Novel & Cerita Blue-eyes Chaos Dragon

When he was done his purple jewel-like eyes glowed at us, his mouth opened and I saw sharp teeth. He was in the sky high above us, his great wing beating into the air, taking him higher before I was ready. Marcus moved forward, he looked over his shoulder at me one last time before his the same sounds filled the room. The dragon that crouched before me was far bigger than both Louis and Nash. Marcus’ scaly skin was pitch black and looked rough to the touch, he turned around slowly and I was met with deep obsidian eyes. Eyes that even in his other form were sad.

“You can see her? Describe her to me.” “White long flowing hair beautiful pale face but sad eyes. She wears a night gown long and flowing. Her blue eyes shine in the dark it’s the first thing you see of her. Her eyes. Her voice is a soft song but when she is angry she screams.” He nods and seems to drift off seeing her image as he looked up at the ceiling. “I can offer her peace if she wants it. It is up to her. How can she think I am against her? How could she treat me this way?”

She had a lot of questions anyway. "Then, what was the distinct characteristic of the devils compared to the other races?" "All of us had purple eyes." Minerva was still. "Really?" Then why did the devils that invaded the Larin Continent have dead grey eyes? That was written in the history books! Their eyes met and Harika once again said, "Next question." Her lips thinned. Seriously, why were there too many restricted questions? "Okay, then why was the fallen Kingdom of Sora named after you?"

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.

A secret path through the frost-silver trees, cloaked by enchantment and shadow. The path led to a clearing long forgotten by the rest of the world. Twelve skulls—snow-white and wolf-boned—circled a silver tree with bark like light and leaves like night. This was where she found her. Mother Noira. The pack witch. The Shaman of the White Wolves. Her skin was the color of storm clouds, her eyes blind but glowing with thin threads of violet. Runes were carved into her flesh, old magic pulsing from her bones like breath.

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

Suddenly I heard a thunderous, angry screech and a simultaneous shriek of deadly pain. Everything happened so fast and I was still feeling dazed by the turn of events. To my shock stood the flaming, beheaded body of Czar and a huge, beautiful female dragon spread her wings in magnificent glory in the background. The dragon seemed to have gone out of control as she singlehandedly decimated the entire rogue population fighting against us. She was a beautiful light blue dragon with scales of colours ranging from hues of blue to purple. She looked like a Goddess and by the looks of it, I could tell that she was a Sea Dragon.

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.

With tremendously intense nervousness and curiosity, Leila whirled around. She was met by a pair of monstrous dragon eyes shaped like narrow triangles pointing sharply downwards. Crystal blue veins radiated from the center to the outer edge of the irises. Blue liquid wobbled inside them like lakes. Its dark vertical pupils were shrieking while the world around them dimmed, as if they were black holes sucking all the light in. Leila felt her whole being gravitating towards the wondrous eyes, as the dragon penetratingly stared into Leila’s very soul, like drowning in the water, with an immense suffocation.

“No wonder I never found you. Why are you here and not in the dragon lakes?” The dragon didn’t answer, at least not with words. It kept circling, a spiral of muscle and power, the current of its movement warping the bubble, making Dayanara’s arms tremble. A head bent down, slow and regal, and I saw the eyes for the first time. A crystalline blue, deeper than the ocean, fixed on us with the sort of attention that made you feel very, very small. No, not on us. On me. Or rather, on the thing in my hand.