Blue Eyes White Dragon New Art Novels & Stories

“Let’s go for a run. I promise, I won’t run into trouble. Besides, I have you to protect me.” Whitee sighed. “I haven’t come into my true powers yet… but maybe this run will bring everything back. You need it. We both do.” With that, I let the moon’s power flood through me again. And before I knew it, Whitee’s eerie green gaze was staring straight into my soul. The only difference now was the icy blue glowing around the green, like a frozen aurora. She was truly magnificent. “Let’s form camouflage so we won’t be seen.”

Mira clawed at her throat, her eyes wide, terrified, her fingers scraping at nothing as the invisible force tightened around her neck. Rowan lifted his other hand to finish it, and that’s when it happened. A flash of white. No, it wasn't white. It was blinding, holy even and almost impossible. It erupted right in front of Rowan, exploding outward like a star being born. Every warrior, every puppet, every creature on the field cried out and shielded their eyes. I fell onto my hands as the world turned winter white. “What…?!” Rowan snarled, stumbling back. The light reached my skin, warm, and familiar, and I just knew who it was.

Suddenly I heard a thunderous, angry screech and a simultaneous shriek of deadly pain. Everything happened so fast and I was still feeling dazed by the turn of events. To my shock stood the flaming, beheaded body of Czar and a huge, beautiful female dragon spread her wings in magnificent glory in the background. The dragon seemed to have gone out of control as she singlehandedly decimated the entire rogue population fighting against us. She was a beautiful light blue dragon with scales of colours ranging from hues of blue to purple. She looked like a Goddess and by the looks of it, I could tell that she was a Sea Dragon.

“My mom had a flower shop. Of all the flowers, she chose iris to bring home every day and placed it in my room. As annoying as it is, I liked the blue one. Your eyes are blue like an iris flower. They remind me of her.” Her lashes were lighter, almost blonde. It was possible she dyed her hair. She had tiny freckles scattered all over her nose and under her eyes. “Oh?” “Yes. Now, my deal. You can stay and pull that gun away from me or you die.” I pressed a little harder against her neck. “One wrong move, your blood will splatter all over the floor. Since you’re pale, you’ll die in a matter of seconds, Iris.” “You’ll die with me, Colton. That’s a promise.”

cried Lycus Lewis expectantly. Slowly the figure of a white dragon was seen enveloping the white giant's heart. At first, the white dragon's body looked transparent, as if it was just the shadow of a mirage. But little by little, his figure looked more solid and real. Finally, the figure of a completely white dragon was seen residing at the bottom of the lake. Slowly his breath was seen in the form of air bubbles in the water. Its tail moved slowly, and the white dragon snored softly as if its consciousness was returning little by little. Then, his eyelids began to slowly open as if he had woken up from a very long sleep. “Albus… Albus White…” Lycus Lewis shouted over and over.

She asked. “Yes.” “Her eyes used to be blue, and now they are gray. I think she is going to be some sort of super vampire once we change her. I know the Spell Blades fear her, that is why they want to kill her. Their master Yuno sent Gage and Kills after her.”

Diana started softly and gently, her tone taking on more of a firm edge toward the end. Arte's eyes fluttered slightly, her lashes clumped in places, stuck together by dried blood. "Ah...Mama" The violet dimmed, showcasing Artemis White's natural, mismatched eyes of blue and gold. Diana inhaled raggedly and shot up, bolting over. She kneeled beside her daughter, taking her in her arms. The pool of blood she was kneeling in was of little consequence.

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.

I noticed light illuminating not far from where I stood. Slowly, I walked towards it. Curiosity building up inside me with each step I take. Something is pulling me towards it. Before I could stop myself, I gasped as my eyes made contact with… A dragon? I stepped back almost immediately after I saw it. It was nothing like those I have seen in books that portrayed dragons as horrific, terrifying creatures that has no remorse or mercy in their blood. This dragon is the complete opposite, with its blinding white color, glass-like scales, strong-looking wings and a diamond crown sitting on its head. And those eyes… Eyes that look much identical to mine.

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