Flying Blue Silver Novels & Stories

Dad shakes his head. “What about silver dragons,” asks dad. “You said to read about the six different types of dragons,” says Owen. “I said there are six different types aside from the silver dragons,” dad says with an annoyed look on his face. “I guess I will have to cover that part for you. Listen up cause I’m only going to go over this once. Silver dragons are silver in color however, when the light shines on them they tend to shimmer a pastel rainbow color which makes them look exceptionally beautiful. They can control all the elements and they are the only dragons that are able to transform into humans and have the ability to teleport. This is due to the original silver dragon’s mother

Birds scattered from the branches, and a low, rolling growl rippled through the undergrowth. Elira was on her feet instantly, bow drawn despite the pain it cost her. “They followed.” Kaelen’s heart lurched. “The vampires?” “No.” Her voice dropped to a tense whisper. “Worse.” From between the trees, shapes emerged—hulking figures with fur matted and eyes glowing silver. Their bodies shifted unnaturally, somewhere between wolf and man, claws digging furrows into the soil. One raised its head to the dawn and howled, the sound tearing through Kaelen’s bones.

Why do I feel like I am home, more than I have ever felt in times past? Once outside the plane, I lifted my face to the blue sky and sucked it a deep breath. It's been so long since I've seen blue sky, even longer since I have breathed hot humid air. Gone was the icy, frigid, thin air of WhiSare. My lungs expanded to receive the welcoming air. When I opened my eyes Silver was beside me with a knowing smile. "You definitely miss having good air to breathe." "That's the only thing I miss about San Frease."

“Sebastian.” “Sebastian,” Seb smirked. “I like the way that sounds from you, Alexander.” “What? Don’t call me Alexander,” Alex laughed. “It sounds weird coming from you.” “Now that I think about it,” Seb said, moving even closer towards Alex. “Why in the world did you tell me your name was Blue? I get if you wanted to lie about your name but Blue just sounds so random so why Blue?” Feeling colour creep towards his cheek, Alex looked into Seb’s blue eyes. “It’s a secret.”

Who does he think he is? Fuming silently, I noticed the wallet on the floor. Smirking, I picked it up. Sure enough, I found an identity card in it with his name as 'RED DIAMOND' And a status of: 'GOLDEN EAGLE'. I stared at the card confused, something fishy was going on here. 'SCORPION'S EYE ORGANIZATION' It sounded like a mafia gang or something. I mean, duh, he looks like a gang member.

I placed my fingers on it and I felt a stinging sensation from the touch. Stupefied, I moved closer to the mirror to see what it was. On the spot that connects my neck and my shoulder, a blue glowing bird-like shape with its wings spread wide was visible there, and when I looked closely, I realized that the bird was a phoenix. Being stupefied was an understatement, I was completely amazed. I could fully remember that I didn’t have a tattoo drawn on that spot. Moreover, I don’t have a tattoo drawn on any part of my body, but how this came into being filled me with astonishment.

I think for a moment before rolling my shoulders a little. “You are not strong enough to—” I hear a ripping noise as my wings tear through the back of my shirt. I lean heavily on the crutch, almost falling over from the extra weight they put on my back. I stay standing though, and can’t help but smirk at Logan when he shakes his head at me. “You need to rest. Your wings use a lot of energy, you need to wait before flying again,” he says but I ignore him. I bring one of my wings in front of me to look. The black and white marbling remains, as do the streaks of gold, but the silver is fading. They look a lot like my father’s, only smaller.

And I was done living like a secret. Done being protected into silence. If the world wanted to hunt the silver fox, it was going to learn something my mother’s bloodline had always known: Silver doesn’t break easily. And foxes? Foxes don’t stay caged.

I've done this a thousand times, but for them it's new and terrifying. Hold tight, Silverclaw warns, and then we're airborne. The ground drops away as his wings beat powerfully. Thelma gasps, gripping the scales so hard her knuckles turn white. Neon looks like he might vomit. But as we level out, flying over the burning landscape below, something like wonder crosses their faces. "Now," Thelma says, her voice raised over the wind, "explain. Everything." I take a deep breath. Where do I even start?