Heart Scales Book Novels & Stories

God, could I only sleep in a coffin? I stood in the doorway with my back pressed against the door of the room, not daring to move forward at all. I looked around for a kerosene lamp or candle, but not surprisingly, there was none. Suddenly, I noticed that one of the scales on my dress was glowing. It is a different color from the other light blue scales, it is white, and it is exceptionally hard. I picked it up and looked at it, and suddenly realized that it was a protective scale from Dylan's heart.

The red scales unlike anything I had seen before, hints of gold looked as if they were painted fresh daily. As I turned my arm over, I could see where it looked as if two tail ends were touching. Resting in the middle was a circle, clearly it was made in the image of the moon. Plopping myself down on the couch to stop my pacing, I traced my tattoo gently with my fingertips. Tadeas had a matching tattoo also on his left wrist. They were simple, elegant, and powerful, I thought. It was hard to explain, having this on my wrist allowed me to feel as if he was always with me.

’ Caleb makes a sensible point. The remaining volume of the extraordinary collection is little more than a pamphlet. On first impression it promises to be no less impressive than the others. A copper and red iridescent sheen, glimmers over what could only be described as scales. There is no way this is what I think it is. The stories my father told us were just that, stories, meant to amaze and bewilder. The unexpectedly abrasive scales lift from the cover as if laid down and fixed in place individually like plate armour.

Ryan raised the chair in his hands, and with a swift motion, brought it down on me, his eyes cold as they met mine. I was paralyzed by the fear in my eyes, unable to move. "Ah!" The pain shot through me like a jolt of electricity, and I couldn't contain the blood-curdling scream that escaped my lips. My fingers were crushed instantly, mangled and bleeding, as I stared at them in disbelief. The physical pain, sharp and intense, barely compared to the crushing weight in my chest.

I say in Greek, hoping Bronx won’t understand it. The cover of the book stretches and creeks, until a bulge forms below the embossed title. The bulge grows until it looks like a closed eyelid. I take off the dragon scale glove and run my hand close to the surface, careful not to touch it. When it senses me just an inch away, the eyelid snaps open, exposing a crisp apple green eyeball. It looks around, surprised to be awakened until it lands on me and watches, waiting for instructions. “What the fuck?” Bronx lets go of my hand and backs up until his back is against the door. “Kas, tell me that’s not what I think it is. It’s some sort of replica or some shit. Tell me that’s not real.”

If yes, I think I want to know more about that too. "Can you tell us what is written?" Dominus asked her. Siva winked at him. "Of course! But I can't read this to you one by one so let me do this." After saying that she took the book a bit far from her and then swayed her hands, she then put it above that book. I didn't expect what just happened, the book began to glow inside and her eyes began to switch from blue to white, her skin having scales like a snake. It was so magical to see. I have just read some books when I was young.

I stared unhappily at the spot where his webbed claws were touching, intent on finding out what he was studying… only to realize that circuit-like patterns were appearing on my skin where he touched, as if it had been flashed by a scanner of some sort. The patterns were enfolded in a regular sequence and looked like the projection of a scale, and it would fade whenever Dicken’s claws moved away from my skin—I wouldn’t have noticed that curious change at all if I wasn’t keeping an eye on what Dicken was doing.

If yes, I think I want to know more about that too. "Can you tell us what is written?" Dominus asked her. Siva winked at him. "Of course! But I can't read this to you one by one so let me do this." After saying that she took the book a bit far from her and then swayed her hands, she then put it above that book. I didn't expect what just happened, the book began to glow inside and her eyes began to switch from blue to white, her skin having scales like a snake. It was so magical to see. I have just read some books when I was young.

I touched Ulysses’ back, feeling hot, sticky blood seep through my fingers, the metallic scent stinging my eyes. “Ulysses?” I cried out, watching in disbelief as he collapsed to the ground. His clothes were torn, and the red lights that had embedded themselves into him began to take form, falling to the ground as fish scales. I picked one up and realized it was as sharp as a blade. The scales were large, the size of my palm, with edges so sharp they could slice through flesh. Each scale gleamed with an ominous red glow. "Brother!" the girl screamed from the shore.

His scales are emerald green like Avani’s, but like Zephyr’s, when the sun hits them, they light up in a splash of color. “Hello, Ancalagon.”