Novel & Cerita Dragon Eyes Book

As they ride along, Hana asks her mother a question. “Mother?” “Yes, Kaina?” They are still riding, they didn’t stop. “Are you sure this is the right way?” “Of course, it is.” “Okay.” “All I know is that, on that mountain the dragon is sleeping, but I don’t know where the egg you’re talking about is.” Hana is confused right now, “I didn't tell you about the egg, mother. How did you find out about that?” “Because I wasn’t talking about the Dragon mother. I am talking about her egg, her daughter. With her egg, you can have the power of fire and you will be a powerful goddess and a guardian of the element of fire, Kaina.”

' thought Catherine . " What do you think I am ? " said Catherine with a warm smile . " Hmmmm.........My nanny usually reads me a book before sleep . In that book , there's a beautiful fairy that is in danger and a powerful dragon warrior will save her from the bad people . Are you the fairy lady ? " said the little dragon boy curious . " Since you say I am the fairy lady then I am . Do you like fairies ? " said Catherine . The little dragon boy nodded his head in a sign of agreement .

He entered my dreams first; deep seafoam eyes with hints of emerald and black invaded my dreams, claiming me. But he was just a man in my dreams or so I thought, because then I met this man, this dragon prince, he was the man from my dreams. It wasn't love at first sight or a dreamy fairytale I read in books, but a strange toxic attraction and it screamed for pleasurable moments. His touches were electric, setting my insides on fire and his eyes.. Those brilliant eyes that held such a unique colour pulled me into his dangerous, yet mystical world, where dragons soared the skies, such marvellous and fascinating creatures that flew onto the high skies and breathed majestic flames of incredible

Laryn Sir Orland Locksy is a weasel in every sense of the word. I hate him and I hate the realm he lives in. Mucky skies, putrid air, and immoral people. I call it hell's realm. It's also my favorite place to collect treasure. My dragon brothers and I have been many times. It's always a challenge and, best of all, dangerous. I should feel apprehensive bringing my bride here, but what I feel is exhilaration clear to the tip of my dragon's tail.

Two golden horns sat on top of its head, coiled like a magnificent crown. It was breathtaking, but it wasn't what attracted me most. It was its eyes. I knew those eyes… They were Thane's eyes. The dragon's eyes locked onto me, pinning me with that cold gaze as a scream ripped through my throat I hadn't been expecting. Desmond quickly gripped my shoulder, but I ducked down, scratching and clawing at his arm. He yelped at my attack, but I couldn't hear him. My pulse was too loud.

Wynter was five years old and the dragon displayed on his back took my breath away. Abeloth would come forward and peer at him and every time Wynter’s eyes would turn yellow it scared me. He was too young to handle the power of a dragon. “Daddy?” Wynter asked as he woke up after his merging. “Do you remember what happened yesterday?” I asked him. “Something jumped into me,” he said his eyes flashing yellow. “You merged with your dragon,” I said to him.

“Let’s not waste time pretending this is a misunderstanding.” Darion swallows. “You don’t understand what Malrec is offering,” he says hoarsely. I stop directly in front of him. “No,” I reply. “I understand perfectly.” His eyes brighten slightly, as though he believes he has found a sliver of sympathy. “Then you must see reason. Dragons ruling both realms again, restoring our rightful dominance—” My fist strikes him before he finishes the sentence. The crack of bone against flesh echoes sharply through the chamber. Darion slumps forward against the chains, blood spilling from his mouth.

Alicia decided she had to see if he was still conscious before determining if she could help him or not. One quiet step at a time, Alicia came upon the dragon. He was blue, purple, and green and his skin shone in the sunlight like oil. Being a girl who knew no fear, she carefully reached a hand out to touch him. After all, it was not every day that you got to touch a dragon, she thought. He didn’t open his eyes when she gently touched the side of his face. That gave her courage to examine him. Alicia had hopes to be a Doctor of Animals, but she knew that was just a dream. No one would take a woman seriously.

And there they were, our five little dragons, breaking free of their shells with tiny claws and tiny wings and tiny, furious roars that echoed off the stone walls. It was the most terrifyingly beautiful thing I had ever seen. Each of them was perfect in their own way. Ryn, with his shimmering blue scales and mischievous golden eyes. Tetris, who had Lorien’s fiery red coloring and a curious streak a mile wide. Duncan, solid and steady, with dark bronze scales and a quiet strength that reminded me of his father. Eina, delicate and graceful, with silver wings that sparkled like moonlight. And Violet, my little wildflower, with deep violet scales and a fierce, stubborn spirit that let you know r

My father explained, his eyes searching mine as if looking for reason. He wouldn't find any. "Azian is THE Dragon. The Golden Dragon," My father finally confessed. At those words I shone through, pushing Xeric back, "What?" My Father sighed, "He is the Golden Dragon. You must remember the tales your mother used to tell. Tales of The Golden Dragon, Alpha of all dragons and king of all species. That's why he was so strong,” he paused, "he marked Kaya because as it so happens, Kaya is his possession," He explained.