Red Eyes Blue Dragon Novels & Stories

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?"

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

With tremendously intense nervousness and curiosity, Leila whirled around. She was met by a pair of monstrous dragon eyes shaped like narrow triangles pointing sharply downwards. Crystal blue veins radiated from the center to the outer edge of the irises. Blue liquid wobbled inside them like lakes. Its dark vertical pupils were shrieking while the world around them dimmed, as if they were black holes sucking all the light in. Leila felt her whole being gravitating towards the wondrous eyes, as the dragon penetratingly stared into Leila’s very soul, like drowning in the water, with an immense suffocation.

However, it wasn’t the same as to what I'm seeing now. There was a boy. I can’t recognize his face because of the weird blurry effect of the dream. The only thing I saw clearly were his eyes. His emerald-colored eyes are still engraved in my mind. Even though it’s already been a year since I last dreamt of it, I still can’t forget his eyes. The scenes may be different to what I'm seeing now, but they were both peculiar and still not on earth.

talking to my dragon Eruvia matching with my heart-shaped eyes (Eruvia Growls) The blue baby dragon tries to fly headed towards at me "(Awed) aren't you advanced baby blue? Hahaha'' I amazed by him proud grandma here hahaha, -DINING ROOM- (day time) " good morning father and mother" I greeted and sat down "good morning dear" mother greeted me back "good morning my child" my father also greeted me "How's Eruvia Dear? I heard the eggs hatched last night" my mother asked "Eruvia is fine now mother she's happy with her three baby dragons, one red and two blue baby dragons" I replied and take a bite of chicken's meat "that's good to hear isn't it honey?" My Father

She refilled her glass and fell asleep on the chair. She is running…. Running for someone's life. Andy is hurt and bleeding. She can see him lying on the floor but she can’t reach him no matter how much she tries to run towards him. Finally she reaches him but by that time Andy has breathed his last. His eyes are open but she knows he can’t see her. His face starts distorting and soon morphs into her brother’s. This time there is dying light in the eyes. The bloodied face opens his mouth and dada says, “Why love Anya?” Blood poured out of Palash’s mouth as he gurgled and coughed… Noooo! Dada… Nooo!

“How did I not know that?” “I don’t know. It was probably in the stuffy, boring section of my mind and you overlooked it,” I say, grinning at my mate as I watch her eyes go wide. “Oh, Yhen, it’s beautiful,” she says softly. It’s a long-sleeved, airy dress in the style of current elvish fashion. Rather than going with a ruby red color of her scales, I went with cobalt blue to match her eyes. But to honor her dragon coloring, the sides have an onyx stripe and the belted waist was made to look like dragon scales.

And there they were, our five little dragons, breaking free of their shells with tiny claws and tiny wings and tiny, furious roars that echoed off the stone walls. It was the most terrifyingly beautiful thing I had ever seen. Each of them was perfect in their own way. Ryn, with his shimmering blue scales and mischievous golden eyes. Tetris, who had Lorien’s fiery red coloring and a curious streak a mile wide. Duncan, solid and steady, with dark bronze scales and a quiet strength that reminded me of his father. Eina, delicate and graceful, with silver wings that sparkled like moonlight. And Violet, my little wildflower, with deep violet scales and a fierce, stubborn spirit that let you know r

That color. That brilliant, cosmic blue was still swirling faintly in her pupils before fading back to her natural shade of green. My gut twisted. I had seen the terrified faces of Bilan and Wollan, had seen the bodies of the men who had lost their lives while serving the kingdom. Based on all reports, those Direwolves had those exact same glowing, cosmic blue eyes. And then came the sound. The violent tremor that had just rocked the earth was followed instantly by that ancient, primordial howl ripping through the peaks.

I snorted. "I know what I look like. You are not it." It rumbled again. "You tell fine jokes, child. Without me, you are nothing. Look closely. Tell me what you see. Who you see." I peered up at its bright eyes. It blinked and its slitted gold turned blue, like its scales... I paused. Those eyes... The time I'd invaded Dameon's thoughts, I had seen me with them but I had disregarded it, knowing I didn't have blue eyes. Looking closer at its hairy scales made me want to touch my hair. They were the same color.