Black Fire Dragon Novels & Stories

There were no chains. I stepped backward without thinking and my heel caught on the carpet and I went down on one hip. The dragon was already moving. It poured across the stone in one long lunge, and was on me before I could draw breath, its forelegs bracketing me on either side, the great hot weight of its chest above my face. I was going to die in this room. I had time to know it. I made myself look up. The eye was very close. A river of black slit down the middle of the yellow. Inside the slit was a darkness I could not name.

“You are the Commander, but you cannot command destiny. You cannot touch her because your aura will crush her. You cannot reject her because the bond will kill you both. You are trapped, Draven. We are looking at a living nightmare.” I closed my eyes, forcing Karl’s furious roars into a corner of my mind. We've heard stories of dragons tearing themselves apart because they could not survive the loss. True mates were rare precisely because the bond was merciless. It gave everything or destroyed everything. “Then she stays ignorant. I stay away and pray to the Creator that the world never finds out what she is to me.”

This is the end—that's my initial thought before I hear a roar coming from behind me. I bend my neck, blinking at the sudden fire blasting out of nowhere, forcing the wolves to jump out of the way. The wolves seem to be staring at something, and I follow their gazes, holding my breath when I find an enormous dragon standing right behind me. But it's no ordinary dragon—instead of scales covering its entire body, flames and fire burst from its core. It's entirely black, with leather-clad wings and regular claws. Its eyes, however, are demonic, and its entire underside is on fire, crackling like the pits of hell.

The dragon emperor saw his armor damaged by the black fire and suddenly realized the origin of the black fire. "You are correct, this black fire is the same as the black fire dragon that was feared in the time of your dragon ancestors. However, the black fire possessed by the black fire dragon came from me. I gave the black fire dragon its form, and I am also the embodiment of several dragon ancestors from the dragon tribe. The Black Fire Dragon, the Blood Dragon, the Darkness Dragon, and the Devouring Dragon. They all derive their power from me. I am another form o

Rori was not afraid of Murdok or his fire, and rather than try to shield herself from either attack, she put her hands out in front of her and willed the dragon’s fire to overtake Henry. As the flames rolled past Rori she expected to endure the scorch and sizzle of the blaze, but instead it was only a soft warm displacement of air as Henry screamed in agony. Murdok closed his majestic mouth and as Henry flailed in pain and fire, Rori watched in horror as he grabbed Alma, and she too caught fire. Rori screamed and grabbed for her mother, but Henry grabbed them both and as he began to chant in some language Rori couldn't understand she started to feel a heavy weight inside her rib cage, it wa

Yohan offered. Suddenly the room grew warmer. I raised an eyebrow at him. "Fire dragons can release substantial amounts of heat," he explained. "You're a fire dragon?" "A sub species of it, yes, I can breathe fire, but unlike other dragons, I can survive damp conditions, and breathe under water," "What kind of species is that?" "Loch, my dragons rare, the only other is my little sisters," I nodded as the heat traveled up to my icy finger tips. "You want to know the origin of the vampires?" I asked

It was a sight to behold. Suddenly fire rained down from the sky and blasted the ground. It formed a line, separating the black wolves from the lycans and white witches. All eyes turned upwards as a loud screech was heard. Before their astonished eyes, a massive black dragon appeared, flapping its massive wings. It opened its mouth and poured out fire to the earth. "RETREAT!",Logan screamed. "SAVE YOURSELVES!". Everyone dispersed immediately, trying to escape the fire breathing dragon. The black wolves were all burned to dust as the dragon spewed out fire from its mouth.

When he wanted to, he could look like a purely murderous creature. His dragon was equally as impressive. He was still small, considering he was only seventeen, but he was a deep ruby red dragon. Garren confirmed that he was a fire dragon, and with time he would be able to emit enough heat to melt gold with just a touch of his fingers. He could already make small flames form in his palms.

He channeled all the spiritual energy from his Drakeborne lineage into his eyes, intensifying the power of his ocular technique. In that instant, black dragon-shaped fire manifested in the Draconic Field World. These flames enveloped the descending killing intent, systematically consuming and purifying it until it was utterly extinguished.

He got a serious look on his face and he turned to look at me properly, but instead of attacking him, I raised my arms to the side and the fire shot out from my hands and started setting everything they owned on fire. The pile of food that they had gathered, the clothing that they had thrown in a pile, everything. The other giants ran to try and put out the fire, but realized that it was too hot and they were just burning themselves. “Do you know what fire from a dragon feels like?” I asked. “You have dragon fire?” He asked. “Yeah. You still think I can’t kill the black witch?” I asked. And he looked over at his friends before I raised my hands straight at him and he backed off.