Stříbrná Skalice Novels & Stories

He stared out with an empty stare. You think they’re scared enough? I took the cigarette from him and took a drag. Where’d you get these? Black Scales Apothecary. I frowned. How the hell did you manage that? Schmoozing. There’s not enough schmoozing in the world! Since when did you really make friends with the Black Scale Tribe? They were one of the most prickly dragon tribes, but their apothecary was the best in the supernatural and human world. They made just about everything including the best cigarettes and alcohol.

She felt cleaner than ever as she stepped out of the bathroom to be met with an empty room. Adriella had always been a morning person so it was nothing surprising or unusual. Unusual were the scales scattered over Adriella’s bed forming a trail that led to the door, the bright red of some scales contrasting the grey colouration of others. Moving closer Clara was fascinated as the scales caught the light, they gleamed brighter with golden specks shinning through. She picked up a red scale. Slippery and yet somehow translucent. They were barely noticeable, thin enough to be overlooked were it on its own but it wasn’t , the light reflected by one scale bounced off the other making it impossible

I crouched for a better look. They weren't pebbles. They were scales. Paper-thin, no larger than a fingernail, each one shimmering with deep crimson light. My pulse stumbled. "That shouldn't be possible." Kael glanced toward me. "You know what they are." "They're dragon scales." I reached down carefully and lifted one between my fingers. The instant I touched it, the scale dissolved into fine red dust. The breeze carried it away before I could study it further. Within seconds, nothing remained.

I tried to think of an explanation that would sound reasonable. Dresna blurted out, “Are you some kind of witch”? A witch was not the comparison I expected. “There’s something weird going on with you, Skye. You saved my life on the mountain, and now at the Drock...” “It was the Drax that got to those two,” I said, trying to sound convincing. “Seriously, Dresna, you know what that concoction did to you.” We reached Dresna’s home, and I stood for a moment contemplating whether to expand on my answer, but noting his questions had subsided, I decided to let any further response lapse.

But when her dragon body finally rose from the hidden balcony, she was still magnificent. Her scales were pale silver with traces of old pearl and faded gold along the spine, dulled by age but still carrying the memory of royal fire. Every scale caught the moonlight differently, some shining like frost, some like old coins, some like the last bright edge of a blade before battle. Her horns curved back from her skull like polished ivory, long and elegant, though one had a fracture near the base.

She immediately pulled the blanket away and was surprised to see something that only her target species have. Under Clyde's blanket was a piece of golden scale, glistening with exposure to the sunlight. The scale was as big as her palm and it rendered her speechless. She's never seen a dragon before and the only ones she crossed paths with didn't have the time to shift into their original form. And she wasn't a dimwitted girl to not catch up to this. His room is full of his extravagance and a dragon scale was found on his bed. What else could that mean?

The red scales unlike anything I had seen before, hints of gold looked as if they were painted fresh daily. As I turned my arm over, I could see where it looked as if two tail ends were touching. Resting in the middle was a circle, clearly it was made in the image of the moon. Plopping myself down on the couch to stop my pacing, I traced my tattoo gently with my fingertips. Tadeas had a matching tattoo also on his left wrist. They were simple, elegant, and powerful, I thought. It was hard to explain, having this on my wrist allowed me to feel as if he was always with me.

' Both Daisy and Keele were stunned when they heard it. Yellow Scale Grass was a rare herb in the Cryolet Continent. The leaves were golden in color and shaped like a fish scale. That was where it got its name. It normally grew by the side of the cliffs. Daisy and Keele had been studying for many years, yet they had only heard of it and had never seen it with their own eyes. Keele was the first one to regain his senses. He muttered, "Didn't he just pass out? Does he really need Yellow Scale Grass?"

Low, deliberate, and carrying the particular texture of amusement that immediately adds to my irritation. "A bit... exssstravagant, don't you think, Alpha?" I spin around. Scyla is leaning against the doorframe, her golden eyes glittering with a dark, dancing amusement. She flickers her tongue over her teeth, the sound a dry, reptilian hiss. “Scyla.” I snarl.

She pulled out a brush tipped with cinnabar and crushed jade. Caleb, predictably, ignored her. His instinct to protect surged like a tidal wave, his eyes flashing a brilliant, molten gold as he positioned his massive frame between Scarlett and the encroaching shadow. He let out a low, guttural growl—a sound so primal it seemed to vibrate through the very floorboards of the skyscraper.