Dragon Scale Dragon Tales Novels & Stories

I have a dragon? A white dragon with pearly white scales. She looked like a creature carved from moonlight and frost. Her body gleams as though each scale were polished porcelain or mother-of-pearl, catching the light and scattering it in soft, shimmering hues. When she moved, the scales rippled like flowing silk, giving the impression that the she carried a piece of the moon on her skin. Her eyes are a piercing, crystalline blue - bright and cold as glacial ice - yet filled with an ancient intelligence that feels both mesmerizing and unnerving. The contrast of its pale, luminous body and those sharp, blue eyes makes it appear regal and otherworldly, as though it was born from winter storms

“Are you joking? This Dragon scale fell off of a person? Haha! Old man, we may not even fully believe it when you say this fish-scale-like thing is a Dragon scale, and now you’re telling me that this Dragon scale fell off of a person’s body?” Someone from the crowd could not help but mock uncontrollably, “You’re making up stories so that you could increase the value of this Dragon scale, aren’t you? But we’re no fool. Your story is too ridiculous, and we’ll not believe you. I’m afraid today you can’t sell this scale off for much money!”

Jasmine questioned her grandmother with twinkling eyes “It.. it is a big… big marvelous creation of universe… he is huge.. very huge… as huge as our castle, standing proudly on his four legs ho look nothing less than a king, his sharp claws as a equally to a solider sword which can slash anything that comes in its way, spiky his red eyes look like fine rubies form high mountains which look as if it is holding fire in them…. his massive body is covered in midnight scales which reflect moonlight in them, his spiky back and long tail sets beautifully in their place and complement his appearance, but most enchanting feature of a dragon is his ‘WINGS’,….. His humongous midnight wings… when he sp

Osiris pointed out. "The vision is unclear but I saw the spilling of blood and it scented the whole battlefield. And in the midst of the deads, there stood only two. A princess whose presence is of lucent hope and the other of the obscure darkness-the red dragon of an ancient story. Vetrik Jihn Drakon, the most powerful and detestably evil dragon of all." Leera stated in a trance as if she was seeing it happening before her. Her brows creased in concentration like she wanted to dissect every minute detail of the vision she might have received.

Then the last one, well, I smiled as I saw him. “You heard the name BLACK DRAGON right?” our boss continued. I can clearly see their reactions. The tall guy just raised an eyebrow. The mohawk guy looked straight to our boss. The last one just smiled and the youngest boy looked excited. “Black Dragon?! Who wouldn’t know him?! He’s a legend! One of the few we look up to! He can be lined up beside Shadow and Eclipse! An expert and a genius! You’re going to introduce him to us?!” he finally said. I smiled. If only you know. I thought.

I'm not crazy about everyone knowing that my powers, but I know that any ally of our pack is safe. Saige is going crazy in my head when I start smelling the most delicious smell. It smells like sandalwood and mint. I was lost in that scent when the most beautiful dragon I have ever seen lands in our wood line, lets off two children, and after getting dressed approaches us. The man is an Adonis! He has jet-black hair, the most gorgeous emerald green eyes I have ever seen, and he towers over me! The man must be close to seven feet tall! He's tall enough and wide enough to wrap himself around me at least a couple times. Saige keeps saying, "MATE! MATE! Move closer to mate!" I said, "I can't! He

’ Dagger did her earnest to flail. But instead of blood and flesh, the red-scaled dragon touched his jagged forehead onto her master’s head. Though the dragon’s back was on her, she could vividly see the silhouette of the two due to the existence of the dwindling green light and the beaming red illumination from the flames. ‘Who is he to the master? Are they really important to one another like family?’ Dagger could only ask as she watched the red-scaled dragon. The latter opened his right humungous wing to cradle her master into his scaled arms.

Rayvin nodded. “Okay. I can’t say that I saw that one coming,” he honestly said. “I know. Throughout history, dragons have been hunted. Mainly because of old folktales claiming we are guardians of treasures. Then there are our scales that are made from a material that is light and withstands most things, even magic in some cases. They were in high demand during the magical wars,” Rayvin told him. “Scales? I thought you didn’t turn into a giant lizard?” he smiled.

The moon was full the night Thelma dreamt of blood. It was the kind of night where everything whispered. The air seemed to carry secrets and the trees danced to a wind that had no rhythm. Thelma lay still in bed, Saint curled beside her, his tiny hands tucked beneath his cheek. The cold of Britain did not reach her; her dreams were warmer, yet not comforting. They were too alive. Too loud. She saw flames. Not just fire, but blue fire, licking the skies like it had a mind of its own. And in its heart, a dragon—not just any, but one with scales that shimmered like obsidian and eyes that carried her reflection.

The one with topaz scales was named Ortinbras, the one with silver scales was named Neceron, while the last one with pristine white scales was named Celtore. They were all women. When Ellaine asked about it Finrod said, “Contrary to chauvinistic views, no dragon is male. All of them are female.” They were grouped to each dragon. Ellaine and Yntreia went with Neceron. She eyed them both quietly and after sometime said, “I am glad to make acquaintance of the pixie Princess and a woman of great importance.” They exchanged courtesy but Ellaine was left brooding. Neceron’s remark about her being ‘of great importance’ added to the anxiety she felt with Yntreia’s prophecy.