Novel & Cerita White And Gold Dragon

The bare-branched trees won’t serve as a proper cover for anything and then I look up in the sky… My breath hitches when I see the white dragon, An arctic dragon, ethereal and lithe as it flies not too high up. Its shadow covers me momentarily. I stand there mesmerised as I watch it fly for some time with a strangely thudding heart. The afternoon rays of the sun reflect on its snowy white form, making the greyish-white wings look veiny and almost translucent and making it look more majestic. An arctic dragon is as rare as a basilisk. I feel my heart lodge in my throat when the beast slightly tilts its head, its beady black eyes meet mine. Its gaze narrows slightly before it veers and begins

Evan cleared his throat, and felt his cheeks turned light pink before he answered. "Her name is Mayari Alverno and she's not my girlfriend." Evan corrected while keeping his composure. When everything has been settled, they continued their way to the Myrim Palace where the Spring of Remedy is kept. The carriage was being drawn by a different dragon, it kinda similar to Enchantia but there are also differences The dragon is a large wingless lizard with silver white skin and webbed feet, it also have gills in its neck and their ears are similar to mermen's, fins.

Her human form dissolved in a supernova of golden light, her body expanding, elongating, transforming into something that defied conventional physics. Wings of crystallised sunlight unfurled from her back, spanning wider than the museum's entire roof. Her scales shifted across the entire spectrum of light as per her father’s bloodline. Her dragon’s body was still mainly gold. Still, now with visible changes, the spikes down her back embodied the elements of her mates, showing to the world that she wasn’t just a mated High Dragon but one with all seven elements to mark the truth, that humans had tried to kill out all those years ago from her mother’s bloodline.

Opening the door, I peek out and see the black haired beauty staring back at me. “Hello,” I said, looking down at my bare feet. Not willing to look up, I get distracted when a glowing light comes from my rib cage. Getting this tickling feeling, I lift my shirt and take a look. Blue dragons with ice spitting from their mouths are shaped into a yin and yang sign. The glowing gets brighter, so I shield my eyes before looking down once more. My blue dragons turned into one blue and one red dragon, seeming to battle each other. Shock and disbelief come from the man in front of me. I hear a groan sound from behind him and look around his shoulder to see the same stranger I thought I had dreamed ab

My friend, my companion, my dragon. It’s the last thought I have as my body slams into the earth, and everything goes dark. White Dragon POV He's after us again, the white dragon that is so much more beautiful than I am. This time instead of a group of dragons, he has one that I can smell is much older. That makes him dangerous.

What if she doesn’t want to be Queen or them Kings? Draco was a formidable thirty-nine-foot silver dragon. Silver denoted Mystics. Their eyes were the color of gemstones. The color represented the primary element that they drew their power from. Draco’s eyes were an electric blue because he drew his power from water. One might think that fire would be the most powerful element, but it was not. Water was because there were water molecules in the air that could be used as an extensive power source. Also, when there was no other way to fight, the water could be harnessed.

The sheer scale of the creature resting casually in the center of the white stone square justified their terror. It was a dragon. It was massive, majestic, and completely covered in interlocking silver scales that shimmered like polished starlight beneath the midnight moon. Its colossal wings were folded neatly against its muscular body, and its eyes glowed with a deep, ancient gold—radiating a profound, patient wisdom that seemed completely unbothered by the hundreds of weapons pointed at its heart. But it was the individual sitting comfortably on top of the dragon's snout that made everyone stop and stare in disbelief.

The end of the world smelled of sulfur and crushed violets. Princess Saoirse, the last true blood of the Dragon Kings, stood before the cracked vanity mirror in the servant’s quarters. Her hands trembled violently as she destroyed her birthright. The paste—a foul mixture of river mud, crushed walnut shells, and soot—felt cold and slimy against her scalp. Outside, the sky was bleeding. The Dragon Kingdom of Aethelgard, a realm of glass spires and singing winds, was dying. It wasn't dying quietly. It was screaming under the iron treads of the Empire’s war machines.

"The bond is forged. Princess Diana Blake of the human Kingdom is now declared the chosen mate and wife to Prince Draven Volk of the Dragon Kingdom. May the Creator guide your union." There was no cheering or music. The moment the words were spoken, two Skyblade Warriors moved toward me at once. “We must depart now, Princess.” They didn't give me a chance to say goodbye. They led me out of the ritual hall immediately. "Diana! Wait!" I heard my father's voice shouting from behind. My family was rushing out to follow us out of the palace, struggling to keep up with the fast pace of the warriors. A black carriage lined with iron armor was already waiting, attached to two giant horses. Beside th

The roars came again. Closer. Louder. The sky itself vibrated. A shadow appeared on the eastern horizon. Then another. Then dozens more. They were enormous. Larger than any dragon Elara had ever seen. The first burst through the clouds. Its scales were pure white, shimmering like moonlight. Six silver horns curved from its head. Ancient runes glowed along its wings. It landed with enough force to shake the mountains. A crimson dragon followed. Then a sapphire one.