Novel & Cerita Heart Scales Book

I crouched for a better look. They weren't pebbles. They were scales. Paper-thin, no larger than a fingernail, each one shimmering with deep crimson light. My pulse stumbled. "That shouldn't be possible." Kael glanced toward me. "You know what they are." "They're dragon scales." I reached down carefully and lifted one between my fingers. The instant I touched it, the scale dissolved into fine red dust. The breeze carried it away before I could study it further. Within seconds, nothing remained.

Elsa, however, laughed openly, breaking the tension. “What’s mine?” Maxwell asked, his eagerness reminiscent of an excited child awaiting a surprise. “Cyan blue,” I said, meeting his eyes. “Water element. It matches your temper—you can be turbulent like the waves of the sea but settle just as quickly. Calm follows the storm.” Maxwell’s grin widened, and Elsa nodded in approval. “You’re good at this, Scarlett,” she said, her voice tinged with pride. I turned to Clay. “Yours was forest green,” I said. “Earth element. You’re grounded, steady, and solid. Your nature is peaceful, calming, and healing—reliable, dependable, and rooted in strength.”

Then, with a sigh, I rolled up and walked to the window, peeking out just to see if the world was as weird as I felt. Outside, a bunch of girls were hanging out on the grass. Only… they didn’t look normal. One had shimmering silver scales on her arms that caught the sun like tiny mirrors. Another was floating off the ground, giggling as she tossed sparks from her fingertips. There was even one with sharp little horns poking through her hair, chasing two others who shrieked and laughed like it was the most natural thing in the world.

I had to keep studying—this was the only way I could avoid his gaze and his presence. After a few more pages, my eyes drifted to the large bookshelf along the living room wall. It was filled with thick volumes, most in Latin or old English. Slowly, I stood and approached it. My fingers brushed over a spine, trying to read the titles. Anatomi Licanthropica, Genealogy of Packs, Mutatio Lupus. I pulled one out, nearly choking when I saw its contents—pages full of strange illustrations: skeletal figures half-transformed into wolves, notes on dual circulatory systems, and countless terms unfamiliar to me.

Please, my darling, don’t be afraid, for I am with you always. I hope you have found some form of happiness in this life and the answers you seek are within this journal. Remember, in order to shine first, you must burn. Until we meet again, my darling, Love always Mum xx I look ahead as tears sting my eyes and I quickly wipe them away as I turn the page and I see a picture of the ring my mother used to wear. I look at the stone and the writing underneath it. The Dragons Heart Scale. The heart scale was the ruby on the ring. Then, if that is so, why did it fade and become clear? Curiosity is a very dangerous thing indeed.

Its sheer size was overwhelming, stretching nearly thirty feet into the air. The ground trembled beneath its weight with every step it took, leaving deep fissures in the earth. Velakar, the Ravager, was a force of nature unlike anything Lycidas had ever seen. The creature's body was covered in obsidian-black scales, each one sharp and angular, reflecting the light of the sun in a haunting, ghostly manner. The scales pulsed with a strange blue energy, as though they were charged with raw celestial power, and in the gaps between them, veins of glowing light throbbed with ancient magic.

With her eyes resting on the fire, she use her nails to scratch the spot he ahd kissed and blood was forming on the red line her nails had continually and roughly dragged. A gently door losing behind her didn’t faze her one bit. She felt a shadow lingering behind her. “Thank you, Khalid. I didn’t think you would take such a long time to call Ambrose.” “He was asleep. No wolf like to be disturbed when he sleeps.” Zara smiled. She relax back on the chair and speak eerily. “Prepare the water. I want it to scorch me.” “Are you sure?” Khalid’s voice becomes sad. “His touch feels like thousands of insects are running down my body. I need to get it off me. I feel dirty.”

SILAS The heavy oak doors of my study are nearly taken off their hinges. I don’t even have time to set down my glass before Scyla is across the room, fuming. Her human skin is flickering like a dying candle, patches of iridescent black scales erupting along her jaw and throat. Her eyes are wide, the golden slits trembling with a mixture of agony and incandescent rage. "You fool!" she screams. "You arrogant, blind fool!"

“From the UpperLands.” I couldn’t seem to make any sense of what the man was saying. And I was still trying to process the sight of the giant creature blinking slowly at me. His scales as red as freshly spilled blood. I found myself stroking his scaled cheek. Astonished at the smoothness of it. And it seemed to soothe me. But after a moment, I nicked my palm on the edge of one scale and found it as sharp as a sword blade. I hissed through my teeth and eyed it.

And then there was the other part—the part of me that wasn’t me. It was like another presence inside me, pushing, clawing, begging to break free. My body had trembled under the weight of it, my vision had blurred, and my skin had burned like fire. I had locked myself in the bathroom, splashing water on my face to keep whatever it was at bay. But this morning, the scales? They felt like proof that I was losing. I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, staring at my reflection with tear-filled eyes. The pale green scales on my forearms glinted faintly, their edges blending seamlessly with my skin. If I didn’t know better, I’d think they were beautiful.