Spyro Purple Dragons Novels & Stories

It was miraculous. A purple heavenly dragon with five claws lingered around Ding Hao's spine like a divine Dragon King. Its body was as thick as a giant cauldron, shining with a purple metal texture. Every scale was clear. The dragon's beard was swaying. It was exhaling purple flames, roaring and shaking the void. Ding Hao activated the energy of the Purple Emperor Jade in Stone to the fullest.

Purple. Such beautiful, cold purple eyes. "Sigh...." Why is he sighing? Who is he again? Why... is everything so dark..? Why is it so cold? Why... Why does it HURT? The dragon stared down at the young girl who was sobbing before him. Her pain was deep and he could feel it all. The regret and loss. The guilt and hate. He sighed after she finally stopped screaming and only lay on the ground, trembling. His purple eyes looked around carefully as he waited. Any beast that heard her cries had turned back after seeing who was near their target. The human before him was slowly coming out of her shock. After she was only breathing heavily from the exhaustion, he finally picked her up carefully and w

Dragons were ruthless, demon spawns of Satan that destroyed everything in their path, but oh were they some of the most gorgeous creatures on this planet! Tora, my mate, showed me some pictures that her sister had taken of her dragon before. I was in complete and utter awe of her. Her scales were the color of dusk, when the dark blues and purples mixed with the black. They had a metallic shine to them making them look like they had stars everywhere. Her eyes, oh goddess her eyes, they were the color of the most beautiful sunset. That perfect blend of dark yellow and orange.

Creature Name: Draco (Named by David Sanchez) Scientific Name: Grandis Serpentis Draco Classification: Soul-evolved Animal (Ultraspecies) Basic Description: An absurdly powerful reptile that has evolved the ability to crudely manipulate fire transformed from its soul’s natural psionic energy. Physical Appearance:

But I wouldn’t change it all the same. “Little bird, you’re mine.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to my temple. And I knew that he was right. I could feel it with everything in me. I belonged to the dragons. The End

He looked down and then back at her praying she knew how to start a fire. In there world each dragon fell under five categories. Fire dragons , mostly consisting of the color pink, red and orange, could breath fire. Earth dragons consisting of yellow, purple and brown, Where none fire breathers but could make the ground move however they needed it. Water dragons, mostly green and blue, they could breath water and also had healing properties. Air dragons, they consisted of grey and black they could blow strong wind currents with either there wings or breath. The last one was the most rarest of them all and that was the spirit dragon. They normally where pure white with silver tints. At night

The large wings, two pair of limbs with claws, the sharp nails helps the purple dragon to win over the battle. The entire body from the top of head to tail, the hairs were grown alike the arrows stuck to its body. The tail ended with a haired bunch. The purple dragon can harness the power of darkness of night and attack the intruders from range. Nora is famous for her shadow-effect attack and her hard scales were designed in such a way that she cannot easily pierce by swords, arrows, and other weaponry. She is one of her kind and the only female of the highest ranking in the list to join the Dev’s defence army.

The purple flames of the Flaming Phoenix made the sea of blood retreat again and again. The blood dragon roared. It was afraid of the Flaming Phoenix and hesitated for a moment. As it watched the Flaming Phoenix swooping down, it wanted to go back into the sea of blood. Whoosh! The phoenix raised its head, spewing terrifying purple flames from its mouth. The flames covered the sky and smashed toward the blood dragon. Boom! The blood dragon roared, and the purple flames shot through its house-sized head. The Flaming Phoenix came at it and tore it into pieces with its hook-like sharp claws. Flaming Phoenix eliminated the blood before it landed on the ground.

"Well, no. I have no idea what color dragons are. For some reason it just never occurred to me that they would be purple." Now his firm chin rises in a jaunty manner. "We are defined by the striking colors of our dragon scales. This identifies our family line even though only four mature male dragons remain. I'm the last of the purple dragons." His eyes go black again as his suffering reaches clear to my soul. Even my wolf whines softly. He's such a disturbed man with so much pain held tightly inside. I wish he would cry again so I could pull his head to my breast. He needs to let the pain escape.