Blue-eyes Tyrant Dragon Ruling Novels & Stories

Emi inquired. "A Dragon Lord possesses longevity, for one. Take Lucian, for example. He will stop aging at thirty years old and won't resume aging for thousands of years," Visenya elaborated. "Additionally, Dragon Lords possess the ability to produce two types of fire: red and blue. Their red fire is like any other fire, capable of burning and destroying, but their blue fire possesses incredible healing capabilities." Emi's eyes widened with wonder as she contemplated the concept. "A fire that can heal?"

But I couldn’t move. Because I was staring at Ryn. He was different. That was why he was the strongest warrior in Veyra. That was why Vaelor kept him close. He wasn’t just any warrior. He was a dragon fighter. As if he sensed my gaze, he lifted his head. Our eyes met. Only a dragon can recognize the magic of a dragon fighter. If he notice I did, he would get suspicious. I smiled at him. “I told you he would wake up. He was just convulsing.”

Thalia shook its head. However, Adrian did not know if it did not want to share the details with him or if it just did not know. "What about the crimson dragon inside? What's her rank?" Adrian asked, though he already had an idea. After all, even Thalia was scared to face her. "She's one of the Primordial Dragons, of course. She controls numerous loyal dragon descendants, and she owns this realm. She even has many treasures that I don't know about..."

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

She turned to the man the little girl had referred to as Grandpa. He was indeed a grandpa with white hair and all. "We will have to move to the small Mansion at the Eastern border." The man said with a small smile. The lands were divided into four different parts. The Nalish, Naborta, Bathon, and the strongest of all...Viscoria. Viscoria unlike the other lands was ruled by a cruel lord, Lord Wolfarine. Little Beatrice looked up at her butler. Even at a tender age, one knew who ruled the Eastern Border.

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.