Dragon Scale Dragon Tales Novels & Stories

Ona had been the one to show me that it was a history of sorts, a retelling of the foundations of the master lines from which all other dragon varieties diverge, "What if I were to tell you that Oestre had no mate?" He pulls out another book, one bound in black fabric and sewn with silver thread. "That the mother of us all was herself a universal dragon. A lone traveler from another universe who dreamed this realm into reality." Bringing the book to a table he opens it to reveal a wonderous illustration. Etched in metallic ink, it shows a beautiful golden dragon surrounded by shadow. "Oestre wasn't the first dragon. She was the last one," he reads the symbols on the edge of the pages, a lang

Her hands were clenched at her sides, her dark red nails trembling faintly as she fought to contain her anger. Opposite her, Dragon leaned casually against an antique wooden desk, his cold gray eyes gleaming with cunning. He wore a black shirt with the top buttons undone, revealing a glimpse of his tattooed chest, and dark trousers complemented by a leather belt with a gleaming silver buckle. His silver watch caught the faint light, and his tousled black hair gave him an air of unrestrained danger. "Enough, Dragon!" Jenny exclaimed, her voice choked as her luminous eyes radiated fury. "Can't you stop your ridiculous games for just one moment?!"

I knew that she’d be beautiful, but I hadn’t expected this. I didn’t have long to take in the glistening garnet color of her scales as she circled around Vega and her father. Vega’s dragon, a harsh dark contrast to Amelia’s. Abner growled at her, swiping his clawed hand against her flank. Flinging his daughter away from him with a roar. It had been too long since he’d shifted, and now it was taking him longer than normal. Amelia dove in. She wasn’t as graceful as Vega, but she was quickly learning her size as she dug claws into his body. Blood spurting in an arch through the air.

Dojo reeked slaughter, copper-thick, tatami slick crimson pools, our chests heaving thunder-sync, indigo hakamas spattered gore. "You fight like you're born to it," he growled, scarred jaw inches, porcelain fingers banding my wrist pull-close, obsidian devouring mahogany flush. Blood smeared his cheek war-paint, dragon tattoo pulsing throat wild. No fear in his stillness—predator sated, but gaze burned deeper hunger.

Dale asked. Drake is silent for this long. He knows what Cedric wants to happen is impossible. They will not accept him as their king when they find out that he is a dragon. It's time he makes everyone around him understand about this fact as well. When Dale asked why Cedric is so bothered about these Dragon, he decided it's time to start revealing his truth, starting with Dale. "He is bothered about dragons because I am one of the" Drake revealed, making Dale open and close his mouth like a fish in shock.

Taran looks sad, “No, but something in me says to find my mother first. I want to know where they looked. The books aren’t completely accurate.” “Taran,” my voice is quiet. I want to learn more about dragons. What parts of the myths are authentic, and what are false? “Will you tell me what is true about dragons? I know about the first dragon and the stone. I want to know why you breathe fire. Are you made of fire? What do dragons eat? Are you born as a human or dragon? Since dragons are reptiles, wouldn’t they lay eggs? How did humans conceive dragons?”

The family where women were worshipped as Durga (a female goddess), the eternal power. He had seen better days in his childhood but their family misfortune had landed them in this hell-hole called Dharavi. At that age, he didn’t understand the dealings of the grown-ups, but he had heard his mum and dad speak about getting cheated by their business partner. He had no idea of their business, no inkling of what the matter was and he didn’t care. Thinking about it would neither bring food nor money to him, so it was a mere waste of time.

Complicated creatures, dragons, I think to myself. As I reminisce, we had made our way down to the dragon den and came up to Ying. The majestic animal has only grown again since last I saw him, his sheer size a site to behold! His majesty left everybody who ever saw him in awe. Kal himself made Ying, a very long time ago, in fact at the dawn of time. Second in size only to Kal, Ying’s glistening scales looked almost like gold, but with this green, almost emerald hue to him. His deep green eyes studied me carefully and I fought with all I had to keep him out of my thoughts. Dragons and dragon magic are highly dangerous, even to the creatures like me. One of their traits was mind control, and

Once they were settled in he whispered, "I will cast to you the memories that I have and then you can always ask more questions." Emma snuggled up to him and felt happier as his mood shifted and then she closed her eyes as he started to cast his memories to her. At first there was nothing but mist and whisps of clouds and within the center was a fire burning brightly. It was hard to look into the burning flames but almost imposible to look away. For upon the dias, stood a dragon that grew ever more powerful as the fire burned hotter. The smoke and flames appeared to form the dragon and his scales reflected the firelight. His scales were cerulean blue but shimmering in darkness they appeare

I’ve pinched myself three times already and I’m still here. The dragon before me is a sight to behold. Dragons don’t exist and that’s how I know I’m dreaming. Its scales are a deep shimmering blue, like the depths of the ocean. Its eyes, a brilliant golden hue and its wings are so large they seem to stretch across the sky. The dragon’s long neck curves gracefully and its tail swishes back and forth in a hypnotic rhythm.