The Eyes Of The Dragon Princess Romane & Geschichten

Ruby eyes blinked in the morning mist, eyes that looked vaguely familiar to her. “Oh my god, oh my god,” her breathing was becoming erratic, her heart beating like a rabbit, as she watched the incredible vision unfold before her. “Madchen, it’s ok,” Drago had a death grip on her arm, trying to calm her, but who could be calm at a time like this??

I do have to say – she is beyond stunning. I didn’t get to see what the men looked like in their dragon forms considering we took off before they did, but Athena’s dragon is absolutely beautiful. Magnificent. She has bright ruby eyes, and she is pitch black from head to toe. She blends into the dark of night beautifully.

The young dragon princess decided to throw a little ball for her harem to spend the time. It was a game she used to enjoy when she was back at Dragons. She and her young maids dressed into different characters, and murmured sweet nothing to each other while dancing. Tonight, she picked out a long crimson dress that resembled the only female dragon King in Dragon history, the Fire Dragon. And she was sitting in her big luxurious armchair, watching, enjoying all those beautiful dances of her 12 gorgeous dragon maids. It was after 11 o’clock, when the thunder was blasting, the rain was crying and the wind was howling, the door of the mansion was pushed open.

Allissa When I saw it, I couldn’t believe my eyes. Descending majestically before me was an enormous dragon, its sheer size casting an imposing shadow across the ground. Its scales shimmered like polished obsidian, reflecting the moonlight with an otherworldly gleam. Two vast black wings unfurled from its back, each powerful beat creating a gale that rustled the nearby trees and sent dust swirling into the air. It landed with a thunderous impact between me and my pursuers, the ground trembling beneath its weight. Flames danced and snaked along the earth as it unleashed a deafening roar, the sound reverberating through the air and sending my would-be captors fleeing in terror. As their figure

The one with topaz scales was named Ortinbras, the one with silver scales was named Neceron, while the last one with pristine white scales was named Celtore. They were all women. When Ellaine asked about it Finrod said, “Contrary to chauvinistic views, no dragon is male. All of them are female.” They were grouped to each dragon. Ellaine and Yntreia went with Neceron. She eyed them both quietly and after sometime said, “I am glad to make acquaintance of the pixie Princess and a woman of great importance.” They exchanged courtesy but Ellaine was left brooding. Neceron’s remark about her being ‘of great importance’ added to the anxiety she felt with Yntreia’s prophecy.

He looked into its eyes and they held the promise of a lot of things the dragon had seen in his lifetime. Their eyes locked for a while, and the dragon's irises changed from the usually dark-coloured eyes to a fiery golden brown. Dragomir could recognize that look anywhere, he was one too familiar with it, so when the dragon lowered its head till it's large head was inches away from his face. He knew what was next and so he had to act fast. ‘What’s your name?', he questioned in his head. The dragon stopped briefly but then went on to open its large jaws revealing long sharp teeth.

Freja seemed to notice and leaned on one foot, suspicion in her eyes. “I’m more than a noble, Freja. I’m...a King. The King of-” “Dragons.” She finished, her eyes widening. Slowly she started to pace, her fists clenching and unclenching. Cressa watched as Freja connected the dots. She had seen Zarek in dragon form, his claws; his eye color even. Her eyes flickered between Zarek and Cressa as she paced. Anger swept the confusion from her face rapidly. Another emotion soon followed, her eyes filling with tears.

Asrar made sure the boy was safe before he got into an all out fight with the new dragon. They tousled around for a few minutes before Asrar got the upper hand and bit down on the intruders wing. He tossed him a small distance away as he stood his ground. He didn’t have time for this. He had to find Desiree. His head turned to the women who now had two boys around her. He was floored, she was so identical to Rosalie it wasn’t funny. The only difference is she had intense blue eyes. ‘If your fight is with me then take my life but leave my families alone.’ The dragon growled trying to get a good position to attack. Asrar froze at the voice, he had known it from somewhere. When his eyes fell on

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

Her stare at him was so intense without any blinks a second as she gritted her teeth. Their eyes were locked and both of them were standing with each of hands clenched. King Dragon smirked bit that it appeared to sneer in cynical expression. “You want to see my power right to your eyes, huh…?” He tried to grab the wrist of the woman with appearance like a noble woman. “Don’t you dare touching me, a princess of this kingdom!” Celestine snapped with flying off the handle to the hand of King Dragon from touching her. King Dragon laughed. “Don’t touch me???” He paused, created a haze of silence within them. His gaze was eating piece by piece of the woman from top to down.