Novel & Cerita Red-eyes Black Dragon Statue

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.

"It's a Waborri tattoo.The Japanese see dragons as benefactors and protectors of mankind. Dragon tattoos symbolise bravery, wisdom, and strength. Black dragons are associated with experience and wisdom. Green dragons are associated with nature, and gold dragons represent value and a variety of virtues." My eyes drop to his tattoo once again. "What about red?" He takes my hand and I gasp. I look into his eyes. He places his hand at the centre of his chest where the flame is shooting out. The corners of his mouth twitch. He's looking at me with so much intensity I feel like I'm going to combust. He inches closer until I feel his breath fanning against my neck. "Danger." He whispers into my ear

I will look death in the face and spit in its eye. He stands over me-the great beast I spent my life hating. I was told my dragon captor would be blue and he is. Though blue doesn't quite cover the shades of color rippling over his scales. From the fairest blue sky to the dark of the moon, the light illuminates his incredible hide. His monstrous body is larger than I ever imagined. And his eyes. Their stunning blue depths hold nothing but death. "What are you staring at, female?"

They looked like rickety monsters, with their glass eyes shot out, sporting a toothless hollow grin, dwarfing her. Her red, ornately embellished wedding dress, slowing her down. Her red dupatta (stole paired on an Indian dress) sweeping the ground, wet and heavy with the slick and rust. With her service Glock 17 handgun, cradled in her sweaty hands, she was quite a sight to look at.

He sat back up to admire her perfectly sculpted body. Everything about her was mesmerising and enticing, from her long slender legs to the deep curve of her waist, up to her perfectly rounded breasts, his eyes drifted to her dragon mark again, it was truly breath-taking, his eyes then wandered to her Dhampir markings only, she had an extra symbol? He didn’t allow chance for the questions to linger in his head as he looked up at her beautiful, delicate face and looked into her enchanting purple and blue eyes and saw the same hunger there.

Wild trees and ferns and meadow-grasses all surrounded the Temple of Hylos, waving and rustling with the fresh sea breeze. Behind the black throne towered the Great Statue of Lord Hylos. Its magnificent structure, made of diorite stone and carved into his Primal Form, had stood as the highest above all peaks of the volcanoes and islands in Draconos. The eyes glinted pure gold, symbolizing the elitism of all his descendants who had continuously ruled the realm until now.

It couldn't be…this was not a flesh and blood dragon, but one made from stone. The black dragon turned its red eyes to look at Elric, but they were not eyes. Instead, they seemed to be rubies. He raked one of his talons across its face and it roared but was unscathed. How could he kill it if it would not even bleed?

The red-eyed monster raised its hand, and from all the corpses in that world—more precisely, the blood of the dead creatures—it flew toward the red-eyed monster. "Hm? You want to take this world’s treasures? I won’t let you! Black Dragon Technique, Black Hole Suction!" Long Chen realized what the red-eyed monster intended to do. Using the power of the Black Dragon, he opened a massive hole in the sky, causing the sky to darken as all the corpses and blood that had been heading toward the monster were sucked into the black hole. "Agh! Damn it… Damn it… Damn you, Dragon Emperor!" The red-eyed monster screamed in rage at what Long Chen had done.

A brush of shoulders meant I am here. Hours passed. Or maybe days. Time didn't exist in the dark. They found things in the ruins. Statues of creatures that no longer existed—griffins, manticores, and dragons. At one point, they passed a massive mural carved into the canyon wall. It depicted a woman with wings of fire shaking hands with a man made of iron. "The First Pact," Tristan murmured, running his hand over the stone relief. "Before the Empire. When dragons and humans ruled together."

he then beckoned her to follow him. Minerva's heart thudded heavily against her rib cage as she followed Dalton. She scaled through the staircase as apprehension filled her inside. ‘What were the dragons doing here in the RedShire capital?’ she thought to herself. It was dark outside and the expanse of cobblestone ground was lit up by burning torches. She leaned forward so she could get a better view of what was happening below. She gasped when her eyes fell on dark-scaled dragons prowling in the courtyard. “What is going on?” He asked no one in particular. Her eyes almost bulge out when one of the dragons whips his head at a window, shattering the glasses.