form but was not attacking anyone. I knew she was meditating and divining, looking through space and time and secret veils to get her answers. Humming became louder, and a red sparkly mist started falling on her. She gasped but allowed it to continue. I watched her in awe – she had incredible control. Her eyes were closed, and she looked as if she were sleeping, her body moving gently the only sign she was awake. When she opened her eyes again, they were blood red. “The Tribrid is bound to the Spieta line, by blood and oath. Those who you m

"Yes, I need your help in identifying a creature." The royal advisor looked at the king, confused, "A creature, your majesty?" "Yes. You two, show him." The mage showed the royal advisor the memory crystal. When he saw it, his eyes went wide, "I believe this is a dragon, your majesty." "A dragon? Aren't they a notoriously closed-off and secretive race that rarely leaves their territory?" "You are correct, your majesty. However, they do frequently leave their territory for trade with the elves or the Auhura empire. From what I can tell, I believe this could be just a child."

Imagining he would move forward and pull me between his teeth. Devour me as all the rumors had claimed. Dragons were maneaters. Twisted and crude depictions of deities. Appointed by the devil. But I thought it was all hyperbole. I never thought for a moment the Drogos family could shift into dragons. I thought it was a metaphor for the horror they could inflict. The Drogos family were like dragons. Not that they were dragons. I don't think I could ever look at Thane the same again. He was a monster. A creature of the deep. And everyone knew.

May the Goddess protect Draven. Lightning bolt across the roaring dark skies, flashing against his eyes as if the Goddess was granting him a miracle. Suddenly, the sky opened with a crack of power and lightening, a royal, regal black dragon shooting out of the thunderous clouds, thunder and lightning enhancing its aura. Malric froze. He could recognize that hot, sleek figure anywhere. Even while tumbling down from the angry skies. Draven ! The jet black dragon was a vision summoned from the storm. Drenched. Furious. Glorious. His eyes burning like twin suns.

The power of the Dragon God was so immense that Earth could not sustain it, which was why the Dragon God needed to live in a special dimension. Liam hugged me tightly and promised, "You should return first, Sadie. I'll come back to you once I take care of everything here." The golden light from the sky washed over all the Black Dragons. Everyone knelt and looked up at the light. "May the Dragon God bless the bloodline of the Black Dragons." A flash of golden light shot past, and I vanished from the world. It was a hundred years later. I was having an afternoon nap when I caught a whiff of a familiar scent.