Novel & Cerita Blue-eyes Tyrant Dragon Ruling

Eyes like blue ice held an equal amount of eagerness and readiness to begin life. They were given the names Nayara and Ghaeron, for the light and darkness. Like their parents they were immortal of spirit, with innate abilities to manipulate mystical energy, though not to the degree that their parents could. They grew swiftly as Dragons do, and soon were mature enough to assume their roles as guardians.

Horace leaned in, then roared, "Why is he blue? My son can't be blue!" Silence gripped the crowd. Everyone exchanged glances, no one daring to speak. Dragon royals were born red. It was an ancient rule. Other colors existed among common dragons, but never royalty. A blue dragon, born to the prince's concubine, screamed one thing. She had betrayed him. The crowd's stares burned, and Horace's rage boiled over. He lifted the child and smashed it to the ground, killing it instantly. The gruesome scene made me shudder.

The *Beastmen consist of several ranks that indicate their strength. The ranks are identified by the color of their eyeballs. Those who are born without natural/special talents have various eyeball colors but look like ordinary human eyeballs. While those who have risen in rank/changed levels will have eyes that sparkle beautifully like polished gemstones. Starting from the lowest level; *Gold: eyeballs are golden *Diamond: eyeballs are clear crystal *Emerald: eyeballs are green *Amethyst: eyeballs are purple *Sapphire: eyeballs are blue *Ruby: eyeballs are red

Darkness, the infinite darkness Dull eyes The last breath Arm falls The candle goes out forever A shadow shaped like an ancient beast looks at the decrepit body See a light invisible to the eyes of the living The beast takes control. Her soul, full of dark, rancor, hatred, anger, revenge; but a dim light of hope emits a feeling of love, a love inherited from her mother. Roars… The eyes of the King of the beasts, leader of the “Twelve mythical beasts”. Analyze his soul, his essence, his nature, with unique eyes, the left one, a mixture of red and black and the other, blue and green

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.

The moment his gaze locked onto the infant, a monstrous, white-hot fury erupted from his throat. "Why does it have blue eyes?! Why the hell does my son have blue eyes?!" The entire grand hall plunged into a suffocating, paralyzing silence. The Elders exchanged horrified, bewildered glances. No one dared to draw breath. Every single legitimate child born to the dragon royal family, male or female, possessed pure, molten-gold reptilian slits at birth. This was an iron clad, prehistoric law of royal biology that had remained unbroken for thousands of years.

The priest cleared his throat nervously reciting some things. She could barely listen to him as her eyes watched the man before her. Huge, so huge he was dominating. Dark curly hair and grey eyes that looked silver on sunlit days. Broad shoulders and heavily calloused hands held her soft ones. A scar on right eyebrow and one his lips. The title 'Tryant King' fit him to a tee. This man was a very scary man. But he was smiling at her and his eyes held the gentlest light. She returned with one of her own, albeit forced.

“A fated mate makes their partner stronger—and their offspring stronger as well. No matter the troubles, Her Highness should not reject her mate.” “Hatchling or pups?” Lord Bronn shot back, standing as well. “Dragons should rule dragons.” Heat flared in my chest, anger coiling sharp and bright. The words of the Moon Goddess echoed through my mind: “Only you can create your destiny.” I rose to my feet. With a flick of my hand, both lords were forced back into their seats, their eyes wide as the chamber lights flickered overhead.

I asked, holding my balance firm, not planning to leave my guts. The wind passed again, this time, almost touching my right ear. This person is fast as well, telling the movement of the wind. But what I'm not sure of is if he is from this kingdom or another. "I think you should try better wind boy," I said sarcastically. Ready to use the insight of my dragon to see through the darkness. The dragon and we are like a body and soul. We can't live with each other. Before a royal is born, a dragon is born too. And each royal picked their dragon at the age of ten through the connection and inserted the feel into the dragon. This makes us together as one.

（Third-person POV.） "Sent where?" Joric's voice trembled, but he fought to keep it steady. "To her mate's pack, of course," Marta replied, like she was talking about the weather. New mate? Joric’s mind went blank. "Who is her new mate?" He heard his own voice as if from a great distance. "The Alpha of Silvermoon," Marta said with a small laugh. "Alpha Torin. It's quite something, isn't it? For Faelan to be claimed by an Alpha that powerful."