Red Eye Black Dragon Mga Nobela at Kwento

The ground beneath us began to tremble, and we knew that something was coming. That's when we heard it. A deafening roar that shook the very foundations of the earth. We turned towards the sound, and that's when we saw it. A massive creature, unlike anything we had ever seen before. It was a dragon, but not just any dragon. This one was different. Its scales were jet black, and its eyes glowed red with malevolent power. I knew then that this was the true enemy we had been fighting all along. The one pulling the strings, controlling the dark magic that had consumed our pack leader.

I say as I laugh. The black dragon lunges for me as the gold dragon stops him with a growl. I watch as the dragomans eyes change from a beautiful shade of blue to pitch black as I laugh. Loving the reaction that I got from him I decide to go ahead and continue as I step closer to the back wall.

He grinned. Before anyone could contemplate what was about to happen, a deep roar shook the earth. Sending all of them backwards. Slamming them into trees. A black giant dragon suddenly and slowly emerged from the other side of the forest. Approaching the scene stealthily. Its rough skin was dark as obsidian and long claws which could cut through steel. Its eyes burn brightly like hot coals and an earth shattering roar left its mouth, its razor sharp talons which could tear through anything. The sight of the dragon sent tremors through the men and they retreat carefully.

Her big golden eyes turn looking at me directly, and for the first time I notice that her eyes look as though they are swirls of golden lava moving. “Is everything ok? Your looking at me funny” I laugh “Sorry, your eyes they almost look as though the colour is swirls moving” She blushes once again, looking down at her hands “It’s from my fathers bloodline, Blackstorm that's why our eyes look as though its a storm with the swirls” I can’t help but smile at her, I could listen to her all day; Focus Darnick for goodness sake.

***** As Astrid and Phoenix found themselves enveloped in the warmth of the shower, the steamy tendrils of water swirled around them. Astrid's eyes traced a path down Phoenix's back, following the mesmerizing lines of a majestic black dragon tattoo that adorned his skin. The dragon's head was a focal point of the tattoo, its features fierce and noble. Eyes that seemed to follow Astrid's gaze held an otherworldly intelligence, while its sharp fangs hinted at the creature's primal nature. Its neck arched gracefully, giving it a regal posture that commanded attention. From the powerful shoulders down to the tapered tail, every contour of its form spoke of strength and resilience. The artist had

Trenton asked, taking a few steps back. “Okay, I see your point. While I don’t believe my father would have done that, I will take your word for it. Since you can turn back time, I will want you to show me what really happened back then, but later.” Cyran answered Trenton, as I held my breath to keep myself from throwing up. “First, let’s get rid of that black Dragon Mark.” Trenton waved his hand and a female, about my age stepped forward. She looked tiny and I couldn’t imagine that she was able to contain a Dragon within her. I knew there were female Dragons, but this was the first time I had seen one.

A suffocating, terrifying aura crashed down on my shoulders, so heavy it physically forced my head to bow. Alpha King Dragon Blackblood stepped into the light. He was a nightmare carved out of muscle and bespoke Italian tailoring. Standing well over six-and-a-half feet tall, he moved with the lethal, unhurried grace of an apex predator. His face was ruggedly handsome, marked by a harsh jawline and dark, slightly greying hair, but it was his eyes that froze the blood in my veins. They were a violent, swirling amber, practically glowing with an unstable, feral madness.

A second later, he landed on the ground far away from me and immediately, a few rocks around him turned to ice. When I saw his face clearly, my heart skipped. His eyes were red. Not flashing red, pure red. Instinct screamed at me to run, but as I stared into those horrifying eyes, all I felt was that same pull in my chest. “Why are you out here?” he demanded in that strange voice. "I-I needed fresh air." I managed to say. Draven stood still, staring at me with those inhuman eyes. The intensity of his gaze sent a shiver straight down my spine.

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.

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