Blue-eyes White Dragon Blanket Novels & Stories

So, she found herself staring in wonder as a pure white dragon, almost as big as Dreygor, followed meekly behind a dragonkeeper. Elyx's scales mirrored the snowfalls of Sejukgheim. She was a lethal combination of beautiful and terrifying. She spread her huge wings and flapped them, raising a substantial cloud of dust before folding them up. Nerina took a glance at Nezetta whose eyes were watering as she took in the sight of the dragon that she thought she'd never see again since she was banished to the Alcatraz. "Nezetta?" She called out softly. "Hm?"

I wished I could take away all her suffering. As our chanting slowed, I looked over at Zayla and Bella. They lay panting, holding each other's hands as their face started forming now and horns towards the back of her head, and then her amazing black wings unfolded from her size as she made it onto all four legs; she stretched out her wings and let out a massive roar that shook the ground falling behind with her sister Bella was just as massive as a dragon should be. Her scales were solid black but glistened with a blue hue in the moonlight, resembling a beautiful jewel. Both she and Zayla had eyes that shone bright blue and purple. My dad cleared his throat, catching my attention.

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.

Its claws are dark at the base, clear at the tips. But its eyes are the worst part. Deep ice blue, bright and cold. When it looks down, the air feels frozen. The warriors below can only stare up in fear. The white dragon folds its wings and drops from the sky. Snow explodes as it lands hard on the frozen ground. The whole werewolf realm shakes. Its ice-blue eyes sweep over everyone below. No one dares to breathe. That's the way it is now. Then, the rider steps down. Raphael slides off the dragon’s back and hits the ground. The cold air dances around us, biting skin, freezing breath.

The old woman looked at the surroundings from one side to the other, but there was nothing suspicious, nothing that gave information about this baby or any presence in the surroundings. When I look at the baby in her arms, what I observed was simply impossible to describe. She was an extremely beautiful girl, like a porcelain doll, as if at the slightest blow she would break. Snow white skin and long shiny silver hair; but what most surprised the old woman were her eyes, the right eye had a triangular shape of green color on a blue background. Looking at her left eye, the figure was that of a beast, a lizard with black wings on a crimson red background.

After quite a few moves Nezeira, along with a witty fighting tactic managed to slice off the beasts head. Yihan, stood like a statue, his heart thumped against his chest at a dangerous speed. His eyes were glued to this woman, or vampire. He thought to himself, “So it was you. I saw you back then. But, the eyes? How are they blue? ……….who are you?” Security men poured in swiftly and surrounded Nezeira. She sheathed away her sword, went up to the in-charge and showed the royal i-card. Then she spoke,

The white fabric was long enough to reach the floor as she dropped it over her head. Nya pulled the blankets back from the bed and snuggled beneath them. The bed was comfortable, the mattress soft, and the room went dark the moment she put out the lantern, probably because there were no moon or stars in the sky to filter through the window. The red glow she’d noticed earlier was still illuminating the area outside of the window, but it wasn’t nearly as bright, and with thick drapes hanging over the opening, all she could see was a faint glow between the crack of the curtains. Her eyelids were heavy, despite being in a strange place. Nya took a few deep breaths and let herself drift away, pra

Then it’s time for rain to shift, she stands strong ready, she is the only water dragon to be going with the party. “What is your dragon called?” I ask her, she smiles warmly. “Shui” Stepping forward she shifts, I watch as she changes into the most beautiful ice white dragon with sky blue flecks and bright blue eyes. Her white scales are almost like glitter when the sun hits them. She is smaller than the male dragons but her dragon out shines them all. “She’s pretty impressive” I turn to look at Denu, she rolls her eyes “Ok, she is stunning” she says, I just laugh at her.

The wolves gather around as Ophelia raises her hands and says, please Welcome our lost Dragon King and Queen. The wolves Howl around us as each of the witches binds our hand together with coloured ribbons; Ophelia’s is green, then a red one is bound around us, then a blue one, which I now know is the colour of Dylan’s dragon and lastly a gold coloured ribbon is wrapped around our joined hands, I raise an eyebrow unsure of why one is gold, Ophelia smiles as she says “Our Dragon heir” Our baby Dragon will be gold…. The head witch raises her hand to the sky before she says,

I have a dragon? A white dragon with pearly white scales. She looked like a creature carved from moonlight and frost. Her body gleams as though each scale were polished porcelain or mother-of-pearl, catching the light and scattering it in soft, shimmering hues. When she moved, the scales rippled like flowing silk, giving the impression that the she carried a piece of the moon on her skin. Her eyes are a piercing, crystalline blue - bright and cold as glacial ice - yet filled with an ancient intelligence that feels both mesmerizing and unnerving. The contrast of its pale, luminous body and those sharp, blue eyes makes it appear regal and otherworldly, as though it was born from winter storms