Blue Eyes Tyrant Dragon Novels & Stories

' Draco called through the link. Kayda and Draco flew happily as she explored the area. She was slightly bigger than he was. Kayda was a beautiful bright purple with traces of blue as she moved. Her eyes were a shade darker than my own icy blue eyes. I felt more powerful than I have ever felt. She tested her fire breathing and unlike Alaric’s orange flames hers were blue. The hottest of the three colors in a flame. Awesome. 'Kayda, is what Alaric said true? Will I stay a dragon until the eggs are laid?' I asked.

In fact, she secretly liked the gentlemanly nature of Emmet, who has ever been respectful and well-mannered, something Nezeira admires in people. "Yes, sorry, I don't fit well in gatherings like this.", Nezeira apologized. "It's alright, I like peaceful places too, like this one," Emmet said looking at Nezeira with the utmost affection, something she never reciprocated. Perhaps for Emmet, she didn't have to. Her straight, seemingly emotionless face appeals more to him. He stood beside her and asked, "Princess, your eyes. Why it is blue rather than red? As far as we all know vampires have red eyes."

I quickly opened my eyes and turned back only to witness a DRAGON… A dragon with dark blue colored scaled all over body and wide spread wings standing in between me, Draco and sorcerers Ken flying head…. This blue Dragon tall not as tall as Draco Dragon, yet he looked very strong and powerful…. I tentatively watched that his wings and long tail were delicately covered in some green colored runes, they looked familiar yet different…. under dark night sky with shallow light from stars above us his bright dark blue sparkling scales were making him look like a rare Sapphire Gemstone… I was dumb folded… and only watched as this blue Dragon again let out a monstrous growl and opened his mouth and

I snorted. "I know what I look like. You are not it." It rumbled again. "You tell fine jokes, child. Without me, you are nothing. Look closely. Tell me what you see. Who you see." I peered up at its bright eyes. It blinked and its slitted gold turned blue, like its scales... I paused. Those eyes... The time I'd invaded Dameon's thoughts, I had seen me with them but I had disregarded it, knowing I didn't have blue eyes. Looking closer at its hairy scales made me want to touch my hair. They were the same color.

His cold gaze swept over her before moving through the room, inspecting the others with a detached indifference. Amaris, however, remained frozen in place. Her wide hazel eyes locked on the king in disbelief. She could barely comprehend the reality before her—King Alaric, standing not twenty feet away, with every detail matching the book's description. The two-colored eyes, one dark, the other piercing blue, and the unmistakable scar crossing his blue eye, a reminder of his brutal past. It's really him... she thought, her mind struggling to keep pace with the unfolding scene.

He raised his brow at the sight as he received it. Verena smiled. "Since you'll be substituting in for Azazel while he's away, it's a potion that will turn your hair blonde like his. However, you will be unable to turn your eyes crimson because that is a trait shared by the Imperial family. That's why I predicted it will turn into light magenta." Verena explained as Olivier listened intently, his gaze fixed on the potion as he sweated and gulped. (... This two people--) He slowly raised his head to see Azazel and Verena, both of whom were smiling at him.

Draco's eyes were fixed on the Dragon King spirit figure flying over the lake with grace and charisma. The aura of the dragon's magic power felt immense and majestic. A golden silver flash of lightning glistened within the transparent blue-sky dragon spirit body. The dragon's wings looked so majestic and beautiful. The blue-sky skin with gold-silver tendrils colors on Zergenth's wings looked so beautiful. He looked like the king of the sky who controlled the sunshine and the flash of lightning within his body. The figure of Zergenth looked so majestic and enchanting.

"I'm not asking you to shake hands with spirits, but I think getting more of a grip of as much as you possibly can before shit hits the fan will be in everyone's best interest." I eyed him and nodded. "Alright... but if Blue gets mad, I'm blaming you. I'm still just a kid." He grinned. "If I'm right, you'll be too healed for her to fuss. Eyes closed and dig deep." I closed my eyes, taking deep breaths as I delved deeper into myself. The image of a dragon began to take shape in my mind. Its scales shimmered with iridescent hues, like water. Like a Leviathan. I felt it swimming, twirling and sprouting wings, melding with other parts of my bloodline or separating them.

Anala says, just as I hear a roar in the stadium. I turn and see that Morgan has shifted into a gorgeous blue dragon, the color of blue topaz, a water dragon. “Is she a pure dragon?” I ask, completely enthralled with her glittering scales. “Yes, she’s like me, hatched in a lab,” Anala says distractedly. The talking in the stadium has stopped and all eyes are on the claim below. “You are mine, Morgan,” Aithlin says stepping forwad. Morgan roars, water pouring out of her mouth like a heavy waterfall.