Dragon Phoenix Eyes Novels & Stories

"Open your eyes, I want to see in those deep dreamy eyes, my beautiful." Slowly she opened her eyes , they were full of love and want. A soft chuckle left his throat, seeing his shy girl turning into a tigress . Then once again he commanded her to touch herself. She never wanted to leave her grip over her friend yet she tried touching herself rolling on the bed. Seeing her like this he was getting harder, not able to stay apart he quickly grasped her hands and then entered into her slowly and slowly coaxing her. The doors were opened yet too small for a huge entry, beads of sweat were forming on the forehead. He said, " want me to come in", she nodded , he said, " it's going to hurt a bit bu

Shelyca’s face grew red as she understood what he meant. Dareon put her down for a while, made some few steps away from her and then after a few seconds, a smoke enveloped his body while a ray of twinkling lights scattered and danced around such smoke. When the smoke and the lights disappeared, a mighty, large Dragon of reddish color with golden sprinkled spots from its head to back suddenly flipped its strong wings. Shelyca gasped in total awe. The only traces that she could see of Dareon into the Dragon is his bluish eyes that suddenly turned to deep brown when he either feels angered or completely amazed and excited.

I have a dragon? A white dragon with pearly white scales. She looked like a creature carved from moonlight and frost. Her body gleams as though each scale were polished porcelain or mother-of-pearl, catching the light and scattering it in soft, shimmering hues. When she moved, the scales rippled like flowing silk, giving the impression that the she carried a piece of the moon on her skin. Her eyes are a piercing, crystalline blue - bright and cold as glacial ice - yet filled with an ancient intelligence that feels both mesmerizing and unnerving. The contrast of its pale, luminous body and those sharp, blue eyes makes it appear regal and otherworldly, as though it was born from winter storms

"But for the royal family, it's different. They possess a unique and rare eye color. When they channel their powers, their eyes transform into a mesmerizing shade of opalescent teal, shimmering with hues of blue and green. This color is a symbol of their elevated status and the ancient magic flowing through their veins." Astrid listened, her curiosity piqued. Dexter continued, his voice growing more serious. "However, there's one exception—the Witch Queen. Her powers are unparalleled, and so is the manifestation of her magic. When she calls upon her abilities, her eyes don't just change color; they blaze with a radiant silver brilliance. It's a sight to behold, a clear sign of her immense st

Her eyes burned with a fierce inner light, a piercing intelligence that seemed to gleam with a fierce power. The boys and I stood in stunned silence, our eyes fixed on Dynaris's magnificent dragon form. Kira's mouth was agape, her eyes wide with wonder. Storm's face was set in a fierce grin, his eyes burning with excitement. Ronan, meanwhile, beamed with pride, his eyes shining with a warm, grandfatherly love. "By the goddess," Conor breathed, his voice barely audible. "She's... she's incredible." Jasper nodded, his eyes fixed on Dynaris's dragon form. "I've never seen anything like it," he whispered.

“No wonder I never found you. Why are you here and not in the dragon lakes?” The dragon didn’t answer, at least not with words. It kept circling, a spiral of muscle and power, the current of its movement warping the bubble, making Dayanara’s arms tremble. A head bent down, slow and regal, and I saw the eyes for the first time. A crystalline blue, deeper than the ocean, fixed on us with the sort of attention that made you feel very, very small. No, not on us. On me. Or rather, on the thing in my hand.

Nathan lifted his face towards the sky to release the fire from his mouth. The fire divulged from his huge mouth and she squinted her eyes to see such bright light in the darkness. The whole area lit up with his fire. Then the dragon closed his eyes and switched his mode to the cold one. His honey scales began to turn blue and his skin was turned black. He was the dragon in black with blue scales. His eyes were ice blue, giving the hues of several oceans. He released the ice from his mouth, the frost so cold that the white smoke produced from his nostrils.

She was completely absorbed in the task, suddenly her eyes snapped towards his face and he felt like all the air was knocked out of his lungs. Her eyes~ Darach was mesmerized by the color of her eyes. Her eyes had a strange mixture of different colors. Flame like orange shades mixed with black and brightest blue color and her eyeball was covered in a ring of golden color. As if a flame burning inside a gold ring~ Her eyes left him spellbound. . . She was a small wee creature with a height of 5.2. Too distracted in analyzing her Darach didn't notice the faint scent that he earlier detected was now much stronger.

His lips quivered in fear as he stared at the dragon's eyes, which were like flames and body, so ancient and dark. “What do you want?” Minerva asked absentmindedly as the dragon stared into her soul. It nudged her head, its snout as if he could read her mind. Then it looked away from her. Behind her, Vincent stood there, a protective hawk. He didn't like it that there was another watching out for Minerva. “I don't like this dragon,” Vincent murmured. Minerva would have laughed if they were not in a situation like this. The dragon tilted its head as if he heard what Vincent had said. Then it moved his attention back to Minerva.

Our sweet child was clinging to his daddy, which allowed me to look at his back easily. He did a have a mark but it wasn’t like anything I had seen. Two fierce looking eyes stared back at me. It was like only the eyes developed but nothing else. No nose, ears or anything. Black fur decorated the eyes that drilled wholes into whoever was looking at them. My fingers gently touched them and my wolf purred. There was something familiar with these eyes but still something comforting. Waylon handed me our child. His eyes were barely open as he snuggled into my arms. Going off what felt right, I moved him so he could latch. Hungerly, he started chugging down my sweet milk.