Red Dragon William Blake Novels & Stories

Like all animals, they can communicate fine without the use of words. And it’s not like the Draco can speak. It lacked the proper vocal cords for it. The Draco definitely did not find it interesting. Not at all. I can give it to you. The Draco perked up at that. The psion stone gave an image, one that is copied from the primordial thoughts that came from the soul realm. It was of a red dragon, much larger than the Draco. The red dragon was sleeping on a gargantuan pile of gold and treasures, so much so that one could describe it as a literal mountain of gold.

Yuri smiled guiltily. "How will you bring this statue-like witch back to life?" Drake inquired. Yuri laughed; I saw Elena muffling her giggle. "Are you not the Dragon King? Are you unable to employ magic?" Yuri inquired. "I am a dragon, not a warlock or a mage," Drake growled. "What a squandered Dragon King you are. Our Alpha can also wield magic," Yuri laughed. "You want to see the power, you grungy wolf. I'll show you. I can roast you with fire breath like a pig," Drake snarled.

It was then that she remembered, "... You are a hybrid. No, more precisely, you are half-dragon." "Quiet!" She waved her hand at him to shut up and bowed her head again, hundreds of pieces of information filtered in her mind as she recalled everything about the Draconic species as a whole. Dragons were mythical creatures all born from the Dragon of Pride Tiamat, a divine beast at the same level as Asmodeus. From what she remembered, Blaze, Sol's mother, was one of Tiamat's most beloved children, as between all dragons, she was the closest to Tiamat’s element and origin.

At the same time Dracul's eyes are lifted up, gone are the molten gold of the dragon, replaced by an intense fiery red that burned with an unnatural fire. "Dracul." I call unsure of what was playing out. A low growl escapes his lips an he tugs at the chains holding him back. "Shit!" Gulliver groans. "The effects are sinking in quicker than it should, it must be blessed by moonlight." He tugs at the chains harder muttering unintelligible yet harsh sounding words. "Can you fix it?" I turn to Gulliver who has already begun setting up what resembles the prerequisite for an incantation.

Opening the door, I peek out and see the black haired beauty staring back at me. “Hello,” I said, looking down at my bare feet. Not willing to look up, I get distracted when a glowing light comes from my rib cage. Getting this tickling feeling, I lift my shirt and take a look. Blue dragons with ice spitting from their mouths are shaped into a yin and yang sign. The glowing gets brighter, so I shield my eyes before looking down once more. My blue dragons turned into one blue and one red dragon, seeming to battle each other. Shock and disbelief come from the man in front of me. I hear a groan sound from behind him and look around his shoulder to see the same stranger I thought I had dreamed ab

The Commander's voice was calm and triumphant. A sinister shadow materialized behind him, and the two soldiers flanking Caleb were sent hurtling into the crowd of onlookers. The leader staggered aside, revealing my brother with unsettling clarity. A dark, swirling aura emanated from Caleb's figure, his eyes ignited in a fierce crimson glow at the center of intricate black lines spreading across his skin, tracing down his face and neck. Waves of raw power surged from him, palpable in the air, as he took a deliberate step closer to me. He lunged forward with clawed hands towards the commander just before falling to the ground, revealing the man that was standing behind him, a sword hilt held t

Brielle firmly clasped her hand together, almost as if she was praying as the vision unfolded before her eyes. "If salvation is what you seek, then the dragon must awaken it’s blood. Their wings must rise, and the flames must burn away what is rotting. Only a dragon’s flames can cleanse the impure, fire alone can carve the path to peace. Without it, ruin shall swallow everything whole, and nothing will remain but silence and ash." Brielle took a sharp inhale, as if seeing into the future almost made her breathless. "Save the dragonbloods. Save the little child. For in their hands lies the balance of all things; between survival and extinction, between light and everlasting darkness."

That cannot be allowed to finish without my control. I kneel beside the thin distortion in the air and place my palm against the invisible boundary. The seam hums beneath my skin. Not weak. Not broken. Tuned. It is like touching the string of an enormous instrument. The vibration travels through my bones and settles in my chest. Someone is playing this barrier like music. The thought fills me with equal parts admiration and irritation. “You feel it too.” One of the dragons from the other realm steps beside me. His scales are darker than most, almost black in the pre-dawn light. His wings flex restlessly as he studies the shifting air.

"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