Lamia Scale Novels & Stories

Especially with what happened the day of their eighth birthday and Lamias matching birthmark. We had been in the palace gardens celebrating their birthday. There were tons of pups bouncing around, playing, eating, and having a good time. Kellen and Lamia had wandered to the far end of the garden, in their own world as they usually were, when suddenly a rogue came running straight out from the bushes and making a beeline towards the prince. Faster than any wolf could have reacted and made it to them, my little Lamia had pushed the prince out of the way and behind her, she stood her ground letting out a growl that moved trees! The rogue had hesitated and turned his attention to Lamia. I could

The lamia’s expression became serious, and she instructed, “I’ll show you the unique technique. You must try to remember as much as possible. Watch and listen carefully. Feel with your heart and don’t be neglectful.” She spoke seriously, and Luna responded, “Yes, Master.” The lamia nodded. Then, she began demonstrating the unique technique of the Lamiai clan. It was sometimes ghostly like a monster, sometimes furious like thunder, sometimes vast enough to cover the sky, and sometimes more continuous than the spring rain in March... Luna watched with fascination, deeply immersed and unable to extricate herself. “Done...” After an unknown amount of time, the lamia stopped, looking exhausted.

He needs to know more about Rena as he found out that the information and lore that the system had given him were all outdated. "Compared to Lord Rena, I am just nothing. I am simply cannon fodder in her eyes. For lamias, there are two main combat types. Most lamias have the strength of an ox and could wield heavy weapons with their physical strength. Only a handful of lamias have the magic affinity in casting powerful spells with their mana pool. The difference can be easily seen in appearance between the two types. Lord Rena is the number one genius of our clan. The only reason we are not wiped off from the continent is because of Lord Rena's protection." Rin said proudly of her admiration

She turns my face slightly toward the lamp. “The question to ask is ‘by what?’ and the answer is a demon.” She gasps. “A demon?” “Let me guess, sickly grey scales, nearly seven feet tall, massive, serpentine tail, golden eyes with vertical irises.” Kaeden chips in. I blink, taken aback. “Yes. How did you know? He turns to Myra. “A Lamashtu.” “Is that what Scyla is? A Lamashtu?”

It was telling me the right direction to look in. I heard something rattle as I followed a chain outwards and towards a beautiful siren. My heart skipped a beat at her beaty and fear rushed over me. My cheek hit the ground as I took her in. I could never be her. I could never compare to her. Her posture- perfect. She sat in front of me with legs crossed. Her stiletoe hills dug into my chains like a stake. Something told me, I could try for a thousand years and still never make her budge. I didn't get to see her before... She was hiding under a cloak. But I knew this was her, Lamia. She was in a black cocktail dress. Power and wisdom oozed off her stature. She was a statue watching me. It was

I admitted. Lamia scooted sideways and propped her legs up over mine. The shorts she was wearing rode up and I could see the deep scars from her first fight with a rogue bear. It seemed like that was the beginning of everything. “I have a scar like that too.” And lifted up the leg of my shorts to show her the marred skin where the Lion had left his claw marks on me that last day in the arena.

There were growls and gasps. “We will not let that happen,” Alpha Graham promised. “Who are these creatures that think they can threaten a luna?” Alpha Noa asked. “They are dragons, that is my other nature,” Rayvin told them and the meeting went quiet. “Dragon? As in a giant lizard?” Luna Alice asked, sounding like she didn’t believe it. Rayvin laughed, and the sound made Mikael relax. “Not quite, I can’t change into a lizard, but I can grow scales,” Rayvin said and showed her hand and arm where her beautiful golden scales came forward and then vanished.

She looked up into his eye, one last time, in a attempt to correctly answer his question so he would let her go. There was a distinct spiral in the iris, around which was wrapped a serpent like something. But it had, scales, and limbs and eyes that burnt like flames. It definitely looked like the shapes Liana had noticed in Damian's starry eyes as he gazed innocently at her for hours. She hadn't paid it much attention, thinking it might have just been a birth mark but now that Draco mentioned it, it didn't after all seem very random.

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

Lyra Lyra sprawled on the ground, her hands scrambling against the damp earth. A sleek wild cat, the size of a german shepard, circled her. Its eyes glowed, an eerie mix of gold and green. The creature's fur blended seamlessly with local vegetation, a muted, tawny color that made it hard to see until it had been nearly on top of her. It shimmered unnaturally in the rain, shifting in ways that weren’t natural, jerking in and out of sync with reality. Scarlike markings marred its muscles, tracing pulsating, runic patterns through its fur.