Zola In Blue Dragon Novels & Stories

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.

Karen stand up "What's going on?" "Who's zircon?"Castus press on not shining his gaze away from her. "He's not human, he's a dragon"Blood drain from Castus face "Zircon is a dragon"

“That was fucking hot.” I pressed my hands to my face and laughed. My breasts jiggled on camera. “You keep that up, I’m going to storm your bedroom,” Kieran groaned. I recoiled a little at that. “I don’t think I’m ready for that.” “Kidding, kidding,” he quickly reassured me. Still a bit uneasy, I leaned back towards the camera. “Really, though, tell me more about real dragons.” He looked offscreen in contemplation. Then he nodded to himself and turned back. “Alright, beautiful, here’s how it goes. Most of the nobility in the Blazing Isles are dragon shifters, like me.”

Her hair is so pale it is nearly white, falling in long waves down her back like strands of moonlight. When she lifts her head slightly I see her eyes. Violet. A deep, luminous shade unlike anything I have ever seen. She has not noticed me yet. I remain still, watching quietly as she works. The moment her scent reaches me everything inside my chest ignites. It is not subtle. Not gentle. The mate call slams through me with the force of a thunderclap. My dragon roars awake inside my mind. Mine. The certainty is immediate and absolute. The woman by the river straightens suddenly.

"Five dragons survived and escaped that day. The fire dragon, Azzurth. Zykur, the water dragon. Shirma, the wind dragon. Aldra, the ice dragon. And Endralth, the immortal dragon." "Where are they now?" Zena asked. "Athanasia now owned Azzurth, the fire dragon. Zykur and Aldra died a long time ago. That was the information Father had. But Aldra, the ice dragon was not dead and Shirma was missing. Let's just say they're hiding." Zuriel answered. "Was there really an immortal dragon? And is all of this related to that girl?" "I'm not done yet. So shut up if you want to know the answer to your questions." Zuriel glared at her.

Rosco spoke slightly unsure what he should believe or not. “That’s because she is a dual dragon.” Drezic spoke almost out mind. If they thought spirit dragons where rare. Duel dragons are even more. It normally happened with the ultra rare dragons. Him and Asrar where lucky to have just one. “She has a regular dragon, probably purple like my mother was and the all powerful gold dragon. The purple one is so she can keep her power protected until she wants to use it. I think it will be the one you will have no problem using the gems power with.”

Daemon’s POV He hadn't changed a wink since the last time I saw him, which was years ago. He was still tall and lanky, those bright blue eyes taking the room with such ease, rare to find. He had always been that way, taking on life with such excitement. "Balor!" The name fell from her lips easily as he crossed the space. That was when I noticed the flowers in his hands. Tulips. Not exactly Annie's favorite, but there was no way he could have known that.

Then the crowd parted and Zavian walked forward. He stood tall, commanding, with deep blue eyes that looked like they'd seen everything. But something about his face triggered something deep in the minds of the two dragons. Fragmented memories. Glimpses of dreams they'd been having for months, always slipping away the moment they woke up. Those same piercing blue eyes. A sense of familiarity that made no sense. The same unsettling familiarity they got around each other, like looking at a puzzle with missing pieces. Confusion bled into the two dragons at the sight of Zavian.

His voice is deeper than usual. Lola opened her eyes and gasped with shock. She took a step back and stumbled a little before falling on her butt in the sand. An aqua blue dragon is standing right in front of her eyes. Its size is huge and it is occupying almost half the beach area. She never know a dragon could be of this color too. She always heard about orange, red, green, and Black dragons. But a Blue dragon is never heard of. "Scared princess?" Lucas asked her in his dragon form. His dragon's name is Ares, his father's name. He never remembered what made him name his dragon with that name, but ever since he remembered, he kept calling his Dragon Ares.

“No wonder I never found you. Why are you here and not in the dragon lakes?” The dragon didn’t answer, at least not with words. It kept circling, a spiral of muscle and power, the current of its movement warping the bubble, making Dayanara’s arms tremble. A head bent down, slow and regal, and I saw the eyes for the first time. A crystalline blue, deeper than the ocean, fixed on us with the sort of attention that made you feel very, very small. No, not on us. On me. Or rather, on the thing in my hand.