Joker Holding Blue Eyes White Dragon Novels & Stories

Pale green eyes—familiar in their intensity despite their reptilian shape—fix on Sorin with murderous intent. Before I can react, the dragon opens its jaws and unleashes a torrent of blue-white fire directly at Sorin. The dragonfire collides with my light shield, not fighting it but merging, amplifying, transforming the energy into something new and devastating. The combined power slams into Sorin's shadow magic with explosive force.

I will look death in the face and spit in its eye. He stands over me-the great beast I spent my life hating. I was told my dragon captor would be blue and he is. Though blue doesn't quite cover the shades of color rippling over his scales. From the fairest blue sky to the dark of the moon, the light illuminates his incredible hide. His monstrous body is larger than I ever imagined. And his eyes. Their stunning blue depths hold nothing but death. "What are you staring at, female?"

The image was raw, visceral, intensely painful. Slowly, agonizingly, he began to make sense of the memory, each detail slotting into place with brutal precision. His eyes, previously clouded with confusion, underwent a terrifying transformation, shifting from their natural hue to a blazing golden shade, the unmistakable manifestation of his dragon. He slowly raised his head, his gaze finding Eleanor, pinning her where she stood. Eleanor instinctively stepped back, recognizing those glowing, furious eyes as the dragon’s manifestation, a primal, terrifying power.

I took a step closer. "I don't know, but stay where you are. I'm not sure what's going on, and I don't want to hurt you." He raised a hand. His eyes changed to gold - the magic of the dragon. "Your eyes." He smiled. "I know, love. I can feel it. See a difference." "Are you okay?" I reached out but didn't touch him and crossed my arms to keep from doing something stupid. His eyes changed to a bright elven blue. "Yes. These are the underlings of the Unknowns. Remember them?"

The dragon seemed to be satisfied because he closed his eyes and relaxed to his touch. “Can't he talk like other creatures?” he asked, admiring his white-blue body with a light blue underbelly, giving him the appearance and texture of a cloud. He has sky-blue eyes, along with a strip of light blue on his forehead. He has two golden horns were on the back of his head and a pair of large feathery wings that curl up at the tip. “He does not talk but he understands everything we say.” the king answered. “I see.” Jimmy nodded, then his gaze landed on a collar around his neck. It had a beautiful Ruby in the middle. “It's very nice,” he mumbled, gently touching the stone.

It made him panic. Darryl cracked a smile when he noticed White Tiger King’s flustered expression. "White Tiger King, this is called the Trap Dragon Thorn. These Trap Dragon Thorns were specially invented by humans to deal with the Green Dragon clan. Once being stabbed, any powerful dragon will inevitably lose the ability to fly. I believe it is very painful. Even the Green Dragon clan could not bear the torture of the Trap Dragon Thorn. Would you like to try it?” Darryl said slowly to make himself clear as he had a relaxed expression on his face.

She gasped. A massive dark blue tattoo between his shoulder blades caught her eye. A dragon. Its wings were spread wide, the clawed tips arching over his shoulder blades, and it seemed to move when he moved his muscles. It was not unlike the dragons stitched on the dressing gown she wore. He must have an obsession with dragons. It was a bit odd, but who was she to talk when it came to obsessions? She loved old stones, and not because they were old or because they were sparkly or valuable, but because they were something pure and amazing that the earth had created.

Arms crossed over his chest, golden eyes unreadable as he looked between Drake and I. I could feel Drake’s eyes on me, along with his friends. Giving in, I looked over at the two of them. Drake’s eyes weren’t the normal forest green that I was used to. Instead, they were coal-black and I could see the struggle on him that I had seen on the faces of my mates before. His eyes were glued to the claiming bites that littered my body. My boss was pissed. The dark-haired man beside him looked between the two of us before his hand shot out. Resting on Drake’s arm, seeming to remind him of what was going on.

“I am ready to fight! Do something!” She waits a few minutes as she also waiting for the cannibal eater's next attack. She closed her eyes, hoping for a miracle to happen. She can hear the monster growling but all she thinks right now is how to save herself or is this how she dies. The pearl creates glazing random white light lines from inside it as it is slowly expanding from small light that makes Hana and the cannibal fire eater glares at it. The light is gently fading as it was absorbed through Hana’s eyes and when it is done. Her eyes became pure white, shining beautifully, and when the light was gone, Hana’s eyes back to normal.

I say as I laugh. The black dragon lunges for me as the gold dragon stops him with a growl. I watch as the dragomans eyes change from a beautiful shade of blue to pitch black as I laugh. Loving the reaction that I got from him I decide to go ahead and continue as I step closer to the back wall.