Blue Eyes White Dragon Vs Red-eyes Black Dragon Novels & Stories

I ask him, my dragon jumped at the idea of seeing daddy's dragon side, she's a traitor! "Hmm, soon love soon" he answers me. My basket was too heavy for me to carry anymore, we stopped picking now, just enjoying the walk around with everyone else, two dragons had my attention. A small white dragon, with eyes similar to mine, purple! Her wings were small compared to her size, but she was doing her best moving them up and down trying to fly. I didn't know if she'll do it or not, but I wanted to watch, Adrian tried to walk us away but I pulled him back, I want to see if the white dragon would fly.

The third eye within his forehead, which was usually closed, opened vertically, overflowing with crimson-red energy, and even making the Blazing Fire Dragon felt some pressure from it… "Abyss… Let me fight this one alone," said Chaos. "Sure thing my lord," said Abyss, as she moved aside, expectant, and excited to see her master in action! Dragon and dragon locked eyes with each other, they had not begun to fight but the pressures and auras that had emerged from their bodies had already begun to fight, two monstrous dragons made of their energy roared against each other, clashing, and fighting, eager for the real fight to commence, they tried to intimidate the other, but they seemed to be in

She walked up to the dragon, then around her, accessing her. The beast lowered her head, observing her too. Belladonna was in awe of this magnificent beast. She had two colors. One side, a slivery white and the other, blood red. It was far massive than it was when she was some steps away. She didn't touch her, she wasn't brave enough to take that leap yet. Finally she stood in front her and the dragon lowered her head, looking straight at her. Then she saw her eyes and she immediately felt like she was under a spell just by looking at them.

And the heat penetrates, even more intensely, into this already stuffy room where the rest of us remain standing, as we watch their entrance. The creatures shut their eyes as soon as the Red Dragon disappears. Clasping their hands together, again. And they mutter, "Ghërla." And as I am about to do the same, something catches my eye. A sudden appearance. The third dragon. A white enormous one that would make the others really look like lizards. It makes a graceful entrance, not befitting for its size. It walks in calmly, with such an unspoken elegance and menace that draws me into it. And as soon as the creatures watching lay their eyes on it, they close their eyes and clasp their hands immed

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.

What if she doesn’t want to be Queen or them Kings? Draco was a formidable thirty-nine-foot silver dragon. Silver denoted Mystics. Their eyes were the color of gemstones. The color represented the primary element that they drew their power from. Draco’s eyes were an electric blue because he drew his power from water. One might think that fire would be the most powerful element, but it was not. Water was because there were water molecules in the air that could be used as an extensive power source. Also, when there was no other way to fight, the water could be harnessed.

I watch as the huge white dragon flies up into the air. “I’ve got the green one!” Truda yells, shooting her harpoon. I hear the scream of a dragon, but I can’t look. At that moment, the big beautiful dragon lifts up into the sky, screaming her rage. She and the big white one begin blowing air against us, pushing the other dragons back as the wolves go after the elves. They take off running, the cowards, but I hold steady, aiming for the beautiful dragon. I don’t want to kill her, I want to claim her.

Humans truly were reckless creatures. I dragged a hand through my hair and looked away. Anywhere except her because every second I spent looking at her made things worse. "Go back to your chambers." A line appeared between her brows as she frowned. "I wasn't doing anything." "You are standing in front of a dragon whose control is hanging by a thread." I shot back. She stayed silent for a while, then finally opened her mouth. "What happened to your eyes?" I almost laughed. Of all the questions she could have asked, that was the one she chose. Still, I answered. "My dragon."

Achilles waited patiently for her reply. As he waited for her to gather her thoughts, he took a moment to appreciate the beauty stood before him. He could tell that Seraphina’s dragon hadn't reached its full size yet but still, she stood tall at about 12ft tall, she was covered in pearlescent scales that looked smooth as glass and shone in hues of pink, purple and blue as the candle light flickered off of her body. A strange ethereal glow radiated from her body, Achilles couldn’t help but stare at his fated Princess in bewilderment, she was an angel, no, a goddess. As he looked up to her dragon’s face, he was shocked and joyous that he was looking into the same purple and blue eyes that he h

The guards instantly snapped to attention, their hands dropping to the hilts of their longswords. ​"Halt! Who goes—" the lead guard started, but the words were cut short. ​I didn't give them a chance to finish. I channeled the volatile core of dragon energy directly into my palm, letting a dense, swirling mass of dark crimson and black flames manifest across my skin.