Novel & Cerita Red-eyes Black Dragon Statue

Zelia clicked her tongue as she called Black Dragon,"Oi, Black Dragon, are you still sleeping? Mother ask you something." The Black Dragon's tattoo crawled all up to her left cheeks but it's a mini version that fit her half face. The Black Dragon's eyelids open as his purple eyes was seen by them. Reves and Mae were also shock, they can't also recovered from Zelia, calling the Empress, Mother, then a dragon crawled from her neck all the way to her cheeks as the Black Dragon awaken. Mae almost fainted, thankfully Reves catch her. The Black Dragon spoke, "Oh? What do you want to ask, Empress Zenneth?"

History was being written then and there, the Calyx pack witnessed the unnatural sighting of the first eye-color changing wolf, with the rank that was considered to be the lowest. Amidst a frenzy of staggered breaths and wildly beating hearts; stood a Red-Eyed Omega, fierce and defiant in all its glory.

Darryl spotted a huge beast lying in the open space in front of him. The beast was nearly a hundred meters long and was hairless, but its body was covered in black and red scales. It also had a long neck and tail. At first glance, it looked like an extinct dinosaur from The Nine Continent, but it had a pair of huge wings on its back. Its eyes glowed a blood-red color and looked devilish, while its body exuded a terrifying aura. Darryl was even more shocked when he sensed the strength of the beast. It was so powerful; it turned out to be the level of a saint god.

"You' ve punished me enough, I don't want more please." Dark scoffed at that. "You call that punishment? I was just warming you up." he said as two whips made of black mist began to take shape in his two hands. Raziah's eyes widened and it widened out more when she noticed three little black dragon's perching at her body and somehow she could tell they were males. Looking at them, she realized they have Dark eyes, no, they are Dark no doubt. One of the little dragon's closer walked to her face, the dragon claws digging right inside her body, though not deeply but deeply enough to draw out more blood from her body.

In terms of details and overall aspects, the statue gave people an extremely uncomfortable feeling. It was as if a repressed emotion was about to gush out from the bottom of one's heart and then occupy one's brain, making one completely fall into a kind of sadness and despair. Caspian narrowed his eyes. As a cultivator, he could feel this emotion at this time, so the statue would not be so simple. "Evil Mountain Range is the nest of the Ten-thousand-year-old Evil Dragon. Does this statue have anything to do with it?" Caspian guessed.

Free falling from the sky, I couldn’t stop screaming. My arms flailed around as if trying to grab onto something, even if there was nothing to grab. Above me was a Dragon, galactic in size. He had to be as massive as a mountain. I had to admit that the Dragon was alluringly breathtaking. Luminous metallic purple scales cascaded over its entire form. Its wings arched slightly as they span across the sky. Its head turned down as it looked at me, with large radiant indigo eyes. When it redirected and started flying toward me, I stopped screaming and simply stared at the magnificent beast.

He takes the second bottle, and another identical being, but black with red eyes appears. - What is your wish, master? - the second creature said.

Then he came. Alpha Boris stepped forward, towering in dark leathers that hugged his broad shoulders. He didn’t need to speak to command attention. His presence did that on its own. Cold grey eyes swept over us like a blade, calm but lethal. His dark hair, streaked faintly with silver, was pulled back from a scar that ran along his temple. No one knew how he got it, and no one dared ask. Beside him stood Beta Magnus. Younger, leaner, always with his jaw tight like he was biting back words. And then Luna Nora, regal and still, with that unreadable expression she wore like a mask. Even her beauty was sharp. Untouchable.

A dark, terrifyingly majestic tattoo of a black dragon with glowing red eyes is coiled tightly across my chest, its primal design incredibly vivid and lifelike against my skin. "The Blood-Eyed Black Dragon tattoo… That is completely impossible!" Herman suddenly coughs up a massive spray of warm blood, but his mind barely even notices the physical pain. His finger shakes uncontrollably as he points straight at my chest, his entire body trembling with deep, primal fear and absolute awe. "Forgive my old soul… My eyes were completely blind to your true status! My mind didn't recognize your body as a direct member of the royal lineage!" Herman stammers, his knees bucking.

Carved with ancient symbols split wolf crowns, eclipses, 3 eyed monsters. She reached a high balcony overlooking a huge hall below sarah looked over the edge and froze in horror. In the middle of the hall was a big pool of bubbling dark silver liquid around it, dozens of silver masked people knelt in a circle, praying. At the far end, on a throne made of black volcanic glass, sat the Beast. He was huge almost 8 feet tall. Black iron armor that seemed to eat the light, his face was hidden by swirling black darkness, with only 2 crimson-silver eyes glowing.