Romans & histoires Yugioh Blue-eyes Chaos Max Dragon

I can't believe what I am looking at. ''It's a dragon!'' I say shocked. A big blue dragon in the same color as Gabriel's eyes emerges. It has shiny scales and sharp claws. On its tail, there are sharp dark blue spikes. The eyes are orange like a big burning sun. ''Noelle this is Dagahra my dragon,'' Gabriel says.

My power and Audra's maybe contradicting, just like our personalities, but these are also the best amalgamated to maintain our balance. As of cue, we give our final blow as we both scream in too much pain. It is like our own power was being removed from us. We are starting to release our last card. Our dragons. From my merlot fire, a petrifying merlot red dragon take a shape as it breaths its own fire. It takes its wings and glides by the winds. Another roar echoes in the four corners of our spacious room. Our of Audra's ice mist, another colossal dragon materializes. Unlike mine, it has sapphire blue scales around its body and has a pair of arctic blue eyes that makes it much more terrifyin

Mythi hugs me to comfort me. “Unnie. Blue is just doing his job. Oppa is still his senior.” She says to calm me down. “But I want to surprise oppa.” I say while pouting. “I want to surprise him too, unnie. But Blue is right. Oppa needs to know.” Mythi continues. I sigh. “What can I do now? Blue is already talking to him.” “Black Dragon.” Blue says over the phone and looks at us. “No, there’s no problem. Your sisters are safe and sound.”

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

Elder Michael said. “Of course Elder,” Megan said and stood up. I wasn’t permitted to go with her so I waited with Felix while Megan left with all three Elders into an adjoining room and I could feel the moment Kaida separated from Megan. She was a beautiful dragoness, silvery white in colour and about half the size of Abeloth, which made her a tad smaller than a violet dragon.

Taking a drink from the bottle, I pushed away from the counter to head out of the kitchen and down the hallway towards my bedroom. My skin rippled and I rolled my shoulders, trying to ease some of the tension. I could feel my dragon clawing at my skin, demanding to be let out. He didn’t like what had happened at his mate’s house. He was ready to make them pay. I wanted to burn that house down with them inside of it. That would probably piss off Andreena, but once they were out. I’d give her that option. Would could tear it and the memories that were there down and burn everything to the ground.

When he was done his purple jewel-like eyes glowed at us, his mouth opened and I saw sharp teeth. He was in the sky high above us, his great wing beating into the air, taking him higher before I was ready. Marcus moved forward, he looked over his shoulder at me one last time before his the same sounds filled the room. The dragon that crouched before me was far bigger than both Louis and Nash. Marcus’ scaly skin was pitch black and looked rough to the touch, he turned around slowly and I was met with deep obsidian eyes. Eyes that even in his other form were sad.

“Blue, I swear if you’re eating the furniture again... ” I stormed out of the bathroom, still dripping, still naked, and found my dragon halfway up the velvet drapes like a scaly cat on crack. One wing was tangled in the chandelier, the other knocking over a priceless-looking vase that was probably older than most countries. My overgrown disaster of a baby dragon. “BLUE!” She froze, gave me the biggest, saddest, most manipulative puppy-dragon eyes in existence, and chirped like butter wouldn’t melt in her fire-breathing mouth.

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

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.