Blue Dragon Emperor Novels & Stories

Dad shakes his head. “What about silver dragons,” asks dad. “You said to read about the six different types of dragons,” says Owen. “I said there are six different types aside from the silver dragons,” dad says with an annoyed look on his face. “I guess I will have to cover that part for you. Listen up cause I’m only going to go over this once. Silver dragons are silver in color however, when the light shines on them they tend to shimmer a pastel rainbow color which makes them look exceptionally beautiful. They can control all the elements and they are the only dragons that are able to transform into humans and have the ability to teleport. This is due to the original silver dragon’s mother

Feeling their indifference, he lowered his voice and explained, “It is said that the old ancestor of the Royal Spirit Empire is a transmogrification of an ancient and mystical, divine beast. Hence, no country dares to wage war against the empire, for fear of the wrath of this old ancestor. “As you know, when we speak of ‘ancient’, ‘mystical’, and ‘revered’ beasts, the picture that normally props into our mental eyes are those of the ancient sea dragons, aerial dragons, inferno-dragons, glacier-dragons, the imperishable inferno-phoenixes and glacier-phoenixes!

Elder Michael said. “Of course Elder,” Megan said and stood up. I wasn’t permitted to go with her so I waited with Felix while Megan left with all three Elders into an adjoining room and I could feel the moment Kaida separated from Megan. She was a beautiful dragoness, silvery white in colour and about half the size of Abeloth, which made her a tad smaller than a violet dragon.

"A dragon?you mean a real live dragon and not a toy or fantasy?" " Yes,do you believe in the stories of the guardians?"Castus rub his forehead " I'm his guardian,zircon is blue and..." " Wait,an ice dragon?where did you keep it?I have been to the woods a number of times but haven't come across one" " He's a gentle ice dragon,he won't kill you as for where I kept it that's my little secret"Karen lower her gaze.

Instead, Una stood confused as to why Irkal reacted that way. The door opened and the Emperor entered. Una looked at the man intently as he entered the room, and the people in the room bowed down. The girl who had helped her to dress, Irkal, and the two men bowed down to their faces and shouted in chorus. "Long life, the Emperor; the blessings of the gods be on the kingdom of Slosalia," they said, and they all stood up. "Leave us," Asalan Enlim says, dismissing them all.

Jet wings sliced dawn's gold over Pacific indigo, Tokyo skyline sharpening steel fangs below. Kenji's hand rested possessively on my thigh through jewel silk, obsidian eyes scanning clouds like threats. Mahogany skin still hummed jet-bedroom echoes—silk ties' bite, his gravel claims—but hazel locked forward, dissecting the descent. Eiko's gambit dust, his two-year stalk confessed fuel now, not chain. Tokyo loomed as an empire's heart, where dragons forged or fell.

She tensed, and as soon as his glaive twitched up and he descended the hill at breakneck speed, she unsheathed her blades and began running to meet him halfway— But it wasn’t to be.Because in that instant, a fierce, overwhelming wind buffeted them both. It knocked Doufan to the ground, pinning him almost flat and forcing him to brace himself with the glaive stabbed into the grass, while Anzi stumbled backward down the slope where the wind wasn’t so powerful. And despite the dangerousness of taking her eyes off the weapons master, she looked back when a bone-rattling, air-rending, terrible, all-consuming roar began to build behind her. It grew and grew…as the great blue dragon rose, hovering

I blinked my eyes hard, trying to see any resemblance between the Emperor and Dante. Dante looked like he was personally sculpted by the god of beauty, but his father seemed to have been trolled by the same god. The Emperor's nose was fat, round, and reddish; his salty grey beard was longer than my hair. A sparkling gold crown with a huge ruby in the centre adorned his mass of dry grey hair. Next, I studied his clothes. He was wearing a red cloak, black silk tunic and trousers, with gold armour and red leather boots.

The crowd was getting restless upon finding out, but their silence soon returned when Guinevere spoke through the microphone that was a crystal ball on a blue stick. "Ahem, greetings to my people and to everyone else in the world who is watching this. I know that this is a very sudden event that would normally take weeks to prepare for. However, we have made a desperate decision that this must take place as soon as possible. As we have announced, on this day, there is a new Dragon Emperor born. He is a descendant of the first Dragon Emperor of Destruction, Draco Blair, and also the grandson of the fourth Dragon Emperor of Destruction, Raisya Blair." Guinevere said.

Being forced to move along with him for five days as he rode, I got to know a bit about the other seven that rode alongside him ahead of the army. Brontés was the closest male to Zephyros. Ever calm and collected. He hardly said a word but his obsidian eyes were ever observant and inspecting. Whenever Zephyros was absent, he commanded in his stead. Morpheus was the exact opposite of Brontés. Character-wise, for in physical looks, I couldn't even take a pick on who was more handsome. Where Brontés had jet black hair, Morpheus had dark burgundy. His aquamarine blue eyes were so striking and even from a distance, you could tell its color. He was charming but overly jovial and annoying. He revel