روايات وقصص ضمن Adult Blue Dragon Miniature

The tiny purple dragons fly about the room, the large metal collars that hang around their necks glint on the sun. "What are these?" Flavius asks in awe. "These are Miniature SpitFires, mounts used by dragon slayers for hundreds of years. Go ahead, you can pick one," I tell him. "Why are you giving me one of these?" he asks. "When we travel to places like the Horde of Fates, it would be safer for you to ride on one of these instead of on me. Not to mention SpitFires are strong, and loyal. I would feel more comfortable if you had one with you for when I am not around," I explain.

Saving Avery’s room for last since we doubted our dragons would be there, because she’s human; we walked together. I knocked lightly, but there was no answer; we looked at each other in silence. That was when we heard our dragons cooing. I opened the door. Laying on the floor next to Avery’s bed, were our dragons, and they were curled around this slightly smaller iridescent white and blue dragon with golden scales around its small horns forming a crown. The female dragon is rare and extremely beautiful, too. “Mate,” Carter says in my head.

I have a dragon? A white dragon with pearly white scales. She looked like a creature carved from moonlight and frost. Her body gleams as though each scale were polished porcelain or mother-of-pearl, catching the light and scattering it in soft, shimmering hues. When she moved, the scales rippled like flowing silk, giving the impression that the she carried a piece of the moon on her skin. Her eyes are a piercing, crystalline blue - bright and cold as glacial ice - yet filled with an ancient intelligence that feels both mesmerizing and unnerving. The contrast of its pale, luminous body and those sharp, blue eyes makes it appear regal and otherworldly, as though it was born from winter storms

she whispered and then buried her face in his neck. The two dragons waited for a year for her to recuperate from the pregnancy and then started training her dragon. It was a difficult start for Meryl, but she had to know her feral form. Her dragon was a beautiful blue with azure spikes and azure wings. No one had such a beautiful dragon in Galdere. Whenever she shifted, it was a treat to watch and both her dragons would shift too.

Perhaps she had woken up in a dream, Minerva thought and looked at the creature that was standing near a huge rock. The creature was a dragon and Minerva was certain of it but it was slightly different from what she had heard. People say dragons are black and ugly but the one before her was nothing ugly. So blue and beautiful. " You're awake," someone said and Minerva immediately recognized the voice. Composing herself, she stood up to look across from where she was standing to see him. He was standing there, like a Greek god Minerva had heard about because of their handsomeness. Minerva couldn't imagine such a beautiful man exists while she was hoping to befriend Noah, the most handsome boy

my Blue who was glowing like she’d just eaten the sun and was gearing up to incinerate someone. And front and center? Abigail and Inara cheering her on like proud parents at a murder recital. “Hit me, Blue! I’m fire resistant!” some dumbass shouted, chest puffed out like he had anything to prove. “No, you’re not...” Inara sighed loudly, “...not to a dragon’s breath, you absolute walnut. They’re ancient. You’ll evaporate.” “I can handle it!” the idiot insisted. Blue chirped, tail whipping the ground, wings half-spread, embers dancing from her jaws like she was warming up for a full-on dragon flamethrower.

I asked. "Actually we do. We got one from- What's that kings name? I think it's Kingsley. He came in a few days ago and handed us one. He said he was impressed by how we ran the place." I nodded quickly. As long as they're only selling dragons and not humans then they're legal- with that permeant. He stopped us at a crate before he opened it, a warm and cozy breeze hit us from where they were keeping the eggs warm inside. The eggs were pure white with small specs of glitter that were the color of a peach. The egg size was twelve inches in length. Smaller than most dragon eggs. "Artic dragons are small. Adults are about the size of a fox." I suddenly heart small chirping sounds coming from th

When he wanted to, he could look like a purely murderous creature. His dragon was equally as impressive. He was still small, considering he was only seventeen, but he was a deep ruby red dragon. Garren confirmed that he was a fire dragon, and with time he would be able to emit enough heat to melt gold with just a touch of his fingers. He could already make small flames form in his palms.

I sat down on the chair facing the sofa and I let my eyes return to normal. “The moment the King lays eyes on Abigail he’ll want her to bond with Prince Nicu. The strongest dragon in existence is the gray dragon. The silver white dragon is next in line, then comes the violet dragon and so on. Royal Dragons have always been what is known as Russian Violet, the darkest shade. We all know the darker the shade the stronger the dragon.” “A woman born of a man with a strong dragon is desirable but the bond has always been respected.” If we were normal people Sorin would’ve been right, but we weren’t.

- He replied slowly, and Callista grabbed his hand. - Tell me now!- She squeezed it. Kylan glanced at her. - It was nothing special, not compared to the Dragon King. It was some average-sized dragon. The witch looked at him again. - Anything else? What color was it? Kylan stayed quiet for a while. - It was a white, plain white dragon. Callista watched him with her lips parted. - Come again?