Dragon Scale Dragon Tales Novels & Stories

Dragons were ruthless, demon spawns of Satan that destroyed everything in their path, but oh were they some of the most gorgeous creatures on this planet! Tora, my mate, showed me some pictures that her sister had taken of her dragon before. I was in complete and utter awe of her. Her scales were the color of dusk, when the dark blues and purples mixed with the black. They had a metallic shine to them making them look like they had stars everywhere. Her eyes, oh goddess her eyes, they were the color of the most beautiful sunset. That perfect blend of dark yellow and orange.

Thunder rumbled, but the sound was distorted, almost sentient. On a vast open field stood a creature of pure nightmare. Shadow Scale. The massive dragon towered above them, its body covered in black scales that absorbed light. Each scale shimmered like shifting shadows, alive and breathing. Its eyes glowed a deep, hellish red—radiant, intelligent, and hungry. Its wings stretched across the field like a living eclipse, blotting out what little light dared to exist in the Demon Realm. Shadow Scale snorted, releasing a cloud of red mist that corroded the grass instantly.

she takes the dragon scales out of the bag and shows it to me "There are three important things to know about dragon scales" " first it's the colour, no matter what colour a dragon has it's scales will change to purple 3 months after it falls and will only keep getting darker as time passes, If you look at the scales we found they are Lila which means it already has been 3 months since they fell" "two, dragons don't loose scales unless it is summer witch finished 2 months ago" "and finally three. is the amount of scales they can lose, the village was covered in dragon scales as if to make sure we find them but a dragon can't lose that many scales in one day"

"Y-your blood!? Do you mean with your dragon's blood? U-using that fairy tale method!?" "It’s not that dramatic, but I had to admit that it was a lot more complicated." Daniel stroked the back of his neck, looking hesitant to say this. "All these fairy tales have something in common: one has to kill a dragon and bathe in dragon blood if they want immortality, wealth, and a long life—whatever they wish. All humans thought so, but that is not how it works. You know, how many humans died after bathing in dragon blood, just like the fairy tales they believe?"

The ice in my very veins melted as he grew even taller than he normally was and more muscular,ripping Zephyros's tunic in the process. I staggered backwards and tripped on a branch. I fell backwards on my rump and even the sting was not enough to take my eyes off him. He exhaled and the nearest tree turned to ash immediately. i scrambled backwards on impulse and the branch i had tripped on got caught in his web. He opened his eyes and twin pools of fire peered down at me. I didn't need Luna to tell me i was not looking at Zephyros anymore...no. Not entirely. What stared back at me was the Fire Dragon.

Opening the door, I peek out and see the black haired beauty staring back at me. “Hello,” I said, looking down at my bare feet. Not willing to look up, I get distracted when a glowing light comes from my rib cage. Getting this tickling feeling, I lift my shirt and take a look. Blue dragons with ice spitting from their mouths are shaped into a yin and yang sign. The glowing gets brighter, so I shield my eyes before looking down once more. My blue dragons turned into one blue and one red dragon, seeming to battle each other. Shock and disbelief come from the man in front of me. I hear a groan sound from behind him and look around his shoulder to see the same stranger I thought I had dreamed ab

The old magic survived only through her, and through those she chose. She swallowed. “That’s one path.” The vision shifted. Now she stood among dragons Draynor, Grenon, and others she did not recognize. Her dragon form loomed vast and luminous, scales threaded with Circle-light. The Dawlya magic did not rule here; it listened. The Circle bent itself around draconic instinct, reforging ancient bonds broken centuries ago. Balance. But the cost was clear. The Dawlya would never forgive it. They would call it betrayal, corruption. War would come not from fear of her, but from hatred.

"Wait! That's down there!" Kei Wu Xie's eyes widened roundly, and before his words fell, he only heard a dragon's roar that shook the clouds, and then he only saw a hundreds of feet long green scaly dragon suddenly come out from inside the sea. But see that the green scaly dragon was covered with a layer of hard scale armor, and even had nine heads, this was not an ordinary scaly dragon, this was the flood fae nineheaded green scaly dragon!

Diana thought the surprises would stop after Gelong changed into a legendary drahon right in front of her eyes, but no. Apparently, it was the prelude of something nerve-wracking The yawning white-scaled dragon with blunt horns stretched its legs, tilted its enormous head from side to side before it practically rolled its golden eyes. “Hello, captain obvious. I am a mouse. Of course, I am a dragon! Check this out, old friend!” The talking dragon breathed a crimson fire a meter away from her stunned face.

I sat down on the chair facing the sofa and I let my eyes return to normal. “The moment the King lays eyes on Abigail he’ll want her to bond with Prince Nicu. The strongest dragon in existence is the gray dragon. The silver white dragon is next in line, then comes the violet dragon and so on. Royal Dragons have always been what is known as Russian Violet, the darkest shade. We all know the darker the shade the stronger the dragon.” “A woman born of a man with a strong dragon is desirable but the bond has always been respected.” If we were normal people Sorin would’ve been right, but we weren’t.