Dragon Reverse Scale Novels & Stories

The flakes clung stubbornly, but I didn’t have time to fuss. Something was coming. A rift split the earth not far ahead, a fiery glow spilling out like molten gold. From its depths, a dragon emerged. Its head rose first, crowned with jagged scales that glimmered in hues of black and crimson. Then came its serpentine neck, its powerful limbs, and finally its lashing tail. Fulgur. The name echoed in my mind as I took in the hexagonal scales, their labradorite sheen shimmering like embers.

Dodging a thrown rock, David quickly skims the record regarding the Draco. Draco Classification: Animal (Superspecies) Description: A massive four-legged super reptile with almost impervious scales covering its powerful body. Its claws are capable of ripping and rending flesh apart with ease in addition to being able to shatter stone. Due to its evolution, its head is no longer similar to an alligator but is leaner in shape, making it more similar to the dragons of myths and legends.

Rhys shows us to the middle of Draig’s back, to his shoulder blades between his wings where the spines start that run along his entire length of his spine. “Careful, his scales are sharp if you rub them the wrong way,” Rhys warns, as I look down at the beautiful black scales that are tipped with gold. “Thank you, Rhys, this is new for all of us.” I lean against one of Draig’s center spines, as Eya and Ryder sit beside me with Anarchy and Aiden cradled in their arms.

Darryl asked anxiously. However, he received no reply. Soon, they stopped in front of a huge hole. 'Sh*t!' Darryl's heart skipped a beat when he saw his surroundings. The hole was huge, with a diameter of several hundred meters and a depth of more than one hundred meters. There was a scaled dragon at the bottom of the hole. The two-horned scaled dragon was nearly a hundred meters long, and it was covered in black and red scales. There were still no claws to be seen because it still had not completed its transformation into a real dragon.

But his hand remained close to mine. The dragon-man moved slower this time, letting everyone see what he was doing. His fingers slipped beneath a strip of dark scaled cloth at his waist and pulled out something wrapped in black leather. It was small, no bigger than my palm, but the moment it entered the open air, something in my chest answered. Not loudly. Not like Seraphina when she stirred. Not like my wolf. Something older. Something in my blood. The dragon-man unwrapped the leather carefully. Inside lay a scale. At least, I thought it was a scale at first. Then I realised it was more than that. It was shaped like a large dragon scale, curved and smooth along one edge, sharp along the oth

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

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.

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.”