Black Fire Dragon Novels & Stories

“You have to control it, don’t let it consume you!” He glanced at her, a feral smile on his lips, amber eyes glowing like molten gold. “I don’t want control right now,” he growled, claws scraping the scorched earth. “I want to burn through them, and I want you.” Before she could protest, the dragon within him surged forward. Flames erupted from his body like molten waves, roaring across the battlefield, incinerating enemy ranks. Soldiers fell to their knees, shields raised against the heat, and even the monstrous beasts recoiled, the dragon’s raw power unrelenting.

The next, the black dragon stood where he had been, wings unfurling with a force that sent ash spiralling across the field. The Aetherfangs were already moving. The dragon opened his mouth. Orange fire poured out. Not warning fire. Not scattered flame. A focused, brutal torrent that struck the two Aetherfangs before they could complete their attack. The sound they made was not like anything I wanted to hear again. One shriek began high and furious, then vanished as the fire swallowed it. The second tried to leap away, wings beating once, twice, but the dragon turned his head with horrifying precision and dragged the flame across both creatures. Their bodies lit from the outside in. Scales, f

he bent down to her level and whispered to her ear, “... If you don't kill him, I will and you know what that means.” I hesitated before saying, “Boss, the request said that he can only be killed by fire. I know that am out of line but last time I checked, werewolves don't have fire within them.” “Oh, I know. But...” he opened his left palm and a small yellowish red flame appeared. It floated above his arm and I could feel the flame gravitating towards me like a beacon. Dragons know each other by the fire that they emit. My dragon fire had not met any dragon in years and while this flame made it very happy, it made me very scared.

— Let's approach slowly! — If he's real, we need to know if there's more of him out there... — If he were real, don't you think we'd have seen some across the sky by now, Balck? — Yan asks. We watch the big animal through the trees, keeping some distance so it doesn't see us. The great dragon has purple skin, stretches its neck, trying to look bigger, and launches a blast of fire upwards. — I think we've got a hottie here! — Balck speaks.

He screamed, clawing at my black scales, his fingernails snapping into bloody stumps. I leaned my colossal, scaled head down until my glowing gold slit-eyes filled his entire vision. The scorching furnace of my breath melted the dagger in his grip into useless liquid slag. "Tell your Emperor," my voice scraped out, vibrating with dual layers of monstrous dragon bass and murderous fury, "that whatever steps into my house becomes ash." I opened my jaws and unleashed pure black dragon fire. The dark golden inferno consumed him in less than a heartbeat. There was no struggle; the intense heat dissolved his flesh, clothes, and bones into nothing. Within two seconds, only a pile of glowing gray so

The dark lord raised his hands to the black skies and black lightning shot down from the skies, hitting the fire breathing dragon in the back. Long screeched in pain as black electricity brought her crashing down from the skies.

His expression held a mixture of confidence and an underlying intensity that hinted at his powerful nature. The crest of House Blackfire, emblazoned proudly on the king’s cloak, portrayed a giant dragon spitting fire. The emblem was a reflection of their fierce reputation and their legendary status in the North. The dragon, rendered in black, appeared both majestic and terrifying, a symbol of the house’s strength and determination.

She screamed and hid behind him when she saw us. “WHO ARE YOU?!” Big Boss exclaimed looking back and forth on us. I take a good look at him. He looks like the same age as me. “It’s not for you to know.” Black Dragon answered pointing his gun to him. I gripped my own gun, ready to use it if needed. Big Boss is about to move while the woman positioned to run. Black Dragon spoke. “Move even an inch and I’ll blow your heads simultaneously.” His voice sounded cold and emotionless. I looked at him and was startled to see his face expressionless. He looked like a professional cold blooded killer. Big Boss and the woman froze. Black Dragon turned to the woman.

I can see the rippling muscles beneath their scales and the scars that cover their bodies prove their experience in fighting. My hands come up above my head and a massive circle of flames bursts around me. I jump back in fright for a moment before a few start running towards me again. I gasp when a dragon suddenly leaps over the wall of fire and lands just a foot from me. The dragon was black, the color of liquid ink and had eyes that must have been made of melted gold. This dragon was even bigger than the others, and the power radiating off of him had me wanting to cower in fear.

There, he caught sight of skeletal remains submerged in the water. Near the bones lay a segmented body covered in scales, exuding a chilling metallic sheen. It was unmistakably a powerful monster. "A Black Dragon," Chase murmured. Black Dragons, also known as flood dragons, were a hybrid born of dragons and water beasts. It was said that a Black Dragon's body was nearly indestructible—impenetrable by blades or weapons. "If I could capture a Black Dragon, it'd be a significant gain," Chase mused as his lips curled into a faint smile. A glimmer of greed flickered in his eyes.