روايات وقصص ضمن Red-eyes Black Dragon Card

Flavius wades through the crowd of dragons until he comes upon a SpitFire much smaller than the rest. Her scales are a brilliant lilac compared to the deep violet of the other SpitFires. She slowly approaches Flavius sniffing his outstretched hand. Flavius uncurls his fingers, reaching for her head. In one swift movement, her jaws snap down on Flavius's hand. He lets out a yelp of surprise but does not try to pull his hand away. Blood drips from the mouth of the small SpitFire. She makes no move to rip Flavius's arm off, which is a good sign.

Jasmine further added in hurry. “Are you sure it will work?” Lieutenant Aldrich questioned and Jasmine replied “Yes! Lycanthrope spell that oracle had casted on people is a RED eyed one, which is tricky yet easy to break” Jasmine replied “What is first RED eyed?” Lieutenant Aldrich questioned Jasmine “Lycanthrope spell can be classified in two different ways, glowing and attacking Claw

The halfling looked up and waved her hand while smiling at Draco, who openly showed his dragon figure. A crowd of sorcerers and sorcerers around Cassia saw Draco's black dragon with their mouth opened and full of admiration. Instead of feeling afraid, they felt a flutter of admiration at the sight of a majestic and graceful creature floating in the air. The red-eyed black dragon didn't look scary or dangerous in their eyes at all. On the contrary, the dragon's eyes were filled with tenderness and love. He flew with joy and was filled with life's vitality.

Her eyes remained half-closed, unfocused, as though she were still trying to find her way back to the room. My gaze drifted between their thighs. Mira's thigh was drenched. She slowly pulled back and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand as though she had simply finished a task. The same dark smirk played on her lips. "See?" she murmured. "Your body never stops craving my touch." Bianca didn't answer. She stared at the ceiling like she'd forgotten how to speak. Then my attention shifted back to Red Dragon. He rose from his chair. Instead of putting his wine down, he threw the glass aside. It shattered across the floor, but he didn't even look in its direction.

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The end of the world smelled of sulfur and crushed violets. Princess Saoirse, the last true blood of the Dragon Kings, stood before the cracked vanity mirror in the servant’s quarters. Her hands trembled violently as she destroyed her birthright. The paste—a foul mixture of river mud, crushed walnut shells, and soot—felt cold and slimy against her scalp. Outside, the sky was bleeding. The Dragon Kingdom of Aethelgard, a realm of glass spires and singing winds, was dying. It wasn't dying quietly. It was screaming under the iron treads of the Empire’s war machines.

His lips pressed against mine, his tongue snaked into my mouth as I gripped his shoulders. Meeting him thrust for thrust, his fingers tightened and I let out a gasp. He pulled back, his silver eyes meeting mine, and he let out a moan. My name slipping from his lips, almost as if he were trying to remind me that we belonged together. “I’ve never seen a dragon with red eyes.” He thrust into me again, his hand moving from my throat to my cheek. His eyes locked with mine as he studied me closer, and I realized that what he said was true.

CARDAN IMy vision swam, tinged red with blood and pain. The Dragon, Aethyros, loomed over me. “You won’t yield?” His voice boomed, echoing the contempt in its eyes. “Such a disappointing struggle for a creature of chaos. You are unworthy of the end I planned.” The massive claw began its slow descent, dragging the atmosphere with it. I tried to lift my functioning arm, to summon the white power one last time, but the well was dry. The dragon fire had scorched my core, draining the last dregs of the Immeasurable’s energy.

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.

The red-eyed monster raised its hand, and from all the corpses in that world—more precisely, the blood of the dead creatures—it flew toward the red-eyed monster. "Hm? You want to take this world’s treasures? I won’t let you! Black Dragon Technique, Black Hole Suction!" Long Chen realized what the red-eyed monster intended to do. Using the power of the Black Dragon, he opened a massive hole in the sky, causing the sky to darken as all the corpses and blood that had been heading toward the monster were sucked into the black hole. "Agh! Damn it… Damn it… Damn you, Dragon Emperor!" The red-eyed monster screamed in rage at what Long Chen had done.