Dragon Reverse Scale Novels & Stories

My heart skips a beat as I realise what they are—scales, dragon scales, shimmering gently in the light. Soren clears his throat, then explains, “These are scales taken from a spot directly over our hearts while in our dragon forms. They’re the softest, most vulnerable parts of us. And now... we want them to belong to you.” My eyes widen as the weight of his words sinks in. “You mean...”

Meanwhile my hair smelled like coconut with a mixture of honey, lips covered with light shine, pulling lower lips out of my tooth grip. "Bite your lips back, I won't be able to control the thoughts that I have," Dragon said, on fire. My breath was on and off. Dragon approached a revolution and deprivation in his eyes: "I know you're approaching me only to retaliate!" "Even if I killed you now," I stood on my heel and grabbed him near his black collar. "You'll do me a favor, you idiot, then I'll die on your hand, Jenny."

She released another more painful and louder howl but was cut short by the sound of a deafening screech followed by the majestic sight in front of her. Her mate had shifted into his dragon form while falling down the mountain slope and had flown right back up to her in all his scaly dragon glory. Dom's dragon was huge compared to Iri's wolf, almost the size of fifty wolves. He was jet black with familiar golden eyes that Iris had seen shine occasionally before, whenever the dragon was getting out of control. He was flying like a ginormous terrifying hummingbird looking at her wolf's eyes, baring its own set of killer sharp teeth, each almost the length of her leg. The scales shone as Dom cir

The change was swift, violent, and by the time he emerged, he was no longer a man. A massive cobra—over thirteen feet long—rose from the lake’s surface, its dark blue scales gleaming under the moonlight. Each individual scale was smooth yet deadly, edged like finely cut obsidian. His body was thick with muscle, powerful enough to constrict and snap bones with ease. The hood around his head flared wide, a deep, intimidating crest that added to his menacing size.

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

Then, there was a sound like a great sail unfurling in a storm. Huge, leathery wings snapped open. Korth’s body expanded, shifting from bone and skin into massive, shimmering scales of deep crimson and charcoal. Elara found herself clinging to a ridge of bone on the dragon's back as they leveled out, soaring just above the clouds. Below them, the High Inquisitor’s men looked like tiny ants. Korth let out a roar that shook the very mountain, a sound of pure, ancient rage that sent the hunting hawks scattering in terror.

Her impromptu plan was successful but when she’s on the air, a very strong big wave of sand slap her that made her cover with the sand. While Keiynan is also trying to use his power, too, to escape but it was still useless because when he nearly actually escapes, although he give all his strength but the sand grabs his feet and slam him on the ground that made the prince weak and feeling losing his vision. Then an enormous explosion of sand from underneath rise up likes a thrown bomb. A giant gold fading brown with an eighth legs and a pair of grasping pedipalps and the narrow-segmented tail, often carried in a characteristic forward curve over the back, ending with a venomous stinger. . . A

As the two male dragons wheel their wings and wag their tail in the air, all the other creatures down low gawk at their size. They traverse the mountains, high and low, and glides through the mountain with walls of snow crashing down. Dragons are on top of the hierarchy. They are dominant, assertive, and known to be ruthless and aggressive at times. But with the rise of gold dragons' power and sovereignty comes peace and order. The highly respected class of dragons, known to have rescued the whole species from extinction creates rules that govern their realm.

She wondered what new deviltry was afoot as Rave clung to his perch, his legs wrapped around the monster’s neck and his hands holding tightly to the spikes. Unable to dislodge its tormentor, the dragon apparently decided to forget about the thing clinging to its neck. It flew upward to gain some altitude before pivoting in the air and speeding straight down toward Dominic once more, its deadly talons spread wide in a killing position. The beast’s scales glowed bright red now, making it look like some kind of fiery comet aimed straight for Dominic. Only Rave’s volkaane resistance to fire kept him from being burned by the heat emanating from the dragon’s body.

“I think the dose was too mild for such a fine specimen of manhood. The second dose should do the trick.” Tristan was so pleased with the flattery Lizzy sent his way that he barely noticed being given the second dose until the burning sensation began. It wasn’t as bad as the first time and was for a much shorter duration. He tried to shift again. This time he was successful. Chloe was speechless as she looked at the enormous dragon before her. Although, admittedly, had she not been prepared for the sight and know that it was Tristan, she would have run for the hills screaming. Instead, she stood firm. Instead, she remained in place and admired his splendor. Lizzy was right. He was spe