Dragon Ears Novels & Stories

said Drake, still clutching June tightly. June's back was now facing the mirror, so she had to turn back to look in the mirror. When June turned, she found that on her back was a golden mark that looked like a tattoo but was shining. The mark is round, resembling a dragon in a circle. June also just realized that her eyes were now shining golden. Whatever Drake had blown into his eyes made him like this. “W-what is that?” asked June. “A sign that you are The Dragon King's Mate,” replied Drake.

Two adult dragons flew down from the skies and aimed their sights in front of the Willridge Manor. The first dragon that landed was a tall skinny dragon. It's scales were an ombre of dark and light blue scales. The tip of its tail were covered in long sharp grey spikes. In a single file line, sharp yet short spikes ran down the dragons neck base to his forehead. Its legs a dark blue, and holding grey sharp claws that seemed to be the length of Venus's arm. It's horns we're short and semi circles curved close to his head.

It appeared as though she was emerging from the cyclone in an invisible boat but she was pulling the oars so fast that she threw out sparks on either side of her. The attack was akin to pinwheel blades repeatedly striking a surface; the only difference was, instead of paper, the blades were made of white oak that extracted a couple of scales in front of where the dragon’s heart should be, gushing blue blood. There was now a small window of unscaled flesh, shaped like a bird bite’s small inverted triangle, through which the crown of the dragon’s heart was vulnerable to attack.

the man said as he stepped out of the shadows. He was tall, like most dragonkin with Sire blood were, I reckoned he was in his mid-thirties or so. He had light blue eyes and dark brown hair that hung down to his shoulders. His clothes were expensive and his hands looked like they had seen plenty of fights. “The infamous Ryder Grey, elite hunter of the supernatural world, we meet at last,” he said as he sat down on the chair that Clifford had placed in front of me. “I assume you’re Carlson,” I said to him and he smiled at me.

I remembered this from Laryn after he flew off the first night I met him. My poor dragon. Guilt set in. A noise outside my cave had me worried. The crunch of twigs and straw let me know someone or something approached. I scooted to the back of the cave and picked up a large gold goblet to use as a weapon. I'd never seen flesh-eating animals in this realm, but it didn't mean they weren't here. The head that peered inside was not Bastian's. I was in trouble. "'Tis a good hiding place, my lady. Your dragon is too wound up to go close to the ground and follow your scent." Laryn stared at me with blue sparks in his eyes.

"Frederico, the kingdom has fallen. We haven't much time!" Lady Lisbeth Delgaard rushed to where the babies lay, sleeping in their crib. Knowing she wasted precious moments-nevertheless, the Dragonlady gazed upon her children. The twins looked so different, yet she loved them equally as fierce. Ragnar took after her with his fiery temper and the telltale bulk that spoke of his dragon heritage. Whereas Gio was smaller, with dark eyes that changed color according to his mood, and there was no doubt that he held his father's wolf genes. Mixed species couples were killed on sight in Desdayos, and as the war reached the inner sanctum, a difficult decision needed to be made.

While Gerald remembered seeing a picture of a similar instrument with pearls in the dragons’ mouths, these dragons had large copper coins in their mouths instead. “Please place your hands on any two of the dragons’ heads,” said Master Ghost. Gerald simply obeyed, and moments after touching the cold dragon heads, the eyes of all nine of the copper dragons began glowing in a green light! With how lustrous their eyes were, the nine dragons almost seemed to be alive. As Gerald continued looking at them curiously, he soon heard ‘clinking’ sounds coming from the instrument.

he laughed to Yner head of house Gyras. Mare turned her attention back to the opening. The dragon, ferocious marvelous beast that it was, was a lot larger than she had dreamed, looking fierce and angry as its slit-shaped eyes, bright and amber, reflecting the glow of the fires, searched the arena. A snort escaped its nostrils and smoke followed, dark and swirling. Its huge scaly head turned and its right eye stared in Mare’s direction.

“I am ready to fight! Do something!” She waits a few minutes as she also waiting for the cannibal eater's next attack. She closed her eyes, hoping for a miracle to happen. She can hear the monster growling but all she thinks right now is how to save herself or is this how she dies. The pearl creates glazing random white light lines from inside it as it is slowly expanding from small light that makes Hana and the cannibal fire eater glares at it. The light is gently fading as it was absorbed through Hana’s eyes and when it is done. Her eyes became pure white, shining beautifully, and when the light was gone, Hana’s eyes back to normal.

Harper asked angrily. "see it properly ..it has three tails ...and a dragon scale and its mustache on its face .." "so?" "look at this," he said and showed a book there is a garina original pic inside it Garina ..is a powerful dragon in history which is white in color... and having bright red blood eyes ..have three tails that have the color of fire. And its white dragon scales are poisonous even to touch ... Only the person who can summon it can order it around and that person is immune to its poison.