Novel & Cerita Blue-eyes White Dragon Dark Duel Stories

She asked Arcilla. The white dragon stepped forward while keeping her wings folded towards their queen. White dragons lived in ice caves, often dug into the side of an arctic mountain, on the tundra, or glacial planes. Arcilla was a warrior dragon with a human owner named Dane. He's good company and a kind-hearted human. She doesn't want to put him in danger but if the dragons are not responsible for stealing the magic stone, who would it be? It can't be a wild boar or snakes inside the jungle. They're not that gifted to have intelligence like humans. Arcilla bends her white scaled knee on the ground as a sign of respect to her queen and king. "My queen and king, I'm afraid to tell you but m

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

Fushia just stares at him, fascinated. The dragon's eyes are golden with a little blue sapphire marble in the center. It is a blend of the mystical and the beautiful. The dragon's mouth moves smoothly, as if saying something, but Fuschia doesn't hear anything. He spoke for quite a while before handing an egg to Fuschia. Then Fuschia was cast into the abyss. It was mostly dark. There's nothing there. She couldn't even see the tips of her fingers. Nothing was felt in her touch either. There was no smell. She was just floating in the boundless darkness.

Kiara: “Aiden” I scolded the little dragon who was jumping on top of the dresser. No matter how many times I scolded the little creature. He grew more stubborn as he grew. “You know that I won’t break anything” Aiden said looking at me with his big blue eyes. His eyes had stopped shifting in color and were now a dark royal blue, his scales were as black as night. A person couldn’t see him if he decided to sneak on him in the dark.

immediately Allan saw her, He swiftly stops shooting his bow and meets up with her and she related all that happened, Allan was upset and decided to meet up with Betty to confront her but Felicia forbid him to and the duo spends their evening in each other's arms. "I have something I like to show you" Allan held Felicia by her hands further into the Forest They walked to a very tall beautiful oak tree, they look very small in front of this giant tree. There under the vines and root stood hidden a beautiful white dragon sleeping under a colossal root oak tree. The dragon was similar to a medium class dragon, it has blue eyes with no saddle atop her back. This dragon was birthed by Yuki.

Blake asked. “She’s the legendary white dragon descendent,” Drake said. “Only the white dragon is inherently graced with a beauty unparallel to all others.” “I shall accompany her to the Southern Province; there, we will seek out a pregnant dragon so you may be reincarnated,” Blake revealed his intentions and slept for the night.

Nathan lifted his face towards the sky to release the fire from his mouth. The fire divulged from his huge mouth and she squinted her eyes to see such bright light in the darkness. The whole area lit up with his fire. Then the dragon closed his eyes and switched his mode to the cold one. His honey scales began to turn blue and his skin was turned black. He was the dragon in black with blue scales. His eyes were ice blue, giving the hues of several oceans. He released the ice from his mouth, the frost so cold that the white smoke produced from his nostrils.

“No wonder I never found you. Why are you here and not in the dragon lakes?” The dragon didn’t answer, at least not with words. It kept circling, a spiral of muscle and power, the current of its movement warping the bubble, making Dayanara’s arms tremble. A head bent down, slow and regal, and I saw the eyes for the first time. A crystalline blue, deeper than the ocean, fixed on us with the sort of attention that made you feel very, very small. No, not on us. On me. Or rather, on the thing in my hand.

I sighed and looked down. Cassius put his finger under my chin. Our eyes met as he said, “Use your imagination. What would you like your dragon to look like?” That is something that I have never thought about. Dragons have always frightened me, ever since I was attacked when I was six. If my dreams were any indication, dragons killed my parents. I have no reason to want a dragon, but The Trio did save me. I will try because I am alive because of them. “She would have blue eyes, because I love blue eyes,” I began to blush, as his blue eyes twinkled at me, before a bit of red dotted them. “Her scales would be white, iridescent, and maybe accentuated with gold or silver.”

The end of the world smelled of sulfur and crushed violets. Princess Saoirse, the last true blood of the Dragon Kings, stood before the cracked vanity mirror in the servant’s quarters. Her hands trembled violently as she destroyed her birthright. The paste—a foul mixture of river mud, crushed walnut shells, and soot—felt cold and slimy against her scalp. Outside, the sky was bleeding. The Dragon Kingdom of Aethelgard, a realm of glass spires and singing winds, was dying. It wasn't dying quietly. It was screaming under the iron treads of the Empire’s war machines.