Dragon Reverse Scale Novels & Stories

The order had endured for a millennium in the northern territories, not only by adapting its structure to changing times, but also by maintaining absolute control over the pinnacle of martial power. Draconox kept living dragons. To become the Draconox Archon, the first requirement was to defeat an adult dragon in single combat. A dragon's strength was determined by the color of its scales. Mixed-color dragons were not considered true dragons. True dragons were pure. From weakest to strongest: ivory, obsidian, aureate, cerulean, vermilion. Defeating an Ivory Dragon was enough to claim the Archon seat. However, that was the lowest seat one could hold. Most Archons possessed the strength to cha

Chapter 61 The new dragon blocked the corridor his mixed crimson and obsidian scales gleaming with an unnatural sheen that made my stomach twist. He was taller than both Draven and Vaelor with sharp ridges along his shoulders and eyes that glowed a deep violet. His gaze raked over my exposed body taking in my heavy leaking breasts my soft round belly and the way my thick thighs pressed together in fear and exhaustion. I pulled the torn robe tighter around my curves but it did little to hide the milk still dripping down my skin or the plump curves that had drawn so much dangerous attention.

Since then, he has barely spoken to me. Taran shifts and stretches out his wings. I’m not sure what it is, but Taran as a dragon fascinates me. The deep red color of his scales has small flecks of gold. Spines extend from the top of his head down to his tail in two rows. The tips of the spines slightly curve out and vary in length. His back spines come just past my knee, which is nice because they block the wind while we fly. Taran helps me onto his back by pushing me up with his head. Next, I place my bags into the oval, then sit. Once I feel safe, I yell, “Okay, I’m ready.”

Derek “Davina look at me.” I’m trying to get her attention. She needs to calm down before she accidentally hurts someone. She is so beautiful. Her scales are silver but they shimmer a pretty pastel rainbow color. She has beautiful amber dragon eyes. She looks to be as tall as a typical flag pole and her wing span appears to be about be the same length of an A10 Thunderbolt. I’d say she is the length of two school buses, four if you count the tail. My mate is amazing. “Look out!” I hear Gabriel yell. I see Dimitri put up a barrier blocking a tree from crushing some of the elders.

she complains as she shakes her hand. I snort and flame rumbles up from my throat. "That wasn't very nice." She's back to running her fingers over my scales trying to figure out how they work, I presume. I hold back the flames by locking them tightly in my throat, and I try not to think about the horror my fire caused. No, not my fire... me. "The scales turn to armor when needed. It's easier to show someone than explain," I say in order to take my mind off what I did to Laryn's bride. I have no idea why I offer, but the words tumble out before I can stop them. "Would you like to ride?" Only brides have ever ridden me, and riding is considered sacred in the dragon realms.

If they overcome it they automatically be at phase one but if not it meant death. Ivory spread her fingers and condensed a little snow flake. Duke hemming smiled with pride in his eyes. ‘Am proud of you’. Basically everyone in their family was an ice elemental. ‘What about me, I woke up earlier than her, she used two days to wake up’ Ivan complained. ‘You brat’ duke hemming said hitting Ivan head ‘how can you compare to your sister, she’s a weak girl’. Ivan snorted coldly as he fixed his hair ‘I just styled my hair’.

The Commander's voice was calm and triumphant. A sinister shadow materialized behind him, and the two soldiers flanking Caleb were sent hurtling into the crowd of onlookers. The leader staggered aside, revealing my brother with unsettling clarity. A dark, swirling aura emanated from Caleb's figure, his eyes ignited in a fierce crimson glow at the center of intricate black lines spreading across his skin, tracing down his face and neck. Waves of raw power surged from him, palpable in the air, as he took a deliberate step closer to me. He lunged forward with clawed hands towards the commander just before falling to the ground, revealing the man that was standing behind him, a sword hilt held t

One side was designated for rest and for spectators during matches. Surrounding the stage were six pillars, each representing a different dragon power like Light (yellow pillar), Shadow (purple pillar), Sun (orange pillar), Earth (green pillar), Water (blue pillar), and Fire (red pillar). Above the stage, a carved dragon with blue eyes, so lifelike it seemed to watch over them, adorned the ceiling. As Lea looked around, she spotted Rayan, Jude, Vickey, Lily, Alisha, and Ria training near the stage. Liam followed her gaze and also saw their friends.

As the gloves slipped off, the man revealed hands covered in black scales. Felix was shocked. According to Pierre's stories, black scales signified the highest and most terrifying rank among Fish Men. Judging by this detail and the old man's age, it was highly likely this was the great-grandfather Pierre had mentioned who was still alive. The next moment, dizziness overtook Felix as waves of disorientation hit him hard. The seven pieces of Dragonspine within him began trembling violently. Not daring to hesitate, Felix quickly took out his small flute and began to play, shutting his eyes tightly to avoid looking at those black-scaled hands.

She stared at me in surprise but before I could question her, I felt a strong wind around us, coming from above. My eyes peeled away from the woman to stare at an incredibly large, strong, and powerful dragon writhing in pain in the sky. Its scales were black with hints of red and it beat its wings like it was fighting an invisible enemy. I watched in horror as he screeched, his body squirming and his voice echoing in the air. Kieran. Those were his colors. I knew that much.