Novel & Cerita Blue Eyes White Dragon New Art

“But I can feel something strange through our mate bond.” I stand up, eager to get off the plane. “Are my eyes still white?” All my guys nod, staring at me. That’s weird. I pull out my phone so I can look at my eyes. I’m not sure what I expected. Maybe my entire eyeball to be purely white, but that’s silly. My eyes are still my eyes, just instead of purple they’re the color of ice. They almost have a light blue tint to them, but they’re definitely white. It’s kind of cool. Not as creepy as I thought it would be.

he looks at my brother. “Well, yeah. Kind of. It’s not snow white, you know? Not like Willow’s,” his face begins to relax, listening to Elijah’s reasoning. “But either way, it’s white, yeah? And our eyes-“ I blabber excitedly, growing fond of the idea, “-our eyes are the same shade as the Royals. It’s pretty uncanny really when you see some of their portraits,” I smirk admittedly, thinking back to the strong connection I felt while delving into the Blue Moon Pack’s memoir.

It was of an older woman and when she opened her eyes, they were bright white. “A chosen wolf child will be born. Her powers will be unfathomable. Her domains will be far and wide. After a thousand moons, she will come, born from parents with unfortunate fates. She will one day unite, the warring clans.” And just like that, the blue fire vanished and White Wolf fell into the soft ground with a gentle thud. Still, no one spoke. As if on cue, Crescent Leaf, approached her daughter and when White Wolf woke up, she did not have her normal eyes. They used to be deep blue, now they are white.

I guess he couldn't wait to. "Woah." I suddenly exclaimed. Arya took over— naturally. My brows raised. Since when could she do that? She scoffed. "I've always had control over you, remember?" My brows furrowed further. I stared at her reflection in the mirror. "Why blue?" She shrugged, holding a brush in her hand. "I guess it matches my white eyes." "White? Aren't they silver?" "They're both. I can switch them." "Switch back."

I grabbed the huge canvas and my paints without bothering to tie my hair up. Colors collided on the canvas, raw and wild. Rage mixed with sorrow, bleeding into every stroke—red for the fury in the background, black for the emptiness, lines in the red, white for the hollow ache blending with the blue, brown for the weight of it all. But...Blue surged, sharp and piercing, until his image actually emerged. Not the man himself, but his eyes. Those cruel, calculating blue eyes that knew exactly how to lie. The image spoke...as if it was actually him on the other side—laughing at me, cruelly.

I explain “Once my mother shifted back, he told my mother that she was not an opal dragon. He had taken a picture of her dragon while she was shifted and explained to her that she was an extremely rare Musgravite gemstone dragon. Her dragon was practically colourless but had a hint of what I would call smokey colour to her. She was gorgeous. Her friend said that since opals are formed with water and diamonds, that is how I was made. Mom asked him how come her dragon was white the first time she shifted, and he said that if she was standing near something white, her scales would have reflected the light and appeared white. He told her that since she was young, it was possible her true s

Evrah was almost there. The dark blue fading into light blue to white. So much white, almost burning. She kept going. It was so close she could feel it. It got brighter still, too bright. She pushed forward, just a little left. She burst through the brightness of white until she collided with every color of the rainbow into an explosion of light and dark until it was gone. Evrah opened her eyes and glanced around. Above her hung the majestic mix of blues and white, cascading downward into darker hues of greens and browns, slowly fading into the softer colors she laid upon. She blinked a few moments taking in the feel of her skin upon her bones and the twitching muscles surrounding them.

" Can you please put your shirt on back? I requested. Mere looking at his upper body make me arouse expecially when I trace the hair on his chest down to his lower part. " Do you like what you see?" He asked and I blush slightly in embarrassment. Can he just stop asking me if I like what I saw? " I didn't see anything" I reply turning my face away to look the standing portrait by my right. Five wolves stood in the portrait but the white wolf with dark fur on its head and icy blue eyes caught my attention.. It stood out among all the other wolf like a diamond in midst of stones. It carry an aura of Dominion and superiority over the other wolves and I find myself drooling over the white wolf.

I sat down on the chair facing the sofa and I let my eyes return to normal. “The moment the King lays eyes on Abigail he’ll want her to bond with Prince Nicu. The strongest dragon in existence is the gray dragon. The silver white dragon is next in line, then comes the violet dragon and so on. Royal Dragons have always been what is known as Russian Violet, the darkest shade. We all know the darker the shade the stronger the dragon.” “A woman born of a man with a strong dragon is desirable but the bond has always been respected.” If we were normal people Sorin would’ve been right, but we weren’t.

Visions flashed in front of Nya’s eyes as she tried to rectify what she’d been seeing for the last several days with the scene before her now. All along, she’d thought she’d been seeing Slate in his dragon form in chains, but that wasn’t what she’d been seeing at all. It was this other dragon, the one rising up in front of her now. He looked anything but happy as his nostrils began to flare, and it was quite obvious this dragon’s duty was to protect the Heart of Magic, which Nya could no longer see as it was hidden behind the dragon’s large back.