Red Eye Black Dragon Novels & Stories

Onder de saw his wife who was carrying her child standing in front of the tent before they came to see them, a scream came from behind. Everyone screamed and rushed outside to run for safety. Onder de is seeing what the situation is. Onder de found people running away from the place where he was talking to the leaders of the group and there was a huge giant dragon with 3 heads. It was dark black in color, the head in the middle had horns, the left head had whitish blue eyes and the other head with The fiery red eyes of the two of them had no horns. Both wings spread over his body. The dragon started spitting out flames that burned around, the other head spewed out thick dark green smoke that

“R-right...the dragon...” We both wait for the huge creature to reveal itself, and I’m relieved when it turns out to be a light blue, almost white female dragon. It locks its red eyes on mine before looking at Amber. Satisfaction washes over its features as if it has found what it is looking for, and we both watch it shifting into an elderly woman.

He roared, his eyes flashing silver, and lunged at me. My inner beast surfaced. It was no longer a sleeping thing. It was a dragon waking in a cave. My vision shifted. The world became sharper, the colors more vivid. I felt the heat rising in my blood, a familiar, intoxicating burn. I knew my eyes were glowing. They were not the gold of a wolf. They were the vibrant, terrifying violet of the Royal Lycan line. I caught Drax’s fist in my open palm. The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed like a gunshot. I twisted his wrist, flipping him over my shoulder. He slammed onto the mat with a bone-shaking thud.

My men pulled the cords that connect her to the rest of her body. My men were about to leave after the cords were cut, but her eyes suddenly opened. She grabbed one of them and broke his neck, then kicked the others, sending them flying to the other side. Her eye lenses are no longer black like it used to be ten years ago, it is now golden dragon eyes.

He stepped back and away from me, flashing me a small smile before he started breathing heavily. A sudden black mist began to surround him, his red eyes glowing faintly as he growled softly. The fog grew as his silhouette changed in size and shape, making my eyes widen once I realized what I was witnessing. Within a few more seconds I was standing in the presence of a massive, black scale covered dragon. It growled as the men in the clearing all froze, their eyes narrowing as they turned to face the direction of the sound.

He entered my dreams first; deep seafoam eyes with hints of emerald and black invaded my dreams, claiming me. But he was just a man in my dreams or so I thought, because then I met this man, this dragon prince, he was the man from my dreams. It wasn't love at first sight or a dreamy fairytale I read in books, but a strange toxic attraction and it screamed for pleasurable moments. His touches were electric, setting my insides on fire and his eyes.. Those brilliant eyes that held such a unique colour pulled me into his dangerous, yet mystical world, where dragons soared the skies, such marvellous and fascinating creatures that flew onto the high skies and breathed majestic flames of incredible

The woman looked like a woman in her thirties in the mortal world, but she carried a rare noble aura. However, if she entered the secular world, no one would regard her as an ordinary person. Because her eyes were not only long but also wide, which were very similar to that of the young man called Black Dragon. In fact, this was the unique eye of a flood dragon. It was also a feature that could be recognized at once among demonic beasts. It didn't mean that a flood dragon after shapeshifting couldn't hide this characteristic. It was because the Flood-dragon tribe didn't want to.

If Alira did not love those dragons enough to bestow an affinity unto them, then why should he. Lochness, being a proud black dragon and representative of the dragons without affinities, disagreed with these views, thus pitting the two friends against one another. Lochness wanted equality for all dragons regardless of their magical potential. He truly believed that one should not be judged by what abilities they are born with, rather the results they produce.

They looked like rickety monsters, with their glass eyes shot out, sporting a toothless hollow grin, dwarfing her. Her red, ornately embellished wedding dress, slowing her down. Her red dupatta (stole paired on an Indian dress) sweeping the ground, wet and heavy with the slick and rust. With her service Glock 17 handgun, cradled in her sweaty hands, she was quite a sight to look at.

“Invite him into your life. Drink her dry.” Just as Gage opened his eyes, his eyes were no longer the blue color they were, they were black. He lost what he was, and he bit down on her neck. She screamed out in pain, she tried clawing at him but grew instantly weak as the life drained from her. She died slowly and when he finished her body turned to ash.