Novel & Cerita Blue-eyes Black Dragon

I will look death in the face and spit in its eye. He stands over me-the great beast I spent my life hating. I was told my dragon captor would be blue and he is. Though blue doesn't quite cover the shades of color rippling over his scales. From the fairest blue sky to the dark of the moon, the light illuminates his incredible hide. His monstrous body is larger than I ever imagined. And his eyes. Their stunning blue depths hold nothing but death. "What are you staring at, female?"

“You are so beautiful, dark dragon,” Madchen reached her arms around his neck, never wavering her gaze. “As are you, Madchen, and I love you,” Drago crashed his lips onto hers, searing her mouth with his passion.Black wings erupted from his back, engulfing Madchen in a cocoon of protection. He didn’t care that he was standing stark naked in front of his gathering family, all he cared about was that Madchen accepted him for what he was, a dragon who had found his mate.

I stood there as a massive black hybrid creature, half-dragon, half-wolf, eyes burning bright blue. But I wasn’t the only one shifting. Crux watched me for barely a breath… and then he shifted too. And he did it casually. Effortlessly, like shedding skin. His form exploded outward, bigger than mine three times over. His wings stretched so wide they brushed the walls. His scales were blacker than night itself, drinking in every trace of light. Vanta Black, a rage dragon leader’s color, almost invisible at night. He was darker than the shadows. Only his molten eyes glowed fiercely, ancient, superior can be seen. He was the leader of Rage Dragon who he inherited from his mother.

The pack watches in stunned disbelief as Selena, seemingly possessed by some dark power, rips Charmaine in two, tearing her apart like a piece of meat. The arena falls silent, the only sound is the ragged breathing of Selena as she stands over the torn remains of her enemy. Blood drips from her hands, her chest heaving as she struggles to regain control of herself… her eyes turns black at the core with a mix of golden flecks and a glowing light blue like a halo around it. This combination would likely give the impression of a powerful, ancient, and mystical being, with eyes that seem to hold the secrets of the universe… like the eyes of an ancient dragon.

The woman looked like a woman in her thirties in the mortal world, but she carried a rare noble aura. However, if she entered the secular world, no one would regard her as an ordinary person. Because her eyes were not only long but also wide, which were very similar to that of the young man called Black Dragon. In fact, this was the unique eye of a flood dragon. It was also a feature that could be recognized at once among demonic beasts. It didn't mean that a flood dragon after shapeshifting couldn't hide this characteristic. It was because the Flood-dragon tribe didn't want to.

"Come on, we're going to riot the black castle, and Norma is responsible for this." Blue was sprinkled on Hana's body with a clear liquid. The slimy feeling made Hana feel disgusted. Blue said softly, "Take a moment; It will effect soon," "But we don't know what Professor Norma's spirit beast is?" Hana said sadly. "It's a dragon," Zeci interjected. "How do you know, Zeci," Hana asked in surprise. Zeci arrogantly said, "Spirit beasts always have a sense of scent. On Professor Norma, I smelled the taste of a dragon, a black dragon. I think so,"

Gunther suggests. “Then he would know where to find her wouldn’t he?” “Maybe he can’t cross the border because a ward keeps him on his side?” “But his eyes are the same as Aurum’s. I think he’s related to her.” “For all we know all dragons have grey eyes with gold. We only know dragons have golden specks floating in their eyes. We know nothing about eye colour.” We get out of bed. Both too startled to fall asleep again. We shift and run through the forest. Gunther feasts on rabbits.

A deep, ancient growl echoed from the void. Selene and Nyra froze, swords lowered. Selene’s eyes narrowed. “No… this can’t be.” Nyra steadied her breath. “The prophecy... ” she whispered; “Mother of Ruin… Daughter of Flame… The sky cracks…” From the breach descended something beyond magic, an ancient presence, older than gods. A colossal form, coalescing from storm clouds: a dragon wrought of lightning and shadow, wings spanning the horizon. Its eyes glowed molten white; its roar shook the very foundations.

It was another type of playing field I wasn't ready to dive into yet, and I wasn't sure I ever would be. The loud thud of heavy feet against the stone roof and the flapping of wings had me turning my head back to where Garren had just stood moments ago. I gasped as I stared at the giant dragon before me. His scales were the colour of the night sky. His wingspan almost reached both sides of the roof before he tucked them back. My eyes roamed over spikes that stuck out from his chin—Black horns formed from the top of his head. A pair of deep violet eyes stared back at me, patiently waiting as I found my barring again.

I contemplated for a moment, only interrupted by Raja's voice. 'That is a dragon's growl, my lady.' "A dragon?" I voices out absentmindedly when I was just supposed to talk with Raja in my mind. "A dragon?" Prince Evan and Prince David echoed my question, they were looking at me now. "Yes. That must be the dragon of the magical healer," Demitri answered. "The question is, what kind of dragon is it, so we would know what attack should we expect." 'He's not my kind. He's a blue dragon. The kind who has the ability to manipulate heavenly elements such as lightning,' Raja informed.