Red-eyes Black Dragon Deck Novels & Stories

The audience seemed to be frozen solid, and red smoke escaped each one of them as chants filled the room. My heart raced against my chest and looking down, the ground shook beneath our feet before my dragon, Crystal, appeared. Her eyes were a deep shade of dark red and though she was still tied, she growled, kicked, and fought. She didn’t even seem to notice that I was standing right in front of her.

The cover had an embossed phoenix on it, and a few gems in gold settings to highlight some details. Ash had done some research on the stones as they had intrigued him, the eye was a fire agate, red and orange with hints of green. The tail feathers had a stone in the centre of each of them, either fire opals, red with a hint of iridescence. Or ‘Dragon’s Breath Opals’, red with hints of blue in the right light. While these were made of glass, they were possibly the most interesting stones. They were all beautiful and made the whole book look very impressive.

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?!"

“There are three cards that signify different meanings. The BLACK card is the most common; it’s the one you get when you get invited to a fight. This BLACK card comes with a written letter, the time, and the location for your pickup, and at that exact time, you’ll be brought to the fighting ring where you’ll fight until one of you dies. After this fight, the sum of 50 million dollars is given to the winner in cash, alongside 50 investors’ 1-kilogram gold bar, which weighs about 32.15 troy ounces, with an approximate value of $130,000 - $140,000.” “The RED card. Not very common, it’s only given to players who have hit the top list and survived several fights. The RED card means the final figh

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."

He has suffered enough. Five dragons. The sight amazes me. Two red, two blue, and Tahr's silver. Ashrac is not with them and I feel bad that I cannot ask him to forgive me too. He'd be a teenager now and an even bigger handful for his parents. A smile curves my lips before it drifts away.

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.