Lamia Scale Fairy Tail Novels & Stories

Strong yet sad. The image of Lamia is painted front and center. Except she has pure black hair, not streaked like it is. Next to her stands the biggest silver wolf I have ever seen, with bright blue eyes. On her other side is a bear, large and imposing, dominating. Lamia holds a pair of swords in her hands and her feet lay a child. Shifters from all races make up the background. Most notable are the three wolves behind Lamia, the bear, and the silver wolf. I recognize Duke, the other two I’m not sure of. Each person or animal in the mural is looking at a tree, painted black. The beginning of another piece. This must be what she wants the paint for.

She felt free. Jenna and Nadia walked over and watched her. She pranced over to them and snorted. Jenna smiled and Nadia reached for her back. Liala let her touch her scales, “Wow, Liala, you are beautiful.” Said Nadia. Jenna sighed as she saw the scars on her back. She had been through so many years of torture that she didn’t deserve. Liala walked a little further away and shifted back to human form. She grabbed her clothes and walked to Nadia and Jenna.

Her voice sounds like it’s been run through gravel. Bella sits up, blinking, and then the urgency hits her. “Liam,” she says, half plea, half curse. She stumbles, ignores the dizziness, and lurches to the crater’s edge. They all look down. The spiral is still there, burning with faint, wounded light. In the center of the spiral, a shape is stirring—a mass of black and gold scales, battered and smaller than before, but unmistakably alive. Zayla’s breath catches. “He’s not dead.”

My fingers under my chin as I stare at her. "You don’t always have to be this mean you know. I know that Amora is your mate and she isn’t treating you right. If you want me to help you, then you should treat me nicely as well and perhaps we can become best friends, who knows?" She said with a corny smile appearing on her face. She was trying really hard. She was going to get exactly what she was asking for. " OK. Can you remember anything from your past? Like your parents name, if you had any childhood friends and most importantly the pack you come from?"

Now suddenly in front of her was someone, or rather something, with compassion. Confused and puzzled, Liana didn't bother to respond to his gesture. Instead, she picked Damian up in her arms once more and started running as far away from the creature as she could. This time around, he didn't seem to move. She wasn't being chased. Liana looked around. He was standing still in the position she had left him in, his sight fixated on her. Liana slowed her pace, but she kept running while looking back. The creature standing before her was gradually morphing. The white hairs became shorter. His eyes were already changing colours.They were now a shade of green. His scales and steel had already trans

She’s never been afraid to get her hands wet and do what is needed to protect her people. As I force my tsunami to completely subside I turn my attention to my mother and watch in awe as she pushes back the second tsunami with such grace and effortlessness that I hope to have one day. While I maintain I have the best tail, my mother’s is definitely jaw-dropping. Her tail is 6 feet long with scales of the most stunning pearlescent ivory white I have ever seen, with just one singular scale of shimmering royal blue on the side of where her thigh would be. The end of her tail curtains out into a stunning 7-foot-long fin floating in the water like ivory chiffon, bringing her full tail length to

"A pleasure to meet you, Miss Belladonna. My name is Rosellia Laurel, you may call me Rose or Lia. I'm in my third year. I am one of the Pillars and is known as Jade Mantis." She reached her hand out to me, her wings the same color as her eyes fluttered for a bit as she moved forward. I quickly but gently held her hand and shook it. "Pleasure is all mine, Lia. You may just drop the honorifics, too, and feel free to call me Cyan." I returned her grin, glad that she was unlike the previous guy. "Ah, then looking forward to getting along with you, Cyan." "Likewise." We pulled our hands back, yet kept the smiles on our lips.

“Is Miasma even your name?” Miasma nodded. “And I have always loved chariko. I love that it makes people a little kinder to each other. And I never asked to be a Magos. Same as you …” she held up her hand as Ilyria started to interrupt, “Same as you, Ilyria. My element is earth though. Yours is metal.” “What?” Ilyria stood dumbly, in her head, pieces clicked into place and a strange sort of sense emerged.

Theodore slowly stood up. “ This is the way of the world Layla…” Theodore held his wrist with his other hand, and walked towards me. He did not seem scared, but he walked to me Slowly. The anger in me was still raging, but sorrow slowly followed. I looked past Theodore and Jamira. The children were awake. They looked frightened of me, I did not understand why they were scared, in clinging to each other. I looked down at my hands, watching the flames dance across. My nails had grown sharp. There was a puddle of water beneath my feet. My reflection took me off guard. I was in my demon form, my eyes black, my tail sharp, and my wings wide. There were blood streams down my face. I did not rec

It didn’t take her long to reach the top, and I was just closing my gaping mouth when she looked down at me, assuring, “Don’t worry. He’ll be here.” Once I got over the surprise of her action, I ranged my hearing out for Logan, feeling relief flood through my system as the telltale sounds of him slogging through the house and then outside supported my mate’s declaration. He appeared a minute later, scowling, but he followed my lead without any prompting as I copied my mate’s actions from before with Logan on my heels as I strode up to the dragon. When I got closer, I noticed the textured pattern of Rias’s scales. They created grooves big enough for a human to grip, which I realized made it e