Scarlet Dragons Novels & Stories

Laylin softly breathed out a sigh at his flaring temper. She closed her eyes in silent, her heart drumming in her chest. “Scarlet was the daughter of a Rakhbar Princess and Sansy so it made her the perfect medium: the blood of both, Red Witch and White Wolf. You said the Old Mistress sees the future, did she see it?”

She charged at Aethyros again, weaving the Life Tree's energy into a solid, kinetic force. The Dragon, incensed by the interruption and the stinging memory of its ancestor's defeat, focused its entire, chaotic fury on her. “YOU WILL BE THE FIRST TO BE CONSUMED, LITTLE DRUID!” A massive wave of pure, destructive chaos energy lammed toward her. Scarlett met it with a wall of emerald light, the Weaver’s pure stability opposing the Destroyer’s chaos. The two forces collided, and the air split with an ear-splitting CRACK.

Terrified, Scarlet barked to her sisters, "Both of you! Into the safe room now!" Four white, bushy tails sprouted at her back. "Wow," Chu Xun blurted, "A nine-tailed silver-backed fox." A crimson shroud of light enveloped around Scarlet and the sheer intensity of her burgeoning aura thrashed and pitched violently like a storm. Swoosh! Swoosh! She swung all four of her tails at Chu Xun, and they lanced at him like spears. Chu Xun fired four bolts in rapid succession; the energy bolts pummeled at the tails, forcing Scarlet away as the pulses of force from the impacts obliterated the furniture into scraps of wood.

"And the flowers you didn't need to bring them, but now that you already have them, I'll make a nice gift to my dragons." He looked at her with a fast raising of an eyebrow and amazed in his facial expression. "Well, the guards didn't let me in; they thought I was one of the gold masks." He said as he walked to the corner of her bed and put the flowers gently on the silken duvet, and sat beside her. "It seems like the unsullied don't like you," She said with a smile. "Greyworm doesn't like the Secondsons because we do as we please with our freedom," He said.

I was the lowest-born black serpent in the Serpent Clan, yet the Dragon Court's most honored crown prince chose me as his bride. He gave up his betrothal to my sister, surrendered his place as heir, and walked away from the Dragon Court for me. I was moved beyond words and became his wife. But after I gave birth to only a black serpent, he flew into a rage. He crushed our baby beneath his foot, then killed me with a single strike of his sword. As I was dying, I saw hatred burning in his eyes. "If I'd known you were this useless, I should've married your sister!" Only then did I learn the truth. I was the woman of fate named in the Dragon Court's forbidden book, the one born with primord

The room spun, blurring the faces of those around me into a kaleidoscope of colors and shapes. The subtle effects of alcohol kicked in, revealing my delicate tolerance. The once-anonymous room rebelled against my unsteady movements, swaying gently. The comfort I sought was within reach, teasing my consciousness with its enticing dance. Stumbling through the whirling room, I found myself in the center of an ecstatic dance floor. The crowd enveloped me, every step a brief respite from the pain of betrayal. In the rhythmic beat of the music, I found fleeting comfort, a temporary escape from the ache in my chest.

But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for

Ember’s hands had gone in instinctual protection to cradle the evidence of her pregnancy and her eyes met his in shared distress. Salamen’s words had truth behind them, Samuel acknowledged to himself as he crossed to stand with Ember, putting his arm around her, but he would never let Ember know of it. “We dragons have had multiple births this season,” he told the assembled dragons. “More than every season preceding it for decades. Across multiple bloodlines. Ember is right. Whilst the corporeal forms of the Goddess and Gods have disappeared from our world, and their descendants are under attack, the fact that dragons are seeing an increase is a sign that we are meant to fight this. The time

Madison asks breathlessly. "About this big." Hugo holds his hands maybe three feet apart. "Young. Still learning to fly properly." "That's not very big for a dragon," Ethan observes. "Most dragons in literature are depicted as enormous. Large enough to—" "This is a special dragon," Hugo interrupts gently. "A rare breed. They stay small but they're very strong." Across the table, Scarlett reaches for the prosecco bottle again. Her aim is slightly off. The bottle wobbles. Morton catches it before it tips. "Scarlett—"

Torin and Jericho looked at her, their eyes filled with trust - or perhaps trepidation. As the massive, scaled creature loomed closer, its eyes glowing with a fierce, primal intelligence, the friends found themselves lost in each other's embrace. The dragon's presence only fueled their passion, as they knew that it was here to bear witness to their union. "We've come to make a pact," Sable whispered, her voice trembling with both desire and defiance. "We will not be afraid of the evil, for it is part of our destiny. And we will not fear the dragons, for they are part of the same tapestry of life that we are."