Blue Eyes Tyrant Dragon Novels & Stories

Vertical pupils against a blue background, they had a faint glow that could easily make anyone think that his eyes were capable of seeing everything, even capable of seeing inside her. It doesn't matter that she wasn't human. With or without scales, tail, horns or claws For Marcel, she was the most beautiful being he had ever seen before. A blue-eyed white dragon in every sense of the word.

said the blue whale with eyes full of hope for Long Chen. Inside Long Chen's body, the blue firebird stood, releasing its aura. In front of the blue firebird was a black figure resembling a dragon staring at it sharply, the black dragon seemed to be full of hatred towards the blue firebird. It wanted to move but didn't dare because the fire possessed by the blue firebird was no ordinary fire. "You shouldn't be here. Merge with me and become my power," said the blue firebird with murderous intent, soaring through Long Chen's sea of consciousness.

Reagan raised a brow. “Crescent Moon is a prosperous pack, rich with vegetation, topography perfect for fortresses and located in a prime region nestled between mountains and the sea.” He spoke. “That’s just the pros of the land. The members are educated in combat, healing, and foraging. They are neo were-wolves. I dare you to take over them. Take their land and take their loyalty.” Reagan’s lips curled into a crooked grin. “Is that a challenge, Freddie?”

Michael's face was so peaceful as he slept, it made me nuzzle more into his chest with a content smile. His eyes were shut softly with no pressure at all, making the wrinkles that came with his expressions almost disappear completely. It hid his beautiful sky-blue eyes, the colour which reminded me of my summer holidays with my family to Croatia, year in and out. It had been my favourite time of the whole year. The relaxing times, the happy memories, the smell of the beach, the heat, the sound of chirping insects. He reminded me of that. Of home. Of happiness. Of anticipation.

both Adrien and Frost asked at the same time. "How is this even possible? I mean showing three colors at the same time? Even you, the most powerful vampire can only show two colors. One is red and the other one green who represents the most powerful breed," Adrien said, shocked. "That's what I'm confused about too," Daniel replied. "Which were these three colors?" Frost looking at Daniel. "Red, Yellow, and Blue," Daniel told him. Frost narrowed his eyes as he said, "Blue eyes represent Vampires while Yellow eyes represent werewolf and only powerful breeds like me and Adrien and some others too can change their eyes in red color in different kind of situations."

Shelyca’s face grew red as she understood what he meant. Dareon put her down for a while, made some few steps away from her and then after a few seconds, a smoke enveloped his body while a ray of twinkling lights scattered and danced around such smoke. When the smoke and the lights disappeared, a mighty, large Dragon of reddish color with golden sprinkled spots from its head to back suddenly flipped its strong wings. Shelyca gasped in total awe. The only traces that she could see of Dareon into the Dragon is his bluish eyes that suddenly turned to deep brown when he either feels angered or completely amazed and excited.

How much more does she want? This is ridiculous he has a house he could have taken her in. Is he doing this out here just to bother me? Why is my tyrant having sex with some whore bothering me? As much as I hate for him to know this bothers me and that I'm out here I can't watch this any longer. Slowly standing up his eyes dart to meet mine. I guess I'm not as stealthy as I had hoped. Rolling my eyes at the smirk on his face trying to hide the hurt in my eyes I turn and go inside slamming and locking my door. I just can't win!

The bare-branched trees won’t serve as a proper cover for anything and then I look up in the sky… My breath hitches when I see the white dragon, An arctic dragon, ethereal and lithe as it flies not too high up. Its shadow covers me momentarily. I stand there mesmerised as I watch it fly for some time with a strangely thudding heart. The afternoon rays of the sun reflect on its snowy white form, making the greyish-white wings look veiny and almost translucent and making it look more majestic. An arctic dragon is as rare as a basilisk. I feel my heart lodge in my throat when the beast slightly tilts its head, its beady black eyes meet mine. Its gaze narrows slightly before it veers and begins

Beautiful. Was the first word that rang in my head as grey piercing eyes met mine. The King didn't have horns like the rumors had said, he was no ugly beast, and he certainly didn't have ugly fangs hanging out from his mouth, no. The King… was beautiful in a powerful masculine way… He was the most handsome man I'd ever seen. Almost like he belonged with gods and not us mere were-folks. But why… Why did he look familiar? Those grey eyes didn't leave mine, I watched in horror as the expression in them morphed from shock to blinding fury. His face was bright red with rage.

looking out at the raging water metres below them. “Dragina!” she called scanning the water below, for a moment she thought nothing would happen when suddenly the shimmering grey-blue dragon burst from the waters, spraying them with the icy spray of the sea. Her glittering blue eyes blazed as she opened her mouth, Drakayaan growled dangerously, and their eyes met. Layana took the moment to lock her gaze with Dragina, keeping her powers ready just in case she decided to freeze her.