Blue-eyes White Dragon Dark Duel Stories Novels & Stories

Grandpa noted, but as always, I didn't understand what he was saying. "For what?" "The white dragon is the female, half of the spell. Her purple eyes and white light comes from the blood of the white dragon. You and Sebastian carry the gold dragons blood. The three of you have to cast it together." "She isn't his mate," I growled at him. He was convinced Ruby shared us both as mates, but that wasn't true. She was my fated and only mine. Sharing her body was one thing, but sharing her soul was something different.

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?"

3RD PERSON Everyone is holding their breath while waiting for the duel between Black Dragon and Hercules to start. They seems to be trying to gauge each other’s skill on the sword. Hercules is using a longsword and JD is using a katana. Who will dominate the duel? Everyone is waiting to witness it. Finally, Hercules raised his sword and attacks JD in full force. JD just lightly flicks his katana towards his longsword and deflects the attack. “Is that your best?” JD asks Hercules who is already starting to get annoyed.

The bare-branched trees won’t serve as a proper cover for anything and then I look up in the sky… My breath hitches when I see the white dragon, An arctic dragon, ethereal and lithe as it flies not too high up. Its shadow covers me momentarily. I stand there mesmerised as I watch it fly for some time with a strangely thudding heart. The afternoon rays of the sun reflect on its snowy white form, making the greyish-white wings look veiny and almost translucent and making it look more majestic. An arctic dragon is as rare as a basilisk. I feel my heart lodge in my throat when the beast slightly tilts its head, its beady black eyes meet mine. Its gaze narrows slightly before it veers and begins

He looked into its eyes and they held the promise of a lot of things the dragon had seen in his lifetime. Their eyes locked for a while, and the dragon's irises changed from the usually dark-coloured eyes to a fiery golden brown. Dragomir could recognize that look anywhere, he was one too familiar with it, so when the dragon lowered its head till it's large head was inches away from his face. He knew what was next and so he had to act fast. ‘What’s your name?', he questioned in his head. The dragon stopped briefly but then went on to open its large jaws revealing long sharp teeth.

Elder Ga roared insanely. Before unleashing a spell, that borrowed the lives of all the plants close by, even the people watching were not spared. The colours of his eyes took different colours, the left eye was white, and the other was dark. Miles stood on his feet, staring at the colour streak heading towards him, his chest out. And his entire body glowed with blinding blue light, the blue light transformed into a full-fledged dragon, and dashed towards the colourful streak, the two collided and exploded.

“Hey, young lad, you’re in my house. Oh, let me recount it fully for you lest you feel confused. First, I haven’t invited you here. Second, you barged inside without my permission. Third, you’re holding the hand of the young lass over there without my consent. And fourth, you’re pointing your sword at the elderly with blatant disrespect, unbefitting of a noble." “I’ve heard of your madness in the battlefield, but I never heard of your madness outside of it.” The old magus eye’s narrowed and his voice echoed through the wide halls like it was coming from the depths of the abyss. “Tell me, isn’t it you who should be ashamed? Blood Dragon Duke of Avalon?” The mysterious noble grunted at the old

“Among the worshipped dragons, there are only called the name related to their elements and the place they are known from. Currently, there are four main dragons that are still worshipped.” Jai nodded. “I know that. Could any of them have white color?” “No… Not at all. Even Kaia Alani the Water Dragon is light blue. We’ve never heard of a White Dragon. There’s no White Dragon in history.” “Are you sure?” Jai asked.

“So you’re a dragon, too.” “I am.” She bit her lip, wanting to ask more about that but deciding against it. She wondered how he looked as a dragon. Was he like the big golden one she’d seen? Vikter was clearly a golden dragon, from what they’d said about eye color. Razzy’s eyes were purple. His were gold, and Drayken’s were red. It still weirded her out to think of his red eyes. It was so strange. She nodded and glanced up too.

Its electric blue eyes seized me on the spot. I completely forgot about Veylor, enthralled by the dragon’s form. It was larger than any dragon I had ever read about. It was a creature I’d never imagined could be real. It seemed too immense for even a magical realm. It took me a heartbeat to understand: this dragon wasn’t born of flesh. It was born from him, from the current of his Core. This dragon would be alive as long as he was alive. Its light was blue, intense and pure, and it pulsed like a living being as it rose to meet the sun.