Novel & Cerita White And Gold Dragon

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

Focusing his gaze, he saw the source of the gold: a twenty-meter-long golden dragon. The majestic golden dragon was coiled up, surrounded by corporeal Blood Specters. Even a level-nine powerhouse entering this place would be in grave danger in such a situation. Disturbing these Blood Specters would likely lead one to be torn into shreds within seconds.

I shut my eyes again and the creatures repeat. "Ghërla." When I open them the light's colour's changed to gold. And another dragon is already standing in the hallway. An even larger and more ferocious one than the previous one. Is this .. really...a dragon? They exist? I didn't know they come in different colours. I glance at the creatures, and they are also observing this wonder erupt, through the globe. Even without saying anything, I can tell how excited they all are. What's so special about this anyway? I really can't tell...

Harper asked angrily. "see it properly ..it has three tails ...and a dragon scale and its mustache on its face .." "so?" "look at this," he said and showed a book there is a garina original pic inside it Garina ..is a powerful dragon in history which is white in color... and having bright red blood eyes ..have three tails that have the color of fire. And its white dragon scales are poisonous even to touch ... Only the person who can summon it can order it around and that person is immune to its poison.

She looked nothing like a boy. The man that stood before her was a massive mountain of a male with bronze skin and inky black hair that fell to his shoulders in waves, framing his handsome face. His jawline could cut glass. Set beneath dark slashes of eyebrows were a pair of molten liquid eyes of gold. They were unlike anything she had ever seen before. With a little effort she tore her eyes from the male to the dragon circling the village. The dragon had appeared from the sky, diving at top speed before flying upwards sending people scattering for safety. She could tell he was male by his coloring and shape, that much she knew about dragons.

The dragon seemed to be satisfied because he closed his eyes and relaxed to his touch. “Can't he talk like other creatures?” he asked, admiring his white-blue body with a light blue underbelly, giving him the appearance and texture of a cloud. He has sky-blue eyes, along with a strip of light blue on his forehead. He has two golden horns were on the back of his head and a pair of large feathery wings that curl up at the tip. “He does not talk but he understands everything we say.” the king answered. “I see.” Jimmy nodded, then his gaze landed on a collar around his neck. It had a beautiful Ruby in the middle. “It's very nice,” he mumbled, gently touching the stone.

The monstrous dragon had curled itself into the dunes, its massive head—larger than the entire Mariswyn estate—resting upon the golden sands as it watched her with an eye the color of a frozen moon. Before Rhyzar could shift back into his usual form, Caelia made a sudden decision. She slid off his back, pushing herself forward in an awkward jump, barely clearing his shoulder before landing ungracefully in the soft, sinking sand. He made no move to stop her as she strode forward, each step firming beneath her feet, solidifying the shifting grains with their shared power. The white dragon’s immense silver eye blinked slowly, the wind from its exhale sweeping over her shield like a rolling stor

Aurelion. The golden dragon was enormous. Majestic did not begin to hold him. His body curved through the light like a living crown, scales brilliant gold but edged with a faint phantom outline that shimmered silver-white at the edges. He was not fully physical in this place, yet every part of him felt more real than stone. His wings were vast, folded partly around the empty space, each membrane glowing with hidden fire. Horns swept back from his head like blades forged from sunlight. His claws rested against nothing and still seemed capable of breaking mountains.

Not only was Drake Wyrmthorn born under the bloodline of the True Dragon Clan, he was also from the extremely rare Golden Dragon Bloodline under the True Dragon Clan. In general, True Dragon used a variety of colors to represent the differences in their bloodlines, gold was at the highest ranking. The usual True Dragon Clans such as black dragons and white dragons, although they could cultivate to achieve Monsteriod King level, it would be almost impossible for them to ascend to immortality. Drake Wyrmthorn was different. The Golden Dragon Bloodline that he belonged to, was borned honorable leader. It was certain that he would achieve Monsteriod King level in the future. Even to be a celesti

A type that isn't featured here because the author hadn't encountered them. Sun dragons do not have black webbed wings. They don't have black horns or nails. According to the description on this page, they are creatures of pure light. "Their horns are always pure gold," I read under my breath. I drop the book. Black is the color of drakes with bits of shadow, of the first father, the lord of shadows himself. I know because I carry a bit of that trait myself, but unlike a true universal dragon, I am a true fire dragon with only a touch of celestial power.