Scarlet Dragons Novels & Stories

"And it needs to be purple. Purple is the color of royalty. Uncle Alaric told me so." The mention of Uncle Alaric felt like a serrated blade across my ego. "Uncle Alaric is a... very misguided man," I said, my French accent slipping into something that sounded vaguely Russian. "And purple dragons do not exist in nature. In Lyon, we make only ze authentic dragons. Green. Scaly. Very fierce." The girl, Luna, I’d heard the guards call her tilted her head. Her eyes, so much like Evelyn’s but with a spark of my own defiance, narrowed.

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.

"Good luck with that. My mother and all the elders have been trying to get rid of them for centuries. Nothing works, it's as if they are cockroaches, just keep coming back." "The difference between you witches and I, is that I'm the daughter of the dragon. A bane to them both." They glanced nervously at each other. "Well, I certainly won't stand in your way and if you need help. I'm sure that the vampire community will give a help in hand." The female nodded. "We'll keep that in mind." The four exited the cemetery, feeling the dark weight lifting. Scarlet was the first to speak. "Where to?" "Follow our noises." Christian told her.

Sylar walked up to me and opened the bottle up. "This is catnip. Dragons are sort of like cats, big cats. This stuff will make any angry dragon calm and relax with a huge smile on it's face. You can give him a pinch of this to play with when he's angry, hard to handle, or misbehaving. You should keep this on you at all times. I should warn you though that older dragons get too happy from this and it'll drive them to want to mate so make sure you don't give this to him when he's older because it won't work. Trust me, you don't want to see a dragon in his mating season. That's where a typical dragon is depicted. Hoards of treasure, possessiveness, dominance, fire, massive size, a huge bed to g

"That question again. I thought it'd be obvious after you read that scroll." "What do you mean?" Larry materialised himself a seat and sat down, "I think it'd be best if I start from the beginning. You see, on that scroll, it didn't just mention when the next crystal dragon would be born but also who the parents should be. No one specifically. It only said it needed to be two dragons with pink eyes. That's the reason I was so interested in you." "But you don't have pink eyes." "Oh? My bad, it's become a habit of mine to hide them." Larry then changed his eyes to pink, "Better?"

I answered. “Now, go to the parking behind the apartment nearest to the Han River. Get inside my car. I can automatically open it for you. Just inform me when you get there. Enter on the driver’s side. Then get the clothes under the backseat. Change there. Then call me again. Understand?” Black Dragon explained to me. Even though I hate being commanded, I have to obey him. I knew I already failed on this mission. “Got it.” I cautiously said. “Oh, and remember, keep your eyes open to men having a tattoo on their right back hand. Two swords forming an X.” he finished and I remembered the balloons’ design.

Scarlet amidst the chaos was concentrated on her spell, even with the blood, killing and loud noise, she never once wavered. There was something I noticed about the Grydens, not all of them had wings, some were without wings and still huge. The only thing the wolves had as an advantage was that they were faster. I stared at the scene, everyone was immersed in the battle, it was like a blood bath. Vincent was fast and strong, it seemed so easy as he fought them, I admired his strength and agility. There were other wolves fighting alongside him. Scarlet was still chanting her spells, and there was a bright light that emerged from the circle she had created. When the light dispersed, I saw a se

This was too critical to leave in their incompetent hands; time was running out, and freedom was tantalizingly close. "I know," I muttered, feeling the weight of my diminished powers. The Dragon Queen’s binding spells were robbing me of my strength, but they didn’t realize that I had harnessed the power of my own secret weapon—Scarlett. A dark empress displaced to the human realm, half witch and half dragon shifter, her extraordinary magic had been deemed too dangerous by the cowardly council of dragon slayers. I had felt her potent aura and brought her back, cloaking her in protection spells. Soon, those who cast her out would pay dearly.

Caleb caught the tail mid-swing, spun his body, and used the creature’s own momentum to slam it face-first into the rock. It was brutal. It was efficient. It was the fighting style of a machine, executed with the passion of a wolf. "Scarlett, now!" Caleb shouted, pinning the thrashing dragon to the ground. "The Core is in its chest! Break the seal!" Scarlett didn't hesitate. she bit her finger, drew a Spirit-Blade Talisman in the air, and launched it down into the crater. The golden sigil flew like a guided missile, striking the corrupted runes on the creature’s chest.

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.