Blue Eyes 3 Headed Dragon の小説・ストーリー

What if she doesn’t want to be Queen or them Kings? Draco was a formidable thirty-nine-foot silver dragon. Silver denoted Mystics. Their eyes were the color of gemstones. The color represented the primary element that they drew their power from. Draco’s eyes were an electric blue because he drew his power from water. One might think that fire would be the most powerful element, but it was not. Water was because there were water molecules in the air that could be used as an extensive power source. Also, when there was no other way to fight, the water could be harnessed.

My blue hair fell beyond my shoulders, representing everything I was destined to be rather than being the object of youthful awe. As I fixed the silver circlet Alpha Derek had given me for the mating ritual, my hands shook a little. The thought of him made my heart skip a beat. Prophecy and duty had entwined our futures as we grew up together. I had noticed the tender grin he kept for me and the warmth in his black eyes, even though our interactions had always been professional and closely watched by the pack elders. I was startled out of my reverie by a gentle knock on my door. I called and said, "Come in," hoping to see my mother for some last-minute counsel.

Achilles waited patiently for her reply. As he waited for her to gather her thoughts, he took a moment to appreciate the beauty stood before him. He could tell that Seraphina’s dragon hadn't reached its full size yet but still, she stood tall at about 12ft tall, she was covered in pearlescent scales that looked smooth as glass and shone in hues of pink, purple and blue as the candle light flickered off of her body. A strange ethereal glow radiated from her body, Achilles couldn’t help but stare at his fated Princess in bewilderment, she was an angel, no, a goddess. As he looked up to her dragon’s face, he was shocked and joyous that he was looking into the same purple and blue eyes that he h

Free falling from the sky, I couldn’t stop screaming. My arms flailed around as if trying to grab onto something, even if there was nothing to grab. Above me was a Dragon, galactic in size. He had to be as massive as a mountain. I had to admit that the Dragon was alluringly breathtaking. Luminous metallic purple scales cascaded over its entire form. Its wings arched slightly as they span across the sky. Its head turned down as it looked at me, with large radiant indigo eyes. When it redirected and started flying toward me, I stopped screaming and simply stared at the magnificent beast.

My inner wolf whines at my mate’s size, and my eyes widen as I take him in as a whole. His skin is covered in shimmering bronze scales that glint with every color imaginable as they catch the sun. Majestic and grand wings from his back are casting a shadow that darkens the entire garden. He has three heads, each unique and terrifying in its own right. “I’ve heard two new heads grow out of a hydra if you destroy one of them,” Leon whispers. “Hydra dragons are truly fascinating.” I gulp. “Y-yeah, and scary.” Reed’s heads are snapping at each other, causing me to shrink further into Leon.

The Beta smiled. A fine hatchling, Breeth voiced his approval, a good size, healthy, curious. He will be an excellent addition to the Ice Pack. “Hello, little one.” Rhyland touched the hatchlings head. The purple dragon turned quickly, losing his balance and falling onto his back. “Oh dear, did you fall down?” Rhy cooed. The dragon huffed a little, but instead of trying to get up, he shifted into baby. Again, it was different to Lillah’s expectation. The baby looked a few months old rather than like a new born. His hair was silver and eyes blue, so different from the way Rhy and Gaz looked.

Frigga, however, let out a soft scoff and turned to leave. But the moment she turned around—before Heimdall could even react—Odin stepped in front of her, blocking her path. He then took her hand and led her back to Heimdall’s side. Heimdall immediately straightened and said respectfully, “Your Majesty.” “Looks like you’re all having quite an enjoyable conversation,” Odin said casually, picking up a silver goblet. “As for the dragon’s appearance, many books describe it differently, each more inconsistent than the last. As for the blue exterior—that comes from an elven seer’s prophecy of what it will look like thousands of years in the future. If I’m not mistaken, what you read was the illust

Ricky asked. “Huh um no they are blue; you should get your eyes checked,” Jade said shaking her head. She wasn’t sure why the boy was so interested in her eyes. “No, they are gray Jade.” He challenged. “There’s only ever been one person with your eye color. You should be happy that you’re different.” “Whatever, I have to go,” Jade said rolling her eyes. She was hoping her Aunt was already waiting for her. “Should we tell her about the legends?” Stephan whispered to Ricky.

Megan smiled mischievously at her husband, "you charge in here knowing you might die? Does Beemo mean that much to you?" "Aren't you coming with me? I'm not going to run away, especially after finding out this trip might be a lot more fun than I originally thought." The void coach slowed down. Xasha could see 5 blue scaled dragons in the distance. Four blue dragons were circling around fighting off an armor attacking from the ground and burning down everything they could with liquid oxygen attacks. One blue dragon was facing off against a skinny man with Purple hair. The man was over 7ft tall and had a ten-foot pole in his hand with a war hammer at the end.

She had been sitting by his bedside all night. Emma held his hand. "It's good that you're alright." Draco was taken aback. He had always thought Third Sister had beautiful eyes—long, dark, and glossy eyelashes slightly curled, her irises distinct and contrasting. Her irises were darker than the darkest obsidian, while the whites of her eyes were clear like a springtime pond. But now, that pond was tainted with threads of blood, revealing the owner's fatigue. Draco sat up. "We need to return immediately!"