Red-eyes Black Dragon Deck Novels & Stories

Before Alex could answer, Freya said in a delicate voice, “This isn’t a Gimmick Puppet. This is a zombie refined using a living human. Look at its eyes. The pupils are golden, right? This is a golden-eyed Golden Zombie with infinite strength.” When Darven, who was hiding far away, heard the words, he smacked his head. “Oh right, Miss Mayer, your Exorcist Dragons specializes in fighting zombies. You should have a way, right?” Freya took out a black-and-red wooden stick with a pointy cone in the front and a sculpture of a dragon throne at the back. It had grains that looked like dragon scales all over its body.

Truth be told, most Orangelo felines wouldn't try to work with an Orangelo spell-casting deck in the first place, but only a crazy tom would attempt to work with it after a Black-fur hex. Still, Hades set his paws on it and began chanting over it without a second thought. The cards' back design turned from rich orange and red to black and purple. Black hexing flecks danced around them like tinted bubbles. Handing them back to Jinx, the Orangelo nodded and spoke an ancient word of gratitude that Hades only ever heard him utter once before. The tom held his cards out in both paws and drew the card he wanted without shuffling the deck because it was somehow the top card.

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.

Folding it neatly, he dropped it on a stomp he found seated by his left. Taking deep breaths with eyes closed, he folded his hands behind him with a calm and composed demeanour. He opened his eyes, feeling the red flecks come alive in his grey eyes. The red was a part of his eyes that existed as part of the grey, appearing at the border of his black pupils, mixed to give an alluring appearance. The obsidian was just a temporary fixture when his animalistic side was fast surfacing. They were proof of his supernatural existence, the red a constant reminder of what he was.

He spoke, "Because it's all equally black." Evelyn shook her head with a sincere expression and said, "Because it's all equally beautiful." Saying so, Evelyn signaled Agarez to raise his hand, and immediately afterward placed the pure black gem into Agarez's palm. His hand was a sharp claw belonging to a dragon type, covered with hard and tiny scales, the sharp edges glowing with a light cold light, this pure black gem lay silently on his palm, it looked to complement his black scales.

Visenya replied. Lucian ferociously erupted from the gravel like a volcanic blast, sending rocks and debris hurling all around them. He roared viciously at Visenya, causing her fur to whoosh from the velocity of its gust. For the first time in ten years, Lucian and Visenya came face to face. She looked into his large, yellow reptilian eyes… eyes that looked awfully familiar. She examined his crimson red, scaly skin. There was only one red dragon with orbs of gold like that. She got lost in those eyes and fell into a dazed state of euphoria, where gravity ceased to exist, making her feel weightless, like she was floating on a cloud.

“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.

Kael’s head jerked toward the door. “He’s coming.” The air grew heavy. I could feel it, a magnetic pull that made every nerve in my body tighten. Footsteps echoed, slow, deliberate. Then the door opened. Draven Blackflame filled the room like he owned the world. He was taller than I remembered, his presence bending the air itself. His hair was black with streaks of crimson near the ends, his skin bronzed by firelight. Those eyes, molten gold with dragon-slit pupils, locked on me and didn’t waver.

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.

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.