Romans & histoires Blue Lightning Dragon

"I'm not asking you to shake hands with spirits, but I think getting more of a grip of as much as you possibly can before shit hits the fan will be in everyone's best interest." I eyed him and nodded. "Alright... but if Blue gets mad, I'm blaming you. I'm still just a kid." He grinned. "If I'm right, you'll be too healed for her to fuss. Eyes closed and dig deep." I closed my eyes, taking deep breaths as I delved deeper into myself. The image of a dragon began to take shape in my mind. Its scales shimmered with iridescent hues, like water. Like a Leviathan. I felt it swimming, twirling and sprouting wings, melding with other parts of my bloodline or separating them.

"The royal silver dragons are the mightiest dragons in all the realms." Sarn laughed and spoke next. "Nothing personal, but besides a little shine, you have no color. What makes you think silver is the mightiest?" How did I answer that? "It just is," I replied stubbornly. I don't think my uncle ever explained why we were mighty; I just accepted it because he said it was so. Laryn leapt into the sky shifting to his blue dragon. "You are not prettier than this. Blue is the color of the sky and ocean. Blue is the color that should be bowed to."

They carried the dragon into the vast sky, and not a single one would be hurt again. The battle was fierce and fierce against the dragon, that's when the dragon crystal that was owned by Prince Kim appeared emitting a light which then Kim summoned his huge dragon. Kim ordered his blue dragon to attack the red dragon. A fierce fight between dragons broke out and drove the four princes away. But Prince Kim who has a blue dragon can't leave his dragon alone, he accompanies this dragon in battle.

my Blue who was glowing like she’d just eaten the sun and was gearing up to incinerate someone. And front and center? Abigail and Inara cheering her on like proud parents at a murder recital. “Hit me, Blue! I’m fire resistant!” some dumbass shouted, chest puffed out like he had anything to prove. “No, you’re not...” Inara sighed loudly, “...not to a dragon’s breath, you absolute walnut. They’re ancient. You’ll evaporate.” “I can handle it!” the idiot insisted. Blue chirped, tail whipping the ground, wings half-spread, embers dancing from her jaws like she was warming up for a full-on dragon flamethrower.

Light flashed on the surface he had stood on. Arth watched in amazement as a large snowflake symbol flashed and glowed on the floor. “What is this … power?” “Wrath of the Blue Dragon,” General Edric called. The snowflake he stood on flashed once again, but this time, blasting out a blue beam above, devouring him with intense light energies.

Kiara: “Aiden” I scolded the little dragon who was jumping on top of the dresser. No matter how many times I scolded the little creature. He grew more stubborn as he grew. “You know that I won’t break anything” Aiden said looking at me with his big blue eyes. His eyes had stopped shifting in color and were now a dark royal blue, his scales were as black as night. A person couldn’t see him if he decided to sneak on him in the dark.

Their fear of that raining death lightning was not something any commanding officer could compare to. Some brave soldiers stood their ground. They transformed into their energy beast forms that were 150-meter long blue scaled dragons with a wingspan over 300 meters wide. Their wings were broad, so broad that when fully stretch out it was almost like they could cover the sky. Their wings were so powerful that they could kill a man with just a flap. Air vortexes were created every time they flap their wings, these were Azure Wind Dragons. Thought to have gone extinct thousands of years ago. They flew into the clouds unafraid of the lightning and engaged the Storm Dragons in close combat. Their

Frigga, however, let out a soft scoff and turned to leave. But the moment she turned around—before Heimdall could even react—Odin stepped in front of her, blocking her path. He then took her hand and led her back to Heimdall’s side. Heimdall immediately straightened and said respectfully, “Your Majesty.” “Looks like you’re all having quite an enjoyable conversation,” Odin said casually, picking up a silver goblet. “As for the dragon’s appearance, many books describe it differently, each more inconsistent than the last. As for the blue exterior—that comes from an elven seer’s prophecy of what it will look like thousands of years in the future. If I’m not mistaken, what you read was the illust

The graphics were terrifyingly real, and Uriel would only ever admit it just this once. The red matched the slight hue in the corner of the painting on his wall. Beautiful. One step. Two steps. Three steps. Three steps in, and V was three steps out. He backed away as the player named 'Blue' approached him. Blue. Where had he heard that name before? He pondered, but he could only think so deep when a forty three inch blade was threatening to pierce him. Blue. Blue; a lone hue. A cold shade. Blue.. I remember now.