Romans & histoires Red Eyes Black Dragon Price 1st Edition

It's perfect. "No, it's not. How are you going to find our mate if you never leave?" She scolds me. Again, I roll my eyes. Who needs a mate? He would have found me by now if I had one out there. I push my long black hair out of my face as I stomp through the forest. My eyes are purple like my dragon. Most people think they're black or dark brown, but if they look closely, they'll see they're actually purple. Not that anyone has tried to look into my eyes. Don't get me wrong, I've been with plenty of men, but they were all one and done. I got what I needed and flew away, literally.

Celina didn't bother, merely fluttering her eyes shut and laying on the bed, waiting to get his hands on her skin. Just like that, the touch disappeared. When she opened her eyes, something looked at her, a dragon right in front of her with eyes pitch-black and menacing - as though they were swallowing every bit of light around it. It spread its wings, glittering pale in the dimly lit room. Celina swallowed, heart, thudding in her chest as the creature stepped forward. The beast looked intrigued by her, turned its head to the side and watched her, nostrils flaring as it seemed to draw in the scent of her. Before she could make a sound, the dragon lifted itself in the air, its wings beating w

Cindy held it out and nodded for me to take it. "What is this?" I asked, feeling hesitant. Creepy or weird didn't adequately describe the tome. Bizarre was close. I n the center of the cover was an eye. It looked real, like a lizard's. A scaly face in a combination of violets and reds surrounded the eye. It blinked then seemed to focus on me. "Can the eye see me?" Cindy laughed. "Probably. The book is known as the Eye of Abernathy, the first and most powerful dragon ever to have lived on Earth."

She walked up to the dragon, then around her, accessing her. The beast lowered her head, observing her too. Belladonna was in awe of this magnificent beast. She had two colors. One side, a slivery white and the other, blood red. It was far massive than it was when she was some steps away. She didn't touch her, she wasn't brave enough to take that leap yet. Finally she stood in front her and the dragon lowered her head, looking straight at her. Then she saw her eyes and she immediately felt like she was under a spell just by looking at them.

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.

He pushed it back into the fire and straightened to greet me. Every time I had seen this man, he embodied the words dark and mysterious. However, being this close to him drove that idea home. Whereas every other Draygon that I had met in this village was tinged with gold and had a slightly tanned complexion, Nerrian was dark. His short hair that barely brushed his shoulders was jet black, and his eyes were a matching shade causing both to stand out on his amazingly pale skin that held no tinge of green. Even the robes he wore were black, giving the impression of a quintessential Dark Wizard that would put me under his spell before taking over the world.

Large, black, spiky, scaly flesh covered every inch, large head protected by scaly armor, short black horns jutting from the top of its head and tough scales surrounding hungry eyes. Heavy legs bound by heavy cuffs and milestones crushed the ground as they walked out of their prison for the first time in years, since before Vallezarii's reign. Its amber eyes missed nothing as they took in their surroundings, snorting smoke out of its black leathery nostrils, emitting a terrifying rumble from deep within its bellies. Black scaly wings stretched out spanning over 30 metres in the clearing. Vallezarii leaned forward, eyes alight with wide excitement. “Men of Kronos. Here is your dragon, command

"The First Guardian has acknowledged you." "I don't understand." "You will." The ground shook. Hard. The distant shadow burst through the clouds. This time everyone saw it clearly. It was another dragon. Larger. Far larger. Its scales were not gold. They were black. Not the black of polished armor. The black of an empty night without stars. Cracks of crimson light spread beneath its scales like molten lava. Its wings stretched wider than the valley itself. Where it flew, the sky withered. Clouds dissolved into ash.

Cold black mist poured through the opening. Every living creature in the valley froze. An overwhelming pressure seemed to crush the air itself. Even the Night Titans knelt. The Shadow Legion lowered their heads. The Crimson Warden smiled triumphantly. "Our Lord..." "...welcome home." Through the narrow opening, a single enormous eye slowly appeared. It was larger than an entire castle tower. Its iris glowed molten gold. Its pupil was darker than the deepest night. The Shadow Dragon. Only one eye was visible... Yet its presence alone made the mountains tremble.

A suffocating, terrifying aura crashed down on my shoulders, so heavy it physically forced my head to bow. Alpha King Dragon Blackblood stepped into the light. He was a nightmare carved out of muscle and bespoke Italian tailoring. Standing well over six-and-a-half feet tall, he moved with the lethal, unhurried grace of an apex predator. His face was ruggedly handsome, marked by a harsh jawline and dark, slightly greying hair, but it was his eyes that froze the blood in my veins. They were a violent, swirling amber, practically glowing with an unstable, feral madness.