Red-eyes Black Dragon Card Novels & Stories

Zelia clicked her tongue as she called Black Dragon,"Oi, Black Dragon, are you still sleeping? Mother ask you something." The Black Dragon's tattoo crawled all up to her left cheeks but it's a mini version that fit her half face. The Black Dragon's eyelids open as his purple eyes was seen by them. Reves and Mae were also shock, they can't also recovered from Zelia, calling the Empress, Mother, then a dragon crawled from her neck all the way to her cheeks as the Black Dragon awaken. Mae almost fainted, thankfully Reves catch her. The Black Dragon spoke, "Oh? What do you want to ask, Empress Zenneth?"

Some of his scales grow in sharp ridges widespread back along its face, growing ever larger down its back and even along the crests of its powerful wings, giving the red its unique spiky look. He flew piercing the thin air, breathing fire in his nostrils with fiery eyes, inside the dragon scales, his heart was beating as faster it could. The topaz-eyed red-dragon scanned every corner of the Black Iris Forest to examine his sister and by the bank of river Fairy Tears, he found his sister who was wrapped up in her blood. Seeing his beloved sister in the blood pool, the glaring topaz eyes changed their initial colour to red in rage. His eyes emitted a drop of fumed tears; he transformed to his

“Congratulations Anand. These are your new cards. Henceforth please use these.” “Please call me Andy.” He said taking one card out of the box and staring at his designation. It looked good and real. “Hahaha! I like you. I see myself in you. After a long time I have met someone as young as you for this job. Here, this is yours.” PS pushed a black wallet towards him. Andy ran his finger on the embossed MK initials of the wallet. He knew it was an expensive brand. He looked at PS with a question on his face.

I can see the rippling muscles beneath their scales and the scars that cover their bodies prove their experience in fighting. My hands come up above my head and a massive circle of flames bursts around me. I jump back in fright for a moment before a few start running towards me again. I gasp when a dragon suddenly leaps over the wall of fire and lands just a foot from me. The dragon was black, the color of liquid ink and had eyes that must have been made of melted gold. This dragon was even bigger than the others, and the power radiating off of him had me wanting to cower in fear.

History was being written then and there, the Calyx pack witnessed the unnatural sighting of the first eye-color changing wolf, with the rank that was considered to be the lowest. Amidst a frenzy of staggered breaths and wildly beating hearts; stood a Red-Eyed Omega, fierce and defiant in all its glory.

When he wanted to, he could look like a purely murderous creature. His dragon was equally as impressive. He was still small, considering he was only seventeen, but he was a deep ruby red dragon. Garren confirmed that he was a fire dragon, and with time he would be able to emit enough heat to melt gold with just a touch of his fingers. He could already make small flames form in his palms.

The guards instantly snapped to attention, their hands dropping to the hilts of their longswords. ​"Halt! Who goes—" the lead guard started, but the words were cut short. ​I didn't give them a chance to finish. I channeled the volatile core of dragon energy directly into my palm, letting a dense, swirling mass of dark crimson and black flames manifest across my skin.

She might not have been right in my eyes, but it didn't warrant an argument in the middle of a human settlement. "Let's not hash this out here where anyone can walk close enough to us to understand that this conversation shouldn't take place between two human girls," I instructed and walked towards where I spotted a boutique. Cyra walked with her arm tangled within mine but didn't comment. She was the Heir for the Ignis. The fire dragons. A few years younger than I am, with a tall slender frame and untameable red hair. By all accounts, she was stunning, but a very wild spirit to tame. Except when it came to her views on humans and dragons. Those were very rigid lines in her book and lines sh

Nathan lifted his face towards the sky to release the fire from his mouth. The fire divulged from his huge mouth and she squinted her eyes to see such bright light in the darkness. The whole area lit up with his fire. Then the dragon closed his eyes and switched his mode to the cold one. His honey scales began to turn blue and his skin was turned black. He was the dragon in black with blue scales. His eyes were ice blue, giving the hues of several oceans. He released the ice from his mouth, the frost so cold that the white smoke produced from his nostrils.

"It's a Waborri tattoo.The Japanese see dragons as benefactors and protectors of mankind. Dragon tattoos symbolise bravery, wisdom, and strength. Black dragons are associated with experience and wisdom. Green dragons are associated with nature, and gold dragons represent value and a variety of virtues." My eyes drop to his tattoo once again. "What about red?" He takes my hand and I gasp. I look into his eyes. He places his hand at the centre of his chest where the flame is shooting out. The corners of his mouth twitch. He's looking at me with so much intensity I feel like I'm going to combust. He inches closer until I feel his breath fanning against my neck. "Danger." He whispers into my ear