Dragon Reverse Scale Novels & Stories

Free falling from the sky, I couldn’t stop screaming. My arms flailed around as if trying to grab onto something, even if there was nothing to grab. Above me was a Dragon, galactic in size. He had to be as massive as a mountain. I had to admit that the Dragon was alluringly breathtaking. Luminous metallic purple scales cascaded over its entire form. Its wings arched slightly as they span across the sky. Its head turned down as it looked at me, with large radiant indigo eyes. When it redirected and started flying toward me, I stopped screaming and simply stared at the magnificent beast.

The dragon was about thirty meters long, and it had claws as tough as steel which could easily tear people’s heads apart. The mural also explained that the huge dragon corpse was covered in hard scales. Some of these scales were golden-yellow in color, and some of them were jet-black. This was a dragon with a mixture of golden-yellow and jet-black colors. When the dragon’s corpse had fallen, its body was already rotten, and everyone had stayed away from it.

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.

“You are so beautiful, dark dragon,” Madchen reached her arms around his neck, never wavering her gaze. “As are you, Madchen, and I love you,” Drago crashed his lips onto hers, searing her mouth with his passion.Black wings erupted from his back, engulfing Madchen in a cocoon of protection. He didn’t care that he was standing stark naked in front of his gathering family, all he cared about was that Madchen accepted him for what he was, a dragon who had found his mate.

She handed the scale to Andrius. “Andrius, the reverse scale of a Void Thunder Dragon is incredibly sturdy and much stronger than most immortal artifacts. “Besides its toughness, it also contains a trace of dragon blood imprint, which greatly suppresses the phoenix blood imprint. It might be of use at a critical moment. Take it with you.” Andrius accepted the reverse scale without hesitation. “Thank you, Dragon Emperor. When I get out, if you ever need my help in the future, just ask.”

she takes the dragon scales out of the bag and shows it to me "There are three important things to know about dragon scales" " first it's the colour, no matter what colour a dragon has it's scales will change to purple 3 months after it falls and will only keep getting darker as time passes, If you look at the scales we found they are Lila which means it already has been 3 months since they fell" "two, dragons don't loose scales unless it is summer witch finished 2 months ago" "and finally three. is the amount of scales they can lose, the village was covered in dragon scales as if to make sure we find them but a dragon can't lose that many scales in one day"

Then a risky thought entered his mind something he hadn’t done in many years, he didn’t have time to ponder it, he couldn't lose another person again, he was ready to do anything he could to save her. He leapt into the air, and slowly his skin was covered in black scales and spikes, his hands turned into the forehand of a dragon, three powerful fingers and sharp claws on each of these fingers, to grab and lift anything. His hind legs had shortened, they had transformed into a dragon’s. His torso was large, many times the size of an average human. His powerful head contained sharp teeth that could easily pierce through anything he bit into. He flapped his very powerful wings.

As time wore on in the dome in my mind I am beginning to think that I should have made it much bigger. My dragon has grown to the point that in order for us both to fit I lay inside of her tail as it wraps around me. Her iridescent red scales sit so close to my face that if I wanted to count the shining facets in each one I could. The black spikes that have always lined the spine of my dragon body now fill me with fear at how the sharp tips glisten.

“You mean...” “Yes,” Ivar interjects, his voice gentle yet firm. “In dragon culture, mating and claiming ceremonies are different from what you might be used to. These scales are a symbol of our deepest commitment, our most profound vulnerability. It’s... it’s a part of our soul, Rhiannon. And we’re offering them to you” Before I can respond, Soren steps forward, his scale held delicately between his fingers. He positions it over my heart, his other hand gently caressing my cheek. “Rhiannon, do you accept me as your mate?”