Blue Eyes Tyrant Dragon Novels & Stories

"No, actually. Your eyes are one of only two types that give you more than one ability. Besides seeing mana, you can also control up to three elements if you're skilled enough and control how durable your skin is." Hearing everything my eyes could do, Tasha started to pout harder while mumbling, "Not fair...!" "Wow. I didn't know my eyes were that strong. Also, what's the second type of eyes?" "The second is pink eye dragons. They have all the same abilities as you do, only they can control any element and have five times more mana than normal dragons. Their skin is also impossible to damage with traditional weapons and can resist most magic." "They sound really powerful."

Elder Ga roared insanely. Before unleashing a spell, that borrowed the lives of all the plants close by, even the people watching were not spared. The colours of his eyes took different colours, the left eye was white, and the other was dark. Miles stood on his feet, staring at the colour streak heading towards him, his chest out. And his entire body glowed with blinding blue light, the blue light transformed into a full-fledged dragon, and dashed towards the colourful streak, the two collided and exploded.

And there they were, our five little dragons, breaking free of their shells with tiny claws and tiny wings and tiny, furious roars that echoed off the stone walls. It was the most terrifyingly beautiful thing I had ever seen. Each of them was perfect in their own way. Ryn, with his shimmering blue scales and mischievous golden eyes. Tetris, who had Lorien’s fiery red coloring and a curious streak a mile wide. Duncan, solid and steady, with dark bronze scales and a quiet strength that reminded me of his father. Eina, delicate and graceful, with silver wings that sparkled like moonlight. And Violet, my little wildflower, with deep violet scales and a fierce, stubborn spirit that let you know r

Tyr’s eyes had turned blood red as he gazed up at the void, and a blood red glow burst from them! “Tyrannical vitality energy!” With a loud roar, Tyr’s body exploded with vitality energy like a vast sea. “Bloody Spell!” A huge bloody vortex appeared on top of Tyr’s head. “The round moon rises up on the sea and white roses take shape with a thought!” Concurrently, a huge vision appeared above Tyr’s head. The sea was surging in the void and there stood a great number of heavenly buildings. Besides that, there was a loud dragon roar that came from Tyr’s mouth. The black dragon tattoo on his chest seemed to have come alive at this time. Tyr had used the unique skills of the four books to the ful

The Astral sneered, dismissing Tyron. “Is that so? We’ll see who the real ant is soon enough!” Tyron’s rage flared. His sword, glowing with blue and golden light and enhanced by the formation’s power, looked exceptionally fearsome and formidable.

“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.

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?"

Zane’s eyes widened when Tyr looked back and told something to Zeev. There are those blue, almost emerald, eyes of Tyr again he saw the first time they met. It’s mesmerizing to see up close like that, but also baffling at how drastic Tyr’s eye colors change. But he snapped out when he heard Tyr’s deep voice passed his ears. “A rogue.” ‘A what?!’ Zane asked in his head. “There’s another one?” he voiced out this time.

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

The one with the better face said and I gave out a short chuckle. "Three bottles of Tequila Paloma and two bottles of White Russian." I wrote their stuff down and was about to leave when the latter grabbed my hand and dropped something on the table which I looked down to see that it was a picture. "Hmm?" "Seen this guy around here?" The other barbarian asked. "No," I replied and he nodded. "Then what about a guy that's six feet tall and has grey eyes and..." He trailed off and shook his head. "Don't worry about it." He mumbled and I nodded, smiling before turning around and rolling my eyes.