Novel & Cerita Red-eyes Black Dragon Deck

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.

Her hands were clenched at her sides, her dark red nails trembling faintly as she fought to contain her anger. Opposite her, Dragon leaned casually against an antique wooden desk, his cold gray eyes gleaming with cunning. He wore a black shirt with the top buttons undone, revealing a glimpse of his tattooed chest, and dark trousers complemented by a leather belt with a gleaming silver buckle. His silver watch caught the faint light, and his tousled black hair gave him an air of unrestrained danger. "Enough, Dragon!" Jenny exclaimed, her voice choked as her luminous eyes radiated fury. "Can't you stop your ridiculous games for just one moment?!"

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 says. "Red like dragon fire or―" "No, it's like red-red." I stare at him. "Cause that makes sense," I snort. He laughs a little. "Okay yeah that doesn't help um, oh! Azazel's scales are the same color as her eyes," he says, and he blinks, and his irises are suddenly flaring red. My eyes widen and I feel something twist deep in my stomach. "Oh fuck," I murmur under my breath, but it comes out in almost a whimper.

Instead, fire rushes out of my hand, slamming against the dragon and pressing it back against the wall as it screams in anger. I stop for a moment, pulling my hand back and looking at it. I could feel the heat of the flames, but my hand is completely unburned. I only have a moment to stare before the dragon screams again, moving to attack me. When I look, I realize this dragon should be white, but instead, it’s a dull grey color and rather than Cal’s beautiful emerald green eyes, this dragon’s eyes are red and very, very angry.

"A dragon crashed down from the sky and burnt it down to the ground!" "A dragon?!" Hayden asks. "Yes!" Daniel's lips are quivering. "It's a Fae familiar. And one of the royal Fae families seems to control it! We expect them to attack the neighboring village next in a display of strength! They are still marching through vampire territory!" Before anyone has uttered another word, I speak up, entirely shaken by hearing this. "How did the dragon look like?" Daniel turns to me, wetting his lips. "It was larger than any other dragon I've ever seen, scales purely black and its eyes blazing red. Fire came out through his flaring nostrils, and the cry is different, louder."

I will look death in the face and spit in its eye. He stands over me-the great beast I spent my life hating. I was told my dragon captor would be blue and he is. Though blue doesn't quite cover the shades of color rippling over his scales. From the fairest blue sky to the dark of the moon, the light illuminates his incredible hide. His monstrous body is larger than I ever imagined. And his eyes. Their stunning blue depths hold nothing but death. "What are you staring at, female?"

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

He roughly ran his hand through his hair and tried to sniff me again but stopped midway and pulled his robe. “Draven… are you okay?” I asked, instinctively moving closer to him. “Why do you fucking smell like him?” He asked, raging. “Aerin only touched Lior—” I tried explaining but it was too late as his eyes snapped to mine. His eyes were supposed to turn amber when his wolf pushed forward but they didn’t. Draven eyes turned red. Why the fuck were his eyes red? A deep, violent red— like embers buried in ash. My stomach dropped. I stumbled back instantly.

] [Necromancer Class skills- Resurrect(Elite) Negate(Elite)] [Dragon Sentinel Class Skills- Innate spellcasting(Epic), Dragon's breath(Unique), Zone of Truth(Unique), Staggering Smite(Unique), Negative Energy Flood(Unique), Living Shadow(Unique)] [Necrosmith class skills- Craft(Unique)] {Blood Domain(Epic) -Vision of final moments, Black curse, Debuff immunity, Crimson veins} {System skill: Analyse(UeX)} {Unique EX Skill: Experience of Another life} {Reduce the MP cost of all skills and abilities to 1}