Black Fire Dragon Novels & Stories

Hunter and I couldn’t be any happier, we’re gonna do everything in our power to make sure she accepts us and we’ll protect her. Hunter isn’t any normal dragon either, he’s pitch black with razor points on his wings and on the end of his tail, he blows ice and fire as well as smoke. He’s 30 feet tall and is probably the biggest dragon shifter out there, that’s why I’m the last dragon king.

Alive but injured. A shadow creature jumped on her and pushed her down. A sudden wave of water from Damian threw it away. Sky looked up. And everything slowed down. The sounds of battle became distant. Her heartbeat was loud in her head. Her hands trembled. Not from fear. From power. She closed her eyes and called the flame from deep inside her blood. The dragon fire was not simple magic. It was ancient fire born from the breath of the first dragons. It lived in her blood. The ground shook. The air burned. She lifted her arms and shouted a word she had never learned, yet somehow understood.

A red dragon with chimera armor was covered with scorching red flames! Such a domineering and swift strike had the power to destroy the world!

Rumble! The huge flame directly spurted out of the hole where the explosion took place. The huge fire directly burned the whole sky red. The group of people also stopped in time and looked over there in a daze. The black figure appeared within the firelight. He looked at the firelight and was unable to control himself for a moment. A mouthful of green-colored blood was spat out. "Report... Report..." "Something has happened in the Underground Dragon City. Something big has happened. The fire is soaring to the sky, elder."

She produced them all by herself, using a few of her soul spirits. Fire, Medea controls it, she turns to a lot of dragons, she wanders in the dark, with her Mahogany eyes, long black with swirls of fire hair, smoke circle her body and floats above her incandescent skin, daring you to touch it, sparks pop in her lips, a soft glow shines where her pulsing heart lays, blazes beneath her ribs radiate warmth for all to enjoy, smouldering coal eyes freckles, forest fire tempers destroy everything in their path.

She even heard and saw in her mind what seemed to be a huge black dragon roaring. The captain reigned his steed to move before answering. “It is what we call the demonic dragons flame, it is a common power that is inherited by those with Draconian blood in them,” he proudly states. “Is your prince the same?” she could not help ask, hearing some things about it from Soraya.

She said watching Rex look at her. ‘Yes Seer, you don’t belong here’ boomed Fafnir ‘the youngling should be more careful’ he scolded. As Rex ran his hand through his hair, red smoke appeared from in front of them. Slowly emerging from the smoke was a huge black head, followed by this body and lastly tail came through and tucked himself around in front of them, this was where the black scales came from, covering his whole body, Fafnir was a black dragon! Seeing his whole form was a shock to Rex, this dragon was incredible.

His scream pierces my ears and I watch in terror as the man's skin begins to blacken and slowly turn to ash. I stare at his scorched corpse with my mouth agape in horror. A growl echoes through the room and I look at Jaxon. His eyes burn a fiery red and so do his mate's. I look back down at the body and feel my hands start to shake. "That's not possible is it?" I stammer. "No, it's not possible at all," Queen Zari murmurs. "Dragons don't burn."

Fallon would no doubt be able to wipe us out in minutes once he realised that the stone was destroyed. My thoughts were halted though. From the mouth of the monster came an immense inferno of flames and fire. The heat was so great, my skin burned even from this distance. I had to squint my eyes to protect them from the intense light source, waiting until it ended. The dragon closed his mouth, and all that was left was plumes of smoke rising from the now black earth. The dragon began to shrink, and I realised with hope that Fallon was returning to human form. This could only be a good thing.

Astrid marvels at the intricate web of their creation, attributed to the Sun god Helios. The Weredragons, too, drew him into their fiery domain. Born of the same sun deity, their essence was forged in the crucible of intense ether, granting them the awe-inspiring ability to spew forth torrents of fire. Leading this formidable clan is the figure known as the Dragon king who presides over their fiery realm.