Novel & Cerita The Red Dragon Book

The dragon was breathing fire over the crowd of enemy soldiers. Maybe Charles and Isabella were right, for once. Maybe I should do some research. I walked over to Felix’s bookshelves. I wasn’t sure if I was filled with surprise or dread upon seeing the titles on the shelves: Anatomy of a Dragon. A Brief History of Dragons. Dragon Battle Tactics. One book in particular caught my eye: an old, leather-bound volume, entitled Dragon Knights and Their Powers. Dragon Knights? Something about that phrase stirred something deep within me, as if I’d heard it before.

“Didn’t even take to the sky. She walked in her dragon form. Flames followed her footprints, as if the ground itself had wanted to burn for her. The warlord laughed, said she’d come to die. Then she opened her mouth and roared—not a sound, a force. It split the clouds. The intensity of her first breath took his army. The second, his wings. By the third, he was begging to end it.” Silence. The men stared into the crackling fire, hearing ghosts in its hiss. “Red dragons,” whispered the barkeep, “they say their hearts beat with molten rage. Every pulse is war.” The hunter nodded slowly. “And hers worse than any other you'd encounter." "Hope never to encounter one in its rage" The young boy besi

A giant red dragon dozens of meters long jumped up from behind Philip with raging energy pressure and crashed into the seven or eight figures that fell from the sky! Roar! In an instant, the seven or eight figures were knocked away by the red dragon! Fennel held a red halberd that glowed eerily and stood in front of Philip. At that moment, Fennel’s back looked extremely broad. His body was covered with a layer of flickering red light that circled him and burned! “Leave the rest to me!” With that said, Fennel rushed out with the red dragon halberd in his hand.

Crux thrashed, flames erupting violently, but the red dragon didn’t budge. He tightened his hold. The red dragon hurled Crux across the courtyard like he weighed nothing. The black dragon smashed through pillars and vanished into a cloud of stone and dust. I lay there, shaking, smoke rising from my scales… barely alive. Slowly, the red dragon lowered his head toward me. It was enormous, regal, his gaze commanding. His wings burned with orange flames. His scales shimmered like rubies in molten fire. His tail flicked with controlled power, heat rolling off him in waves.

A gasp of shock escaped me as the flames retracted and I could have a better look at the Bloody General. ** You can read Alev's book (The Golden Dragon's Surrogate) for f.ree on Kindl.e unlimited. For more information, join my group: T. R. Durant's Realm of Light and Fire

"Probably. The book is known as the Eye of Abernathy, the first and most powerful dragon ever to have lived on Earth." "A dragon?" I rubbed my thumbs over the edges of the cover, staying clear of the eye. Soft, sleek, and smooth like a lizard's skin. "What's inside?" Cindy gave me one of her famous looks. This one saying, Duh! "Abernathy's spells. This is the oldest, most powerful book on the planet, and it's mine now." I snorted, though I could feel the book's power. "Really? Why do you have it?" Immediately after the words left my mouth, I regretted them.

The dragon blinked a final time and averted its eyes somewhere else as if it had heard her whisper and honored her plea. That was weird. Although the dragon had looked elsewhere, Evrah couldn't help but stare at it. She watched the destruction and chaos it brought to life. The obliteration it seemed to revel in. All of them seemed to be enjoying their devastating results. She had watched them chase folks down, spitting the elements and flame in the direction of her fellows. She had watched as they set everything ablaze, their massive wings fanning the flames as they burned the brightness and vibrancy of existence into nothingness.

I sat the orange book down thinking about going on a search of my own to see if this place was holding back on me when my eyes caught the giant red book in the middle of the table I didn't even hear it land on the table. This red book just like the others didn't have any markings on the cover. It was covered in thick red scales that had a faint smudge of black on the tips of each as I ran my hand over the scales my hand began to tingle. I stood up watching as if my hand was the match that set off the sparks around all the letters that appeared writing like magic in large bright glittering gold calligraphy "Pendragon" I had to stand to even open the large cover of the book when I opened it mo

She couldn't tell him now, he would only worry about her safety in the manor. “I couldn't read it because it was written in a strange language but the drawing of a dragon at the back told me it might be related to dragons. That's why I brought it” she added. Drake stayed quiet for a few seconds before saying, “Indeed, you are right Elaina. This is a dragon book, these gold encasing are made from dragon scales…” he trailed off as he opened the book curiously. He read a few lines and his eyes visibly dilated in shock. Elaina noticed it and urged him impatiently, “What is it? Can you read the strange language?”

Since the little dragon was skeptical, Long Chen sent over a memory from the past; in that memory, the little dragon witnessed firsthand the battle between the golden dragon and the black dragon as they fought together against a figure shrouded in a blood-red aura. "This… Who is he? Why don’t I know him?" the little dragon asked, startled and frightened just from seeing that blood-red figure. Even though it was just a memory, the little dragon could still feel the fear emanating from the illusion. Just how terrifying was the monster that had fought the Golden Dragon Emperor and the Black Dragon?