Red-eyes Black Dragon Statue Novels & Stories

I sat down on the chair facing the sofa and I let my eyes return to normal. “The moment the King lays eyes on Abigail he’ll want her to bond with Prince Nicu. The strongest dragon in existence is the gray dragon. The silver white dragon is next in line, then comes the violet dragon and so on. Royal Dragons have always been what is known as Russian Violet, the darkest shade. We all know the darker the shade the stronger the dragon.” “A woman born of a man with a strong dragon is desirable but the bond has always been respected.” If we were normal people Sorin would’ve been right, but we weren’t.

“Master, what would you like us to do? You need only whisper your command, and we will follow.” Evrah grabbed the wood harder, her gaze darting quickly from left to right, trying to get a closer look. She spotted a big shimmering black dragon that seemed to be looking right at her. The big eye blinked, its big frame fidgeting a bit. A huge black and silver mass of scales and muscles sat directly across from her, its ginormous purple eyes had her dead to rites, and they both knew it. “Please don't give me way,” she whispered, shaking from fear. She cursed that her curiosity had gotten her noticed. The dragon blinked a final time and averted its eyes somewhere else as if it had heard her whisp

Castus hiss,his voice incredibly low. "That was a long time ago,we don't even know if it's real" "I'm a witch"Castus point at himself for Adir to get the point. "You're not doing me any good right now,I don't want to kill them and...What's that?"Adir bend his head,red lens covering them,Cuss escape castus lip,scenting the well concealed blood "Are we in danger?" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Karen and the others gasp when the Dragon eyes opened,he stretch making the table topple over,his grey skin change color into a bluish white brightening the dagger tattoo on his chest.

Folding it neatly, he dropped it on a stomp he found seated by his left. Taking deep breaths with eyes closed, he folded his hands behind him with a calm and composed demeanour. He opened his eyes, feeling the red flecks come alive in his grey eyes. The red was a part of his eyes that existed as part of the grey, appearing at the border of his black pupils, mixed to give an alluring appearance. The obsidian was just a temporary fixture when his animalistic side was fast surfacing. They were proof of his supernatural existence, the red a constant reminder of what he was.

The waystick's bright pink light reflects off the gilded details, enhancing the beauty of the artwork and creating an ethereal ambiance. Their attention is drawn to a grand statue of Dagon, the deity associated with fertility and agriculture. Though previously broken, the statue has been lovingly restored, using the ancient technique of electrum gilding. The cracks and fractures have been carefully mended with a mixture of electrum, which gives the statue a resplendent appearance. The bright pink light from the waystick dances upon the golden and silvery surfaces, casting a warm glow throughout the temple.

***** As Astrid and Phoenix found themselves enveloped in the warmth of the shower, the steamy tendrils of water swirled around them. Astrid's eyes traced a path down Phoenix's back, following the mesmerizing lines of a majestic black dragon tattoo that adorned his skin. The dragon's head was a focal point of the tattoo, its features fierce and noble. Eyes that seemed to follow Astrid's gaze held an otherworldly intelligence, while its sharp fangs hinted at the creature's primal nature. Its neck arched gracefully, giving it a regal posture that commanded attention. From the powerful shoulders down to the tapered tail, every contour of its form spoke of strength and resilience. The artist had

Green Dragon narrowed his eyes, then he cast a glance at Tyr and mocked, “Tyr, can you believe what you are saying? You have experienced so much along the way. Last time on the Mount of Terror, the scene we saw is still fresh in all of our memories. Do you still think that legends are not more than stories?” In this instant, Tyr fell silent. After a while, when the red light disappeared from the sky and the world returned to darkness, only did Tyr slowly ask, “What exactly was that?” “The Devil’s Eye.” Green Dragon explained, “It is said, at that location is a spring that spits this red stuff every once in a while. So far, no one knows what exactly the red stuff is.” “Lava?” Tyr asked tentat

It is a pin made of platinum and obsidian—the stylized head of a dragon with its eyes set in small, brilliant rubies. The mark of a High Captain, a direct liaison to the Castellano family. “Ronan Hwan,” he says formally, rising from his chair with a grace that belies his years. “I name you the Red Eye of the Dragons. You will carry the responsibilities of your lineage, but you will not carry your mother’s short-sightedness. You will be your own kind of leader.” I stand as well, bowing deeply as he comes around the desk. When he pins the insignia to my lapel, his hands are steady, a paternal air in the gesture that I never received from my own blood.

On the western outskirts of the Emperor Dragon Palace was the Royal Court's army of strange beasts. They were also the strongest forces in the Royal Court. However, these strange beasts were all lying on the ground at this moment. Due to the great deterrence of the red-eyed jade pythons, it had already covered the entire Emperor Dragon Palace. When the weak faced the attitude of the strong, they laid prostrate on the ground in order to show their respect. It could be said that due to the appearance of the red-eyed jade pythons, the main army of strange beasts had already been destroyed.