Blue Eyes Silver Dragon Novels & Stories

"The royal silver dragons are the mightiest dragons in all the realms." Sarn laughed and spoke next. "Nothing personal, but besides a little shine, you have no color. What makes you think silver is the mightiest?" How did I answer that? "It just is," I replied stubbornly. I don't think my uncle ever explained why we were mighty; I just accepted it because he said it was so. Laryn leapt into the sky shifting to his blue dragon. "You are not prettier than this. Blue is the color of the sky and ocean. Blue is the color that should be bowed to."

" Well, you have been hiding your scent by carrying blueberries wherever you went, you didn't know Shin the Great Hero and Dragon Slayer, which is weird since every being does, you weren't freaked out from the mirror and the transformation of me and V4, unlike Kagome..... Not to mention, you were covering up for me while we were tracking. I'm guessing you already know that I'm not human either, which is why you're sharing your secret." " * Chuckles* Nothing gets by you, huh?" He laughed as he sat back down, next to me. " Not really. Which brings me to the question why would you tell me?" " * Sigh* Well..... You see... Silver Dragons aren't like any other dragon since we're the only one that

The next second, his figure turned into the old man standing in front of Samuel. Yvonne frowned and looked at Samuel, saying, "The Dragon Tribe is ranked in the Five Regions, so its color is determined by the five elements, namely red, white, green, black, and golden. This is silver..." Samuel nodded. Yes, it could be said that he had never heard of or seen it before. However, upon closer inspection of the four dragons' expressions, the Silver Dragon's status seemed to be extraordinary. "Mr. Hannigan, can you tell?" the old man asked with a smile. Samuel frowned and looked back at the old man. Suddenly, he thought of something...

Ylys is in front, by herself, followed by the silver dragons, then the bronze dragons, then blue, red, and finally, greens. There are only four silver dragons, and I am the only rider of a silver. There is a bronze rider, two red, two blue, and three green riders. That’s all of us, nine riders. That’s how selective the dragons are about who they will bond their lives to. It makes me even more proud to know that I was not only worthy of being a dragon rider, but worthy of being a rider to a silver dragon.

It’s blue eyes meeting my husband’s green ones as it returns the purr “Blake?” “This is you” Blake said, taking a step forward, pulling me with him. I went to take a step back, but Blake wouldn’t allow me to as he tightened his grip, encouraging me “just like I have Ares, you have…” “Crystal” the dragon spoke. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I lost balance, my vision blurring before everything went blank… **********************************

She is mine by divine right. I growl softly and break away from her. I have no idea where those thoughts came from. It’s not who I am, what I am. Star looks up at me. Her eyes flash bright silver in the gloom of the cave. Silver. I’ve never seen a Lycan with silver eyes, not even the rare ones. Golden, violet, some warriors even have red eyes, and my own rare icy blue ones. It must be because of who she is, what she is.

The silver mesh dress—now torn and muddied—shimmered faintly in the gloom like the scales of a dying fish. She watched Tristan. He lay on a bed of moss she had gathered, his body wracked with tremors. He was unconscious, but it wasn't a peaceful sleep. His eyelids fluttered rapidly, and his hands—resting on his chest—twitched with spasms of violet static. Every time he twitched, the air around him hummed. It was a sound Saoirse knew well. It was the sound of a dragon dreaming. But Tristan wasn't a dragon. He was a human vessel that had been cracked open and filled with a power too volatile to contain.

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.

I whispered back remembering, searching his eyes, As soon as I said it his eyes softened to a blue as if those words had calmed him. “WE don’t,” he replied softly, his eyes all shades of green, blue, and gold. "Is that what you are? A Dragon?" I asked staring up into his galaxy eyes, his arms around me stiffened, "yes," he replied his eyes skimming my face as if gauging my reaction. I shook my head wondering what I had gotten myself into, I thought Lycans were a mess, but Dragons! "I didn't know that Dragons were-" "Handsome?" He asked grinning, his white teeth which were definitely not as sharp as I thought they would be appearing.

“I wanna see Luna … Robert … and Chief Gregor … but they’re all one world away …” A sparkle of light caught the corner of his vision. Arth turned and he spotted a glowing sphere from the dragon’s mouth. He smiled sadly when he realized it was the core of Draphiron. It had the same size of an eyeball, glowing in blue as the color of S-class beasts. Arth wiped his tears and reached for the dragon’s mouth to get the core. But then, as he touched the blue orb, it suddenly flashed, blinding Arth’s eyes.