Dragon Reverse Scale Novels & Stories

From the balcony, the entire court is watching them. Loras is already with Dracos, making sure the riding equipment is in place for the fourth time today. He steps aside when Omar approaches. "I, Omar Dradarian, descendant of the first dragon king, ask you to obey me!" Omar shouts into the air, his voice powerful and clear. Dracos looks at him for a second before howling to the sky. He lets his huge head down and Omar goes closer. The flame erupts from his mouth and for a second, Astrid's heart stops. Next to her, Loras tenses up too.

he asked. “I don’t know if you remember, but when we first talked about me being a dragon, I told you different dragons have unique abilities. Dragons are categorised by the colour of their scales, our eye colour matches our scales,” Rayvin explained as they got home. She started pulling things out of the fridge and handed Mikael garlic and onions. “So they are green dragons?” he asked.

It’s pretty cool when you think about it. Every day after I’ve done my work, I’m back in the library trying to find out more about the dragon scale and its abilities and what it means. So far I have found out not much, but from what I have found, it is rather interesting. The dragon scale is a part of the dragon’s heart, hence the name I know right pretty explanatory but it gets better. The purpose of the scale is to call to the dragon’s mate. Like the mate bond for wolves or something. When the dragon finds their mate, the chest above the heart will glow orange and thrum like a pulse. It will grow brighter and pulse faster until it finds its mate. Once the two hearts are connected, they are

The Helm of Awe covered my left shoulder and on my right was Valknut. Yggdrasil was in the middle and flowing from the roots of the tree was a wolf head. On either side of the wolf was a Jericho 9mm, Kiran’s personal touch to my Zeta mark. From the bottom of the roots, down my spine, was a ghost rune designed by Malachi with my name Jericho adorning the top of Yggdrasil. An hour and a half later Marcus was finished and I put my shirt back on. Tonight I would have to undress with every member of the pack present and shift for the first time in my life.

She heard a slight cracking noise, not even close to what she heard when he shifted in front of her a couple of days ago. In a blink of an eye in front of her, instead of naked Henry, stood 40 feet tall dragon. Black, with his eyes glowing golden, wings widespread stood in front of her in all his mythical glory, while she was there speechless and motionless. Henry saw her reluctance so slowly not to scare her with any sudden movements, he lowered his head, so it was leveled with Elizabeth. He was so close that she could feel his breath on her. Slowly, she reached with her hand and placed it on the side of his head, and gently caressed him. His skin... scales was maybe more appropriate term,

Now, the man was screeching, shouting curses at the beast, practically pulling his own hands off against the cuff of the chains as he did anything he could to break free. The dragon didn’t seem quite as massive now that he was on the ground, though he was still several times bigger than Nya. As she approached him from behind, she got a good view of the barbs on his tail. He wasn’t swinging it, since he had no idea she was behind him. His scales glistened in the moonlight as his wings, each at least ten feet across, stayed wide so that he could take off at any moment.

She immediately pulled the blanket away and was surprised to see something that only her target species have. Under Clyde's blanket was a piece of golden scale, glistening with exposure to the sunlight. The scale was as big as her palm and it rendered her speechless. She's never seen a dragon before and the only ones she crossed paths with didn't have the time to shift into their original form. And she wasn't a dimwitted girl to not catch up to this. His room is full of his extravagance and a dragon scale was found on his bed. What else could that mean?

Third person POV: “DRAGON….?” King Sargon and Jasmine said in unison staring at white colored scaled creature that was five times of their height, its long bat-winged were twice his own size and were spread wide, his narrow RED colored were fixed on Jasmine and King Sargon while his long nostril were flaring hot airs.

He drew closer, still circling, until I could make out details of his form, the powerful wings spread wide, the strong legs drawn close to his body. More like a scaled wild cat than a sinuous snake, I noted as my heart fluttered with instinctual fear. His head was square, strong, the canine teeth over-biting the bottom lip long and white against the golden scales. The scales shifted in colour, white across his belly, pale yellow and green grading into a dark, deep gold across his back with its spinal ridges showing orange in places - possibly, I thought, where the blood sat closer to the surface. Did dragons bleed red?

I asked in disbelief. “That's a dragon secret,” Drago said and I looked at him with a frown. “Our scales have healing properties of their own, among them are anti-inflammatory properties. That's why we don't seek medical help in our dragon form unless we're seriously injured.” “Wow.” I looked at the cup of tea and finished drinking it all. I felt much better and helped clean up the remains of dirty junk in the kitchen, then we went out as Connor came in with three birds holding leaves for contraceptive tonic.