Red-eyes Black Dragon Statue Novels & Stories

Brown eyes widened in shock at what she saw. "It's real," she breathed. There stood an enormous dragon, black scales shining in the dim lighting. It turned its head in her direction, crimson eyes sparkling like rubies. Smoke billowed from its nostrils as its quiet growl vibrated in Sophia's chest. The dragon attempted to move towards her, but the rattle of thick chains sounded and stopped the large creature's movements. Sophia took a step back, still in awe at the sight of the majestic mythical creature. The dragon existed; Sophia was dumbfounded. The beast stared at her; sharp teeth bared in her direction. This monster’s ability to put her in danger loomed in the back of her mind, but Sophi

“The woman who bore the first Draken and gave birth to our people. We call her The Goddess.” Caelia’s gaze traveled past the statue to the enormous mural behind it, gilded in the same warm metal. The woman was depicted standing beneath an open sky, her long hair caught in a wind that swept the vast dunes behind her. A neat, rounded swell of her belly told the story of life growing within her. But what truly stole Caelia’s breath was the massive dragon curled protectively around her, its enormous silver eye fixated solely on her, its tail wrapped in a protective arc before her feet.

Strangely, I couldn't open my eyes again and fell into an empty void of darkness. Somewhere far from civilization and peace, a den echoed with a strange incantation. People in black cloaks, stood in a circle, mouthing some foreign language. A statue of Ice posed in the middle of the circle had engravings of signs that seeped blood out of them. But it wasn't any ordinary blood, it screamed evil as the dark red blood dripped down on the ground from the little cracks increasing into a large one and joining others to break apart the statue.

Since he isn’t around, I try to press my ear to the wall to hear the song better but instead fall through the door. Looking around, I notice the statues are gone. All that’s in the room is the golden dragon that once held the stone. The music gets louder as I approach the dragon. Suddenly the eyes of the golden dragon glow red, and after a flash, a glowing stone materializes in its claws. The appearance of the stone reminds me of a salt rock lamp, but there is no cord, and the stone seems dull. “Taran! Taran, that stone is back!” I yell.

An elder men chanted a spell and held the red dragon down with a water binding magic. Eric chuckled and said, "Good. Very good. Let's have you taste my purple dragon." He summoned out his purple dragon. Out of the sky came a large and dark creature. It's eyes was yellow as the sun and it's scale was black with the tips being purple. It was a humongous beast. "ROOOOAAAR," cried the Purple Dragon. "Oh, Eric have summoned his Dark Crystal Dragon," said Theo. "Damn, what's going on? Why is he using his third dragon?"

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.

Deep within the realms of hell stood a gigantic black castle with the inscription 'The castle of Hel' imprinted on the massive gates, outside the massive gates were two winged beasts with distinctive fearsome features, one of the creatures Armageddon was a beast having the body of a dragon and three heads. Each of its heads had a different appearance, the face on the left had a dragon-like appearance, while the one on the right had an appearance of a snake, the one in the middle was the most terrifying of the other two, it had a dragon like a face with six eyes, the red dragon-like creature was gigantic with a pair of wings.

It was a lion, a magnificent lion. The stone beast stood proudly upon a stone pedestal with its muscular body that appeared almost alive. Its sharp fangs protruded menacingly from its mouth, but the most unsettling part of all were its eyes. They were deep crimson red, even under the dim lighting those eyes seemed to glow with a strange and intimidating intensity. The statue radiated authority. Power and Violence. It looked less like a decoration and more like a guardian, seeing it Francesco narrowed his eyes because he had passed through many areas of the estate throughout his life.

“So you’re a dragon, too.” “I am.” She bit her lip, wanting to ask more about that but deciding against it. She wondered how he looked as a dragon. Was he like the big golden one she’d seen? Vikter was clearly a golden dragon, from what they’d said about eye color. Razzy’s eyes were purple. His were gold, and Drayken’s were red. It still weirded her out to think of his red eyes. It was so strange. She nodded and glanced up too.

The tiny purple dragons fly about the room, the large metal collars that hang around their necks glint on the sun. "What are these?" Flavius asks in awe. "These are Miniature SpitFires, mounts used by dragon slayers for hundreds of years. Go ahead, you can pick one," I tell him. "Why are you giving me one of these?" he asks. "When we travel to places like the Horde of Fates, it would be safer for you to ride on one of these instead of on me. Not to mention SpitFires are strong, and loyal. I would feel more comfortable if you had one with you for when I am not around," I explain.