White And Gold Dragon Novels & Stories

Brie said, trying not to laugh herself. Another sharp crack echoed from the egg, silencing the room. Fifteen minutes later, the shell split apart completely, and a hatchling wriggled free a dark blue dragon with a crimson belly. The little creature flapped its wings as if eager to take flight. No one was surprised to see it was male. Through the mind-link, Trace told Mikan they would need to discuss the southern throne later. Mikan silently agreed.

Her arms wrapped around herself as she tried to hold herself together. “Don’t hold back, Maze. Let it happen, let your dragon guide you!” I called out to her, seeing her visibly struggling. She grits her teeth while trying to relax her body, trusting my words. Orange smoke swirls around her… making my eyes widen in shock. I’ve never seen an orange dragon before… I bet she’ll be beautiful. Before I know if she’s standing in front of me in her orange dragon’s form. She has bright golden eyes, and sharp wings like her father.

- He replied slowly, and Callista grabbed his hand. - Tell me now!- She squeezed it. Kylan glanced at her. - It was nothing special, not compared to the Dragon King. It was some average-sized dragon. The witch looked at him again. - Anything else? What color was it? Kylan stayed quiet for a while. - It was a white, plain white dragon. Callista watched him with her lips parted. - Come again?

Little Water Dragon was so touched and happy when he saw his scales gradually turning gold. You know, this is a color that only purebred dragons have. In their race, once it comes to gold, even if it's a real dragon, it has the karma of the heavens, passing by will take a second look, not to mention those shrimp soldiers and crab generals, they will treat it like a king!

Or was it? She blinked. The once-hazy memory flickered into clarity, and she now remembered white streaks and patches covering more than half the titan’s scaly body from head to wings to tail. The discolorations had not lessened the majesty of the Dragon King—if that was what he was—but they had certainly dulled his luster. On the other hand, as she looked on now and peered left to right as far as she could while leaning back to fit more of the dragon in her vision, she could see no break in the pure golden sheen of his scales, not a single fluctuation of color that wasn’t just a more beautiful shade of metallic yellow than the last.

I rose to my feet and staggered down the tunnel to the mouth of the cavern, feeling the wind raised by the dragon’s wings blow back my skirts and braid, whipping the stray hairs that had worked their way free against my face, and setting the pearls around my neck swaying. The dragon wheeled on a wing tip, and roared again, blowing out a shock of fire. He was breathtakingly beautiful, his scales grading from white across his stomach, green gold, to the rich gold of the treasure pile behind me. The spikes that ranged along his back held threads of orange through them. Like the sculptures of lions in the castle, his head was square jawed and regal, and his legs muscled, and claw tipped. His win

His fists were now releasing flames that were ready to be fired at any time. "Well, exactly my point. You're looking at him now," answered Albus. "What do you mean? Am I looking at what?" asked Vulcan, confused. "You are looking at the living dragon in front of you," replied Albus with an arrogant smile. "Huh? Are you crazy?" snorted Vulcan with rage. "I'm very sane. I will introduce myself once again. My name is Albus White, The White Dragon,” said Albus as he spread his beautiful and elegant white wings on his back. In an instant, snowflakes flew in the room as Albus spread his wings.

A sign of bloodlust. "We must find the White dragon before them. Without their champion, they are weak. And when they are weak, they will stand no chance in destroying us," The halls erupted in a roar of applause. Alphas nodding in agreement, some raising their glasses in the air as if in celebration. "The White Dragon is part-wolf. He could only shift during the night and summon the dragon during day. Search every pack for anyone with white hair." My brows furrowed. Ava has white hair. In fact, the only one in Werewolf Academy. And I know of others who just wanted to dye their hair white, but Ava's is natural.

“So you’re a dragon, too.” “I am.” She bit her lip, wanting to ask more about that but deciding against it. She wondered how he looked as a dragon. Was he like the big golden one she’d seen? Vikter was clearly a golden dragon, from what they’d said about eye color. Razzy’s eyes were purple. His were gold, and Drayken’s were red. It still weirded her out to think of his red eyes. It was so strange. She nodded and glanced up too.

Magic was its birth right as it was whispered magic itself came from the scale of one of these glorious beings. It had immense power but none of it were as beautiful and majestic as the creature themselves and it's large Golden Wings embedded with solid gold. There weren't any pure golden dragons left, only us half breeds, we were strong yes, but not strong enough, plus our golden side never showed physically only emotionally.But now with a pure golden dragon on our side, we would soon be unstoppable. As the hydras stood before me there gaze wondered to the baby, an recognizable emotion in their eyes that resembled tears.