Pokemon X Dragon Scale Novels & Stories

Thunder rumbled, but the sound was distorted, almost sentient. On a vast open field stood a creature of pure nightmare. Shadow Scale. The massive dragon towered above them, its body covered in black scales that absorbed light. Each scale shimmered like shifting shadows, alive and breathing. Its eyes glowed a deep, hellish red—radiant, intelligent, and hungry. Its wings stretched across the field like a living eclipse, blotting out what little light dared to exist in the Demon Realm. Shadow Scale snorted, releasing a cloud of red mist that corroded the grass instantly.

I have a dragon? A white dragon with pearly white scales. She looked like a creature carved from moonlight and frost. Her body gleams as though each scale were polished porcelain or mother-of-pearl, catching the light and scattering it in soft, shimmering hues. When she moved, the scales rippled like flowing silk, giving the impression that the she carried a piece of the moon on her skin. Her eyes are a piercing, crystalline blue - bright and cold as glacial ice - yet filled with an ancient intelligence that feels both mesmerizing and unnerving. The contrast of its pale, luminous body and those sharp, blue eyes makes it appear regal and otherworldly, as though it was born from winter storms

His bodies could absorb and accommodate a large amount of dragon power thanks to the help of its mana power. Draco's body floated out of the lake and floated on the surface of the lake. Draco filled his body with overflowing magical energy. Gradually he changed his form and transformed into a dragon, trying to reach the size of a full adult dragon. He had tried this simple exercise several times, and that day, he felt that his success was imminent. Draco's body enlarged and turned into a dragon with scales and black wings with streaks of silver, red, white, green, and sky blue. His wingspan was so large that his shadow could cover the entire city when he flew overhead. His teeth were as long

She stared at me in surprise but before I could question her, I felt a strong wind around us, coming from above. My eyes peeled away from the woman to stare at an incredibly large, strong, and powerful dragon writhing in pain in the sky. Its scales were black with hints of red and it beat its wings like it was fighting an invisible enemy. I watched in horror as he screeched, his body squirming and his voice echoing in the air. Kieran. Those were his colors. I knew that much.

The shield wavers, my control slipping as panic rises. A deafening roar splits the air, so powerful it shakes the bridge beneath my feet. The sound vibrates through my chest, primal and terrifying. Sorin's head snaps up, his concentration breaking as a massive form bursts through the canopy above us. Dragon. My mind supplies the word even as my eyes struggle to comprehend the reality. Scales like polished obsidian catch the sunlight, flashing with blue undertones as powerful wings send gusts of wind that whip my hair across my face. A dragon the size of a small house hovers above the bridge, its body sleek and powerful, built for speed and deadly precision. Pale green eyes—familiar in their

"Do you think you can get the power of the Dragon? Do you think you deserve that power? Why don't you ask yourself now and tell me?" Hana was even more discouraged by what she heard, "Y-Yeah, maybe I don't deserve it, but I know I can handle it." "So, you think it's a task to handle the power of the Dragon? You're wrong, see, you don't really deserve this power. The power of the Dragon will be part of you, but sad to say, you just can't get it because I won't let you get it. " Hana woke up very sweaty and her heart was beating very fast. She immediately gently covered her eyes when the sunlight hit her directly. When she was able to adjust, she looked to her side and saw her mother sound asl

“Is that a fucking dragon?” It was black, a darker shadow against the night sky, but the moonlight glittered over its scales, and its eyes and throat glowed gold and red with fire. The driver swerved as the dragon plunged suddenly downwards, and the car pulled to a sudden stop. As the dragon regained height in the sky overhead, Lyric grabbed the gun out of the man’s shocked hands, and slammed the hilt into his face, causing him to cry out in pain. She flicked the safety and shot the driver through the head, spraying blood out over the windows.

But his hand remained close to mine. The dragon-man moved slower this time, letting everyone see what he was doing. His fingers slipped beneath a strip of dark scaled cloth at his waist and pulled out something wrapped in black leather. It was small, no bigger than my palm, but the moment it entered the open air, something in my chest answered. Not loudly. Not like Seraphina when she stirred. Not like my wolf. Something older. Something in my blood. The dragon-man unwrapped the leather carefully. Inside lay a scale. At least, I thought it was a scale at first. Then I realised it was more than that. It was shaped like a large dragon scale, curved and smooth along one edge, sharp along the oth

He didn't even fully shift. The ancient dragon simply raised his right arm. As the flaming broadsword connected, Aurelius's pale skin instantly rippled, hardening into overlapping, obsidian-black scales laced with molten magma. CLANG! The sound of Killian’s solar fire colliding with the dragon’s primordial scales was like a nuclear warhead detonating inside a cathedral. A shockwave of pure, devastating heat blasted outward in a perfect circle. The lush palm trees lining the private beach were instantly incinerated into fine white ash. But it was the ground beneath them that truly suffered.

This bright light remained pulsing until a body appeared, followed by a roar. Axel’s dragon finally showed itself to me, and it was as magnificent and as fearsome as I remembered it. Under my marine-trained eye, it was obvious how sizeable he was compared to the others, and he had the most eye-catching scales—a golden color; however, I could just be biased because he was my mate. Each dragon has its own uniqueness, and this uniqueness could never be compared to the others. It spread its wings and roared. The dragons and the people behind me roared and shouted, respectively. Then Axel flew down, lowering his head slowly so that I could touch its snout.