Dragon Scale Dragon Tales Novels & Stories

Drake was about to snap my neck. “Drake, NO!” I heard Willow scream as if her soul was on fire. The thought of her in pain no matter if it was physical or emotional, I couldn’t handle it. Black scales rippled over my body, giving me a natural layer of armor. I gave a wicked laugh, my dragon and human voice mixing together to make it all the more chilling. My teeth elongated and my claws extended into razor blades. Drake thought he had me, but I’ll be damned before I let Willow see the likes of him defeat me. Not only that, but it will be over my dead body before I leave her in his hands.

A water serpent would become a dragon if it caught the dragons pearl falling from heaven. If he would clutch an orb known as dragon pearl, which is said to grant it's bearer omnipotence. Only a dragon with four claws could possess an orb and lesser three-clawed dragons lacked the opposable thumb to hold onto it. If only he could get it he would have the ability to create things, making him a higher creature compared to Fox and wolves who were considered lesser entities.

Odessa I was staring into a whole new world when I blinked my eyes. The colors were more vibrant than before if that were ever possible. The dirt between my fingers, well now claws, scratched at the tiny rocks in the soil. My talons were large, purple, just like in the dragon in the dream I had when I met my father. The scales shimmered in the suns, causing a beautiful rainbow reflection.

Rosalie says quietly, staring at her older sister's emerald green dragon. She had bright green eyes, so similar to her human eyes… Her scales shone beneath the sun, reflecting off like diamonds. Her dragon purred while she watched me, a smile taking over my face again. I walked towards her, reaching my hand out and running it along her rough scales… She roared before taking off to the sky, her speed unlike anything I’ve seen before. She caught up to her sister and brother fast, my eyes widening in astonishment. That must be one of her powers…

Everyone was too drunk or too annoyed to continue. Dylan started feeding the fire, and Freya launched into the scariest story she knew. "My grandma told me that back in the old world," Freya whispered, leaning in, "witches never feared ghosts or demons. We feared what you couldn't banish with a spell. And the one thing that was truly unbanishable was the Shadow Scale." My ears instantly pricked up. "It’s a local legend here, too," Easton interjected, looking slightly too interested. "They say it lives deep in the caldera, untouched by time. A massive creature. A dragon, essentially."

exclaimed Bowen in surprise. “Those dragon scales are Draco's dragon scales that have fallen out. We collect them in the dragon's lair. Then, I also found the white dragon scales. Can you guys make armor for Draco and me? Whenever possible, we would like a pair of swords and shields, also armors that are lightweight with the scales of this white dragon," Astrid said. "I think we can do it. It's just that we need time. I'm afraid for your latest trip, It won't be enough time if you go right away,” said Berk.

I spent hours studying the text. I learned about Alice's Dragon, referred to in ancient languages as the 'Rare Healer of Fire.' This unique dragon was gifted with ancient magic. If the Rare Healer of Fire mated with another dragon, they would be reborn as humans but retain the ability to use dragon magic without their dragon forms.

Dragon scales had a unique healing ability, and that’s why his parents were hunted. He remembered the day it happened so well. They were traveling to the Dragon King and Queen's palace. He and his family were to come work in the castle. His father was an excellent craftsman, and he could make all sorts of things using his dragon’s fire. His work was highly sought out by all castles and the wealthy, humans included. His mother would come to work as a chef. She was amazingly talented with food. The stew they were eating tonight was a recipe that she herself had created. It had become a favorite with all dragons. Tasting the stew tonight brought back wonderful memories and then the trauma of th

“It's none of your business.” “I know a lot of people claim that they have dragon scales on their hands and that some of the fakes are difficult to identify.” He didn't speak. I took a deep breath and continued, “I know how to tell the difference.” He sneered. “As far as I know, no one knows how to tell the dragon scales apart from the chief witch who lives in the south. The only written books have also been burned.” “I read that book before it burned.” I looked up and met Nuri's eyes.

Its eyes shared the same colour as its scales, burning brightly within its large eye sockets and its unfurled wings blanketed the entire sky, causing the light of the sun to be obstructed. It had four limbs and though it was large, its body was streamlined towards strength and speed, and Kylie could tell that it was in no way lazy like the stories proclaimed. Tales of dragons called them lazy and treacherous beings that only loved gold and nothing more. While there were some that hailed them as noble creatures, even those stories did not fail to emphasize their lazy attitudes and their love for treasure. So, Kylie always imagined that dragons would be fat, possessing a belly that could only