Black Fire Dragon Novels & Stories

It had to be. **** Gasp! Rufus opened his mouth, and thick black blood oozed out. His eyes turned pale, his body barely breathing on the ground. Thunderous stomps and sword clashes surrounded him. He turned his head slowly, step by painful step. In an instant, a monstrous belly loomed over him, trampling around. 'Why did I even bother opening my eyes?' Rufus scowled, lying there like a defenceless vegetable waiting to be crushed. The Eldritch Chimaera was a fire-breathing dragon with the heads of a lion, an ox, and a serpent. Its tail swung, a giant scorpion stinger poised at its tip, capable of ending a man's life with each strike.

Wings wider than stormfronts beat once, stirring the smoke into whirling tempests. The Black Dragon. Its scales a cloak of darkness, descended through the cloud of its own making. The heat rose off its flanks in quivering waves. Beneath its claws, the broken remnants of Eirenos steamed. The dragon tilted its horned head, exhaling a low growl that rippled through the charred landscape. “Done already?” its voice rumbled like thunder echoing through stone. “How dull.”

It shrieked loudly as it got closer. The bone dragons that saw this colossus turned their attention to it and flew toward it. Black fireballs were fired at Falynx. Falynx responded by firing balls of wind at them from its mouth. It didn’t stop the fireballs, but diverted their direction. Some of the fireballs actually hit back at the dragons. The bone dragons rushed toward Falynx in a frenzy.

Then came the fury of the Dragon King as the door glowed blood red, flames licking under the door in fury as Ragnar came completely undone. "Give me my mate!" Bellowed Ragnar's dragon as the ground underneath the door began to heat up through the onslaught of Dragonfire. The building's foundations began to shake as they protested against the assault they were under, and Matilda began to chant, furiously moving her hands about.

His long neck lifted, his head went back, and fire ejected from his mouth on a roar that made me cover my ears. I looked up. The tower was taller than anything I'd ever seen with blue skies peeking between great columns toward the top. The dragon fire rose and shot out the openings. Black soot covered the ceiling of the tower, and I realized his releasing fire was a common occurrence. I lowered my head and looked into his red eyes again. Smoke came from his nostrils, and for a few moments, the smell of death receded, replaced with lingering smolder. It was an improvement. "You have one last chance to beg for your life." His jaw didn't move, but his grumbling voice threaded through my mind. N

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.

She had watched as they set everything ablaze, their massive wings fanning the flames as they burned the brightness and vibrancy of existence into nothingness. Now, a black splotch of scorched acreage, lying dead. Yet, something about them had her intrigued. She had to admit, she was impressed given their size, how they moved with such grace and elegance, as if they were the true rulers of life and death. How they stayed at just the right height as they maneuvered through the sky, swooping in and out as if they were playing a child’s game of chase with smoke and fire. She watched as intelligence swam behind the eyes of the dragon that had found her, yet never gave her away.

I sat down on the chair facing the sofa and I let my eyes return to normal. “The moment the King lays eyes on Abigail he’ll want her to bond with Prince Nicu. The strongest dragon in existence is the gray dragon. The silver white dragon is next in line, then comes the violet dragon and so on. Royal Dragons have always been what is known as Russian Violet, the darkest shade. We all know the darker the shade the stronger the dragon.” “A woman born of a man with a strong dragon is desirable but the bond has always been respected.” If we were normal people Sorin would’ve been right, but we weren’t.

Trenton asked, taking a few steps back. “Okay, I see your point. While I don’t believe my father would have done that, I will take your word for it. Since you can turn back time, I will want you to show me what really happened back then, but later.” Cyran answered Trenton, as I held my breath to keep myself from throwing up. “First, let’s get rid of that black Dragon Mark.” Trenton waved his hand and a female, about my age stepped forward. She looked tiny and I couldn’t imagine that she was able to contain a Dragon within her. I knew there were female Dragons, but this was the first time I had seen one.

He grinned. Before anyone could contemplate what was about to happen, a deep roar shook the earth. Sending all of them backwards. Slamming them into trees. A black giant dragon suddenly and slowly emerged from the other side of the forest. Approaching the scene stealthily. Its rough skin was dark as obsidian and long claws which could cut through steel. Its eyes burn brightly like hot coals and an earth shattering roar left its mouth, its razor sharp talons which could tear through anything. The sight of the dragon sent tremors through the men and they retreat carefully.