Fairy Tail Lamia Scale Novels & Stories

A primal growl escaped my throat as I locked eyes with the Crimson-eyed Lycan, a furious defiance burning within me. In that moment, my rage consumed me, and the power of my inner beast surged to the surface. Bones cracked and muscles twisted as I shifted into my intermediate wolf form, my fur bristling with fury. The transformation completed, I stood as a formidable wolf-human hybrid, my golden eyes blazing with determination. The Outstanding Lycan's face contorted into a mixture of surprise and apprehension, realizing the threat he had just awakened. He barked out a command to his pack, his voice tinged with urgency. "Kill Jasmine!"

A dragon’s eye color tells of its scales' color; there was no dragon with a different eye color from their scales, and no matter how happy she was with her little one, she was worried. “I will live to see the day the problem shall come,” Alaric replied, staring lovingly at his daughter. “Woe be gone, anyone who shall call her strange, they shall die by my fire. My little princess is the most beautiful one of all. Her blue eyes match her white scales perfectly, just like her mother’s wolf.” He glanced at Mariah with a smile, “It feels like I am looking at your wolf.”

Claws scraped metal. My gut twisted. "What the hell is that?" Lila leaned closer to her camera, voice smooth and proud. "Your contribution, Avery. I extracted samples during our last encounter. Mixed them with dragon scales recovered from the old border ruins. The result? A perfect hybrid. Stronger than your wolf form. Armored. Loyal only to me." Damien pressed against the bars, staring hard. "Dragon scales? You're insane. That thing's unstable. Look at it twitching. You can't control a mess like that."

She turns my face slightly toward the lamp. “The question to ask is ‘by what?’ and the answer is a demon.” She gasps. “A demon?” “Let me guess, sickly grey scales, nearly seven feet tall, massive, serpentine tail, golden eyes with vertical irises.” Kaeden chips in. I blink, taken aback. “Yes. How did you know? He turns to Myra. “A Lamashtu.” “Is that what Scyla is? A Lamashtu?”

Though they were humanoid in appearance, they had a slight golden-thick grey tinge to their skin colour and sported an extra digit on both their hands with serpent tales, for a total of twelve fingers and a snake tale. But there was one other vital characteristic that would prove to be complicated for the breeding concerns of the serpent beast: Lamia was huge, very huge. A mature Lamia could reach heights of six, seven, or even eight cubits tall. The Lamia were monsters. The foetus, therefore, was manifestly enormous and tended to stretch a woman’s womb cavity to its limits. For this reason, a Lamia could not be born in a normal human way. It would have to rip its way out of its mother, kill

Then, a slow, cruel laugh left her lips. “Don’t be ridiculous,” she scoffed. “Lyra? An Alpha?” Darius’ jaw tightened. “It’s true.” Katya’s laughter faded as she studied their faces. Neither of them was joking. Her fingers curled against the armrests. “Explain.” Darius exhaled sharply, running a hand down his face. “We saw her. At the coronation. She wasn’t a servant. She wasn’t a forgotten woman hiding in the shadows.” His voice dropped lower. “She was the Alpha… not just an Alpha but the Alpha of the Crescent pack.

I scrambled to the edge of the floor to escape from the source of the scent. But it was the Lycan King. He had shifted form, his eyes were fiery red orbs surrounded by golden circles, his hair seemed to have grown longer, his skin was covered in fur than normal and he had three long sharp claws protruding from his fingers. But his face was still his not fully.