Blue Dragon Born Novels & Stories

"He is the key to unlocking the ancient magic that runs through his family's bloodline." "But why Blaze specifically?" I questioned her. Arachne's smile grew wider. "Because Blaze is the firstborn of the first set of triplets born under the Blood Moon," she said as she watched my father's eyes grow wide, He too knew what this meant. "It is a rare and ancient phenomenon, one that imbues the first born of triplets. The child born under its light with incredible magical power." I felt a surge of shock. I had no idea that Blaze's birth under the Blood Moon had made him so special.

My drool was soaked on a couple of stacks of notes. "I just need to clarify their identities with you." "Your ability can't see through it?" "Their screens are different." "Different how?" "Color." I stroked my bread four to five times. Every status screen is blue, a nice simple bright blue. This never changes, no matter how old you get or how young you are. There are reports of dragons having a dark blue screen. Demons are reported to have purple screens. Yet no human, dwarf, or elf has ever been reported to have a different color status screen from blue.

But then Arth was right on time to interfere. [ Blue Dragon Style ] [ First Form ] He pointed Frostcalibur downward and shouted, “Draconic Rush!” The legendary blade glowed in blue and gained power, leaving trails of snow, until its point found the dragon’s nape and buried itself. The beast cried out as Arth pushed harder through its rough flesh, but then he had not taken notice of the long tail coming for him. It swiped him off the dragon’s back and sent him rolling along the dusty ground.

Then the elderly dragon performed an elaborate gesture, his hands moving in patterns that left faint traces of light in the air. "Heir of Obsidian, child of forbidden union," he said in a voice that carried the resonance of mountains. "I am Elder Pyraxis of the Obsidian Flame clan. We have sought traces of the royal bloodline since the great scattering." The younger dragon stepped forward, performing a similar but simpler gesture. "I am Kaelor, son of Kaelith, born of duty to the Obsidian Flame." His eyes, so similar to Daniel's, held a complex mixture of emotions. "You would be my half-brother."

But even in seclusion, they were feared. And Kiara’s mother had been the worst of all. The last full-blooded dragon. Royalty by birth. A queen with wings the color of obsidian and flame, a mind sharp as war steel, and a daughter born of fire and wolf. She represented the past. Her child? A terrifying future. So the wolves called it treason. They brought silver and soldiers. And the dragons—few, scattered, diluted—burned bright… but not long. They fell not because they were weak.

A shiver creeps through my body, knowing that Jessblue's blood is like no other. I could feed on any Bampire, but it would not have the same effect as Jessblue’s virgin blood. She was born with a rare genetic blood type called SD7. The purity of the blood that runs in her veins is different than the average female Bampires on Bluestoria. It makes me and Cameron feel like drug addicts every time we feed on her. I turn my head to the right and look up to see an unconscious Jessblue, smiling and admiring the work I just performed on her.

' Draco called through the link. Kayda and Draco flew happily as she explored the area. She was slightly bigger than he was. Kayda was a beautiful bright purple with traces of blue as she moved. Her eyes were a shade darker than my own icy blue eyes. I felt more powerful than I have ever felt. She tested her fire breathing and unlike Alaric’s orange flames hers were blue. The hottest of the three colors in a flame. Awesome. 'Kayda, is what Alaric said true? Will I stay a dragon until the eggs are laid?' I asked.

The dragon, however, was like a spirit, as its entire body had all been made of blue energy. “He’s here …” Kael said, seeing a young man riding on the dragon’s back, flying towards them. It was Arth Aragon, the son of Letholdus Aragon. And his powers had already been … awoken.

How he was made a dragon elder. But Lucas is new to this place. He looked around the huge stone walls and the three thrones standing proudly at the end of the great hall. He can faintly see that each throne has a colour. It is not quiet visible to everyone, but his gaze is sharper than others. So he saw orange, black, and aqua blue colours, one on each throne. He understood Orange is for Drake, Black is for Blaze and he is surprised to see the aqua blue colour. He is the only dragon born with this unique color, because of his parentage.

None of them could hold my gaze. "All of you. You all lied to me. You all knew. For how long have you known who I was?" I inquired, thankfully, my voice held strong and steady, not musical, just me. "When a new dragon is born, we... we get alerted. More so... our Ice dragon and.... The leader's mate." Nyxaria whispered, eyes glued to the floor. My heart broke. "Since I was born? You know... everything?" "Everything." Nyxaria affirmed.