Scarlet Dragons Novels & Stories

Two scarlet dragons danced around his hands, elongating until they were 100 feet, sailing toward Logan. The Orbis Cult mainly trained with psychic power. Domitor's psychic dragons were the technique with the most imposing aura among the seven great techniques. It was rumored that a master could conjure up 18 dragons in one go. Domitor was not at that level yet, but he was terrifying enough. Logan destroyed the scarlet dragons with a casual wave of his hand. The masses of psychic power were strong enough to break steel pillars, yet they broke as easily as though they were paper under Logan's palm.

I may have bitten off more than I can chew. Her transformation happened so fast that for a moment I couldn't tell where Magma ended, and her dragon began. After a light started to glow from her as she grew there is now a giant dragon in her place. She is the scarlet red color of the streaks in her hair. Around her face I can see patches of black that spread into all the black spikes down her back.

Threads of red light flickered along its edges as Scarlet poured her will against it from the other side. Ophelia’s limbs trembled, her vision blurred as blood streaked down her temple and several cuts on her fur. Lucien growled and pressed harder, going for the kill with jaws opened wide. And then- Scarlet broke through the barrier in a torrent of red flame. The clearing rippled, magic and snow exploding outward as she appeared in a blaze of fury. “Get away from her!” Scarlet snarled as she exploded into the clearing, her cloak ablaze with magic, fury in every step. Just a second later, and she would have been

Dude #2 yelled back suddenly. “Guys, we have no choice, we either do this or die when we go home, and if we run.. he’ll find us” dude#3 said. Unable to handle the truth of what awaits them, he started walking away from the other guys. ‘Sapphire, what are these guys?’ I asked my dragon, uncertain of their different scents. ‘That’s a delta dragon, gamma dragon and warrior dragon. That gamma dragon is the highest ranking one, deltas are like healers and warriors are obviously warriors,’ she laughed at me, making my fists clenched slightly.

She asks, looking around like this other dragon just happened to be around and the dragon that just hatched would be lost in the field's tall grass. "They are born as adults. The egg contains the magic that they form from, not their material bodies." Loras answers looking mesmerized at the unseen beauty above them. Astrid unconsciously rises her hand and in an instant, the newly born dragon stops in the air and looks at her. She smiles. Instead of pitch black like Dracos, this one is a dark shade of purple. So beautiful... The dragon flies closer to them and lands right in front of Astrid, holding its huge head so it can smell the tinny girl that continues to smile at it. It pushes the tips

"You see, my dear, I've been looking for a way to rescue my brothers from the underworld for centuries. And you, with your... special abilities, are the key to making that a reality." Scarlett's eyes narrowed. "What are you talking about?” I grinned, my fangs shimmering in the low light. "Come on, Scarlett. Don’t act innocent. You know what I mean. The prophecy. The ritual. The sacrifice." Scarlett's complexion drained, and for a brief moment, I thought she might collapse. But then, a fierce resolve ignited in her eyes, and she lunged at me. "You won't get away with this," she shouted, her fists swinging.

Scarlet's Pov: The first light of dawn painted the sky in soft pastels, casting a gentle glow over the ancient woods where my pack thrives. The Silver Star Pack, a symbol of centuries of lupine history, is located in the center of this mystical world. Tall trees form a natural fortress, their branches entwined like ancient guardians. I emerge from the depths of the woods. My auburn hair, touched by the morning dew, frames a face marked with determination.

I will be back Scarlet. I dreamt. I dreamt of those brown eyes staring at me with immense hate. I dreamt of fangs and blood. Of those fangs in my throat, drinking from me. I dreamt of a red thread, tying me to something. Someone. Yet I could not see who. My soul and something deeper within me cried for him in recognition. Ours. Mine. I dreamt of the earth's decay. The visions from the crown had succeeded in haunting my dreams too.

His most trusted men had turned against him and he hadn't seen it coming; he should have known but his attention had been stolen by another matter altogether. Zarek had dreamed of his mate. He had made a connection with her and knew she was near his territory. Dragons could feel their life mate when he/she came near them and had vivid dreams of that person. Her face was always blurred but he could make out her body, a body that attracted his attention. She was a mere five foot three but was built lean with all the right curves in all the right places. Her hips were made to bear children and her body was womanly, sensual and ripe.

Most believe it was a symbol of hope for everyone. Although it was focused on Dragons, other supernatural used this time to show everyone they weren’t a threat either. Witches would use their powers to create beautiful fireworks and other special effects. Shifters would shift in front of the humans and run under the Dragons to join in the parade. The world parade was something everyone looked forward to every year, but this year I was looking forward to it more. This will be the first time my daughter will be able to show her Dragon. The reason she was named Angel was due to the fact that her Dragon was an Angel Aura quartz color.