Heart Scales Book Novels & Stories

The huge smile on his bloodstained lips making him hesitate to react. But what had him grow worried were the exposed scales now spread across Dylan's body in no order. His forehead, the left side of his face with a few on his right, his hands, and probably a lot more places he couldn't see. The golden scales were not the problem… the black ones were.

His nails had lengthened, sharp and scaly, tinged with a soft, almost translucent green, curling slightly at the ends in a way that made them look like delicate claws. But it was his scales that truly stole Ishaan’s breath away. Deep emerald-green scales spread across his once-smooth skin, covering parts of his delicate face—the high curve of his cheekbones, the line of his jaw, the sloping bridge of his nose. They wrapped around his throat, the shimmer of jade shifting subtly in the low light, painting his neck in a regal display of reptilian beauty. The intricate pattern of scales flowed down his shoulders and onto his arms, stopping just before his wrists, a mesmerizing contrast to the sm

This altar in front of him now had a godly, comforting familiarity to it. In a way that felt both piercing and reserved, her green jewel eyes were peering into his soul, framing narrow slits that seemed to peel away his clothes, his skin, and even his flesh, and examine his soul. In her body, small strips of iridescent red ran the length of the green scales, which had a pearly sheen and a predominantly purple shine, with the other colors of the spectrum appearing more muted, giving the woman an overall blue and light tint. The scales glittered in the light. Returning Darwin's gaze upward, he saw a network of green veins running from its eyebrows to its eyes. There were also ridges rising fro

He already knew that the first to third-grade weapons were low-ranking, the fourth to sixth-grade weapons were middle-ranking, and seventh to ninth-grade weapons were high-ranking. James let him choose a low-ranking weapon, so he could only pick one from first to third grade. There were many sharp weapons to choose from, but Caspian already targeted picking a third-grade spear. The spear was named Silver Scales. Just like its name, the spear's surface appeared as if it was coated with silver. At the same time, it seemed as if it was covered in a thin layer of scales. The most baffling thing about the scales was if you looked straight at the blade of the Silver Scales, it would just appear to

“It's none of your business.” “I know a lot of people claim that they have dragon scales on their hands and that some of the fakes are difficult to identify.” He didn't speak. I took a deep breath and continued, “I know how to tell the difference.” He sneered. “As far as I know, no one knows how to tell the dragon scales apart from the chief witch who lives in the south. The only written books have also been burned.” “I read that book before it burned.” I looked up and met Nuri's eyes.

There was a patch of skin the size of a fingernail, covered in a thin, translucent membrane. I gently scraped at it with my nail to peel off. It was hard and curvy. Under the bathroom light, it refracted a rainbow sheen. It was a fish scale. I called in sick. If I were to head into work in such a condition, I would most probably be seen as mentally ill and sent to an asylum. I flushed the fish scale down the drain. Then, like a thief sneaking back to the scene of the crime, I switched my phone on once more.

They rubbed my face with precision, and tender care, it was like being massaged by a soft pillow. ‎She moved to my neck, where a handful of red scales rested beautifully. The scales had a tendency to easily get irritated by physical touch. Except, they were suddenly very comfortable, infact I had never felt so comfortable in someone else's arms after the death of my mate all 40 years ago. ‎“Your scales... They're beautiful,” Porsha confessed, her beautiful blue eyes sparkling with wonder as they remained fixated on my neck. It was almost like the way mom looked at me, before things turned sour.

he said, the mystery of it heavy in his voice. Emil’s expression shifted immediately as he focused on the object in Marlon’s hand. It was hard not to notice the scales, large and gleaming, as they seemed to shift in the light, almost alive. They were unlike anything Emil had ever seen before—an intricate blend of green and sky blue, both vibrant and metallic in their sheen. They had an otherworldly quality to them, something that didn’t belong to the mundane world of fishing nets and saltwater. As he reached out to take a closer look, Emil’s eyebrows knitted together in confusion. His fingers brushed over the smooth, hard surface, and he felt a chill run down his spine. The scales looked so

Chapter 8 Cass “NO!” I scream. I thrash and fight Niles with everything I have as he tries to drag me into the hall. I kick at his knees—the only place I can reach—but he doesn’t budge. Using all my strength, I latch onto the bars of an empty cell and scream, hoping someone outside will hear. I hear growling, and the bars shake. Alexis, Dash, and the others pull on their own bars, but they’re too weak right now, and these cells were built to hold werewolves. They might break out eventually, but I don’t think I have that kind of time.

He deserves it for not bringing me any breakfast. My stomach growls as I keep exploring my new room. There are books all over the place. I pull out A Healer’s Encyclopedia, A Collection of Diseases and Ailments, and A Compendium of Poisons from the shelves. One dusty book stands out to me. Experiments: Book One is scrawled in nearly unreadable handwriting on the thick spine. I flip it open to a random page. Wolves Healing Times is written in messy letters at the top of the parchment.