Red-eyes Black Dragon Deck Novels & Stories

Dragons were ruthless, demon spawns of Satan that destroyed everything in their path, but oh were they some of the most gorgeous creatures on this planet! Tora, my mate, showed me some pictures that her sister had taken of her dragon before. I was in complete and utter awe of her. Her scales were the color of dusk, when the dark blues and purples mixed with the black. They had a metallic shine to them making them look like they had stars everywhere. Her eyes, oh goddess her eyes, they were the color of the most beautiful sunset. That perfect blend of dark yellow and orange.

she shouted. Two warriors dashed away. But it was too late. The black dragon spirit burst from Lyran’s chest — a shadowy, smoky figure — roaring with fury. The room shook. Books fell from the shelves. The chandeliers above cracked. Lyran opened his eyes. But they were no longer normal. They were glowing red — like a demon’s. He sat up straight and stared at Prese with a blank, hollow gaze. "Alpha...?" she whispered, stepping back.

Alpha Boris’s eyes stayed a second too long, then moved on. I blinked. Did I just imagine that? He continued. “You all know the summit includes the six Great Packs of the Wolf Kingdom.” A quiet cough interrupted him. “Well. Five,” he corrected. “The sixth never attends.” I felt the shift then, subtle but immediate. People stiffened. Even the warriors. “BloodClaw,” someone whispered near me. The name alone made my stomach drop. Alpha Boris didn’t elaborate. He didn’t have to. Everyone knew the stories. Even the pups.

He channeled all the spiritual energy from his Drakeborne lineage into his eyes, intensifying the power of his ocular technique. In that instant, black dragon-shaped fire manifested in the Draconic Field World. These flames enveloped the descending killing intent, systematically consuming and purifying it until it was utterly extinguished.

Alive. Lylah froze as a pair of molten red eyes emerged from the shadows, glaring—smoke curling from its enormous nostrils… She didn’t need to see more. The silhouette said it all. It was a dragon. A real fucking dragon.

" Go past all limits!" If I looked into Draven's dark blue eyes, I saw... every breath, every thought... Join us. We need to stay together or everything will be lost. I took a quick breath, and strength came back to me. There were chains of silver light around the master's molten body that held back its tentacles and red core. As sparks of red, silver, and black metal hit the molten red, a fierce storm broke out that tore the forest apart under our feet.

Right before his eyes, the chains holding the dragon began to snap as the dragon shook it's huge self a bit, especially the place where Hiro's blood had touched. With a slow, deliberate movement, the dragon unfurls its majestic wings, stretching it out. The cave they were in began to tremble beneath its claws as the dragon rose, shaking off the torpor of its thousands years long slumber. Opening its eyes slowly and staring right deep into his eyes were the deepest and darkest onyx eyes to ever exist, with red dots in it. The dragon was a mesmerizing blend of ancient power and mystical elegance. Its scales shimmers like polished obsidian.

He is the vice president of the Black group. "The final presentation is on my laptop. Get my laptop ready," Kael instructed his assistant, Lena Steward. She is in her early twenties. She is a low-level dragon with limited powers. Dragons are three types: black, orange, and green. Alpha Dragons are black, while mid- to average-level Dragons are orange. Dragons without a beast are green. They have heightened senses, but cannot shift. "Yes, boss," Lena replied. She pulled his laptop from the laptop bag while she entered the private elevator with Kael and Michael. The moment she removed the laptop, water started dripping down from the laptop.

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.

While they did inherit the ancient dragon bloodline, they also inherited some similar appearances that made them look like a dragon. Closest to her left was the Mother Queen, Pentunia. Her eyes were not as a human's but as a yellow-eyed dragon. small red scales covered around her eyes and freckled onto around her top of her cheeks and her eyebrows. her long Dragon like nails gripped around her cane. They were perhaps 3 in long and curved. A long terrifying set of a dark red wings were attached to her back. they were folded but yet we're noticable by all who stood in the church today.