Lamia Scale Novels & Stories

Then they complete the mating and marking in both forms. However, the scale will only recognise the dragon’s mate and if the mate is hurt, the scale releases an energy to heal the other. The dragon can give the scale to their mate if the mate is dying, but once given, it can’t be removed without killing them both. So the Lycan who took the scale would have found it useless to use on her fated mate. Selfish bitch. I have found nothing about phoenix’s in the library though, and it’s frustrating. Closing the book I’m reading, it is another dead end. I lean my head back and roll my neck as it crunches before rolling my shoulders. Standing, I stretch as a yawn escapes my mouth.

With Jenna’s gaze at the beast, she explained further. The creature looked like a dark, scaly half-snake half-woman; it has scaly arms and red, fiery eyes. The Lamia Aegeus has been ascribed serpentine qualities. In ancient legend, Lamia Aegeus was a woman of fantastic beauty until a god cursed her. Her once-glamorous visage was twisted to horrific ugliness to fit her newfound craving for children's blood, but she more or less kept a human form. She was, however, renowned for wearing a skirt of snakeskin that covered her legs. It has a foul odour coming from its mouth, and it has been pointed out that its blood could alter such power to cloak and disguise someone's true visage. Once its bloo

He looked at her and saw that she too was nervous, too intimidated to catch the surprise in his tone. "The Fae said that the Lamia Aegeus was a creature that was once a child-eating monster that in later centuries was regarded as a type of night-haunting demon." The creatures look like a dark scaly half-snake, half-woman. They have scaly arms and red fiery eyes. The Lamia Aegeus has been ascribed serpentine qualities. In ancient legend, Lamia Aegeus was a woman of fantastic beauty until a god cursed her. Her once-glamorous visage was twisted into horrific ugliness to fit her newfound craving for children's blood, but she more or less kept a human form. She was, however, renowned for wearing

Inanna, Ascena, and now Lamia the reincarnation of Inanna, the mortal goddess. Quickly I shift back, wanting to say something when Lamia speaks first, her nose lifting to scent the air, her head tilting as she listens. Licking her fingers and bending down, she rubs them over the rock beneath her feet, then pops them into her mouth tasting her fingers. “Salt,” She says surprised, then points her sword to the crest of the valley, “Do you smell it, Kellen?” She asks.

He questions out loud to Lamia. “My beast, our bond is very real and so is our love.” Lamia stands to cup her mate's face, her emerald green eyes peering up at him and the look of love she holds for him is uncontested. “I know what you are thinking. Don’t Mat, don’t even go there. We have our home, our children, our families.”

“Deron of the house?” “Deron of the house in your heart…” “That’s a new one…” she smiled, taking the rose from where she had placed it in her hair and twisting it in her fingers. “Say, Lyxia, your name is quite…” “Quite unique? Yes, Lyxia means a snake with beautiful green scales, I’m sure you know why I was given the name.” “Your beautiful green eyes.” I looked into her eyes again, warm memories of myself entangled with her on my bed replaying in my mind.

their current Lamia, Bronx, asked. “First off, we need to all learn how to fight Demacores. They’re a brutal species. They have a hidden set of razor-sharp teeth that can descend with the bite force equal to a Nile Crocodile. They have two forms. About as tall as Cai,” Aunt Ziyah said, having Caiathus stand up. “They have wings that can be used as weapons but are flightless. Not sure what Loki was smoking when he thought up that design. The second form doesn’t have wings but does have enhanced muscles. Their neck is elongated with scales covering it, but its underbelly is a soft spot. They prefer the first form because it moves a lot quicker.”

Claws scraped metal. My gut twisted. "What the hell is that?" Lila leaned closer to her camera, voice smooth and proud. "Your contribution, Avery. I extracted samples during our last encounter. Mixed them with dragon scales recovered from the old border ruins. The result? A perfect hybrid. Stronger than your wolf form. Armored. Loyal only to me." Damien pressed against the bars, staring hard. "Dragon scales? You're insane. That thing's unstable. Look at it twitching. You can't control a mess like that."

I smile at her. “But I do!” She replies, her hand lifting and caressing the scar. I feel the familiar tingles and warmth of her touch as her fingers linger, Conri comes to the surface, enjoying our connection. I see Inanna reflected in Lamia's eyes looking at us apologetically. I reach up and stroke the short black hair of Lamias. You would think after two thousand years I would be used to seeing her this way. I wasn’t, I don’t think I ever would be.

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.