Novel & Cerita The Crimson Dragon

Born of three bloods, raised in disguise, The forgotten one will rise. Four princes will hunt, four hearts will claim, But only one will speak her true name. In the academy where lambs are led, The hunter shall become the hunted instead.* My hands trembled as I pushed the journal away. "This is crazy." "This is your destiny," Nana corrected. "And now that you've been selected for Crimson Moon Academy, it's begun." "I won't go," I said firmly. "I'll refuse. I'll run away."

The brand glows red in the fire, waiting. Tears already burning my eyes. He walks around the bed slow. His eyes never leave me. “Tonight you stop being Volkov,” he says. His voice is calm and cruel. “Tonight you wear my name on your skin forever. Inside your thigh. Where only I will see. Where only I will touch.” I shake my head hard. “No. Please. No.” My voice cracks. As my tears fall hot. He pulls the iron from the fire. The wolf crest glows bright red. He kneels between my open legs. The heat reaches my skin before the metal does. He brings it close, I smell hot iron so I scream before it touches.

Broken columns lined their path, and moss-covered altars hinted at rituals long faded from living memory. Suddenly, the scent of ash and decay drifted to them. Kael froze. “Something’s here.” Elandra’s hand went to the dagger at her hip, her senses flaring. “Not something,” she whispered. “Someone.” From behind a collapsed wall, a figure emerged—hooded, cloaked in deep crimson. His presence chilled the air. The symbol on his chest marked him as Crimson Fang. Kael snarled, shifting partially, his eyes flashing with Alpha gold. “You followed us?”

A little birdwatching, a touch of magic, and the path to Northfall would be clear. "Nero," I called out, my voice carrying across the wind, my gaze lifted towards the majestic crimson dragon soaring high above. In his current draconic form, he was a magnificent sight to behold, scales shimmering like rubies, wings spanning a vast expanse. Lately, he'd seemed rather fond of this majestic shape, neglecting his humanoid form almost entirely.

***** Cassandra walks down the corridor heading for her quarters, the dark stone walls of the palace walls unsettling as they always have, as she turns the corner she comes face to face with Ophelia, a fellow witch and also the bane of her existence. Ophelia smiles, her fiery red hair framing her face, her green eyes gleaming an unusual colour in the dim corridor. Her cloak conceals her entire form. Ophelia is a gifted witch who, unlike her, has everything delivered to her door with a single snap of her pretty fingers. On the other hand, Cassandra has to work day and night to finally reach where she is today and be able to earn a spot in Lord Carlton elite soldiers. But what is unexpected fo

Even though it's soiled, it's the same one. "He is one of the four guys who chased me that night" she confessed with wide fearful eyes. Drake is stunned by her confession. The guy he just killed is a red dragon. The red dragons are considered as the Mafia of the dragons. They have their hands in every vile thing that's possible. Weapons, drugs, women trafficking, money laundering etc, you name it they do it. There are not that powerful in the dragon world. But they are considered dangerous. Those red dragons targeting Nyra? Something is wrong.

A knock on the door made me move the quilt lower to ask who it was. "High Lord Tymon has asked that I bear food and fruits to you, my Lady." A tiny voice came from the other side of the door. A brownie, perhaps. I turned my back to the door. "I'm not hungry. Later." I said. I vaguely registered a sigh and shuffling of feet as the brownie left. "What the history will not tell you is that Dragons were not created by Luna. We existed. Even before Luna." I blinked at that, but said nothing, lest I interrupt her. "Before Luna, the mother, there were other gods that ruled the world. There were beings that walked the earth that were feared. Some still do. Like

He answered. "He is the red dragon of China, he is like a fucking god and is worshipped there." I began to tell all the information I had on our enemy. Dragons in the ancient times were glorified and worshiped by mortals. They were offered gold and jewelries for their protection from their enemies. Dragons loved gold and possessed god-like powers, they all belonged to a conclave. The Khroma Conclave and the red dragon was like an emperor to the Khroma Conclave. They could shift at will to both human form whenever they wished. Later, they were hunted by humans and were almost driven extinct. "Dragons according to the myth and children books can only be slayed by a blade infused with magic, to