Blue-eyes Tyrant Dragon Ruling の小説・ストーリー

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.

（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."

"You know, in the world of mages, eye color is a significant indicator of power. For regular mages, when they're tapping into their abilities, their eyes turn a vivid shade of purple. It's a well-known trait, almost a hallmark of their magic." He paused, looking intently at Astrid. "But for the royal family, it's different. They possess a unique and rare eye color. When they channel their powers, their eyes transform into a mesmerizing shade of opalescent teal, shimmering with hues of blue and green. This color is a symbol of their elevated status and the ancient magic flowing through their veins."

"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."

Alaric smiled, “You are doing a fine job, Ilyas. With this, we would be ready when the gods come for us.” “Of course, your Majesty, we would never let them take us by surprise like they did ten thousand years ago.” Ilyas, a man with long blue hair and blue eyes, said. Asher could already tell that he was from the Blue Dragon clan. Alaric had explained to him that the color of the eyes tells the clan a dragon comes from. With him being the only golden dragon, he was the only one with golden eyes. His father was from the blue dragon clan, and his mother was from the white dragon clan. The white dragons have grey eyes. “Indeed, this time, we shall emerge victorious,” Alaric said, and Ilyas hail

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?"

Being the dragon prince allows me special abilities, but it also makes me stronger, faster, and bigger than the other dragons. After the first dragon died, her children fought over who should be in charge. They had a contest to find which of them was the strongest. It was the red dragon. A red dragon can only be born from another red dragon, as opposed to the other colors. White, black, green, purple, blue, and any color you can imagine almost seems to happen at random. Adding to the rarity, only one of the offspring a red dragon has will be red. Meaning if by some miracle, the dragon stone blessed me with five children, only one would be red, and they would be my heir. It wouldn’t matter if

They both bowed their heads in response before taking their leave. Raeherys and Gramad made their way up on the long steps. Two columns of carved dragon statues lined in parallel on both sides of the stairs. Hyborns they were—elite dragons with medallion-gold shade of skin, scales, and eyes. Like Raeherys, Hyborns had been deemed as the most powerful among all dragons because of their multiple heads and the divine blood of Hylos, their God, running through their veins. For thousands of generations, they had ruled and served and protected the dragon realm from the enemies … more so from the humans.