Novel & Cerita Red-eyes Black Dragon Statue

shouted Draco, struggling anxiously. Sorcerers ran around to watch, but no one dared to approach since Draco was wrapped in the bubbling black liquid. "It's black magic," muttered Edmund, trying to get closer. A sorcerer flew like a meteor and landed hard on the spot where the Dragon Slayer statue should have stood. The statue was smashed to pieces, and the ground on which the man landed appeared to be hollow. The man stood up, dusting his clothes. His face looked handsome but cruel. His eyes were red, and his magic power was overwhelming. His hair was long and stiff red like a rocker.

The statue seemed almost life-like, a sensation not only experienced by Adrian but also by Alfie and the other immortals present. Standing three meters tall at the heart of the hall, the statue wore a dark coronet adorned with intricate motifs of mountains, rivers, suns, moons, creatures, and celestial bodies. Its presence exuded a regal aura. The statue's hands rested upon its chest, gripping a colossal sword. The sword's design was ancient, adorned with countless inscriptions that lent it an air of mystique. This was the depiction of the legendary dragon-slaying hero of antiquity. Since entering the hall, Adrian had expanded his consciousness and eased his mind, feeling the powerful gaze u

When he finally let me up for air, his gold eyes were sparkling. “Like the place?” he asked, still holding me off the ground like I weighed nothing. “It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” I said honestly, looking around again. “My idea,” he bragged, chest puffing. Then he pointed across the garden to a tall crimson statue of a snarling wolf-dragon hybrid, wings spread, teeth bared. “What about that one? Sexy, right?” I squinted. It was stunning—fierce and elegant and terrifying all at once. “It’s gorgeous.”

She was staring at the eyes of a dragon, and she was immobile. She got up and went into the bathroom. She switched on the light and stared at herself in the mirror. Her eyes grew wide unconsciously as she saw a dragon with red sclera and the pupils were cat-like and green. Then she saw something like a crest, with a dragon showing its side view, a castle on a mountain and a bloody battle.

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.

No point running now. I drag out a long breath and then turn. Like I had imagined, it was not human or Fae? Or anything related to persons - No, I am staring at the same fiery red eyes from my dreams only that this time.. It has an owner, and according to history which I had spent time reading.. It was a Kragon.. An eight inches fire breathing female dragon that actually walks on it's hind legs. I gulp .. I am doomed.

It was a tattoo of a red dragon. The red dragon shut his eyes, letting out a smoky breath. When his eyes reopened they were green with a black slit in-between, like that of a serpent. Sharp and pointy wings ripped out from the back of his flesh. Long horns protrude from his head, I watched as he transformed into a fucking huge red dragon. The enormous red dragon bore down on us with a deafening roar. Its massive scales glinted in the rising twilight. He let out a loud shriek, then its fiery breath licked at the air, scorching the ground beneath its colossal form.

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.

My body turned, my heart up and drumming hard with me getting up, moving to the window only to gasp. Wait? Is that a Dragon? I could not believe, it so large, just no way to not see it. It was black in color, magnificent. I squinted my eyes since it was a bit far off. It’s neck turned red, a flame soon shooting out and burning down with me frozen. My eyes were wide.

Desert. A little to the side there was a heap of boulders, a bent creature sat nearby and stuffed something into its mouth. Yarsi raised himself cautiously, and the creature instantly lifted its head and looked at him with blood-red eyes set in a scaly face. Thin lips parted in a smirk, revealing an impressive set of pointed teeth. Daemon? Three more humanoid figures appeared from behind the boulders, tall, scales shimmering crimson instead of skin, long tails tapping the stones with a nervous rhythm. They halted warily and leaned forward a little, sniffing the air through their noses. Suddenly someone snorted behind him, Yarsi forced himself to turn around with difficulty - it was too diffi