Black Fire Dragon Novels & Stories

She was the very first fire dragon. Oaestr then turned to the other little hatchling, Faeyr’s twin, and smiled a very special smile. He was a dull black color with a red iridescence, like a hidden warmth within darkness. “You remind me so much of your father, my beloved shadow drake.” She cooed. “But you are not a creature of shadows. You burn like your sister like the blood within me burns for your father. I shall call you Bleyd.” The little drake, the very first blood dragon, roared in delight. Together with his sister, they flew around the cave, twisting and twirling around one another, always together, just like all dragons carry fire within their blood.

said the old Ci, looking at Long Chen seriously. "What is it?" asked Long Chen, who also wanted to hear the answer to everything that was happening now. "The black dragon is called the dragon of destruction and annihilation, but it is not an evil dragon as described in the ancient books of the universe. In fact, there is an evil dragon that has half the blood of the black dragon. It is called an evil dragon because it has committed unforgivable crimes in this universe!" replied the old man, explaining about the evil dragon, which has the blood of the black dragon. At that time, the evil dragon was actually also called the black dragon's child, but that was before the black dragon found out a

The fire dragon's hand grabbed Axton's body and glared at him furiously. “Give me back my Evernest Prime,” said the Fire Dragon, looking at Axton. The fire dragon was very large and made Axton tremble in fear, but Axton dared to answer, while Alex and Albert had prepared their swords to fight with the dragon. “Put down your swords,” Axton said. He understood very well that fighting this fire dragon would not be possible to win. "I need this flower to heal my wife's eyes," Axton said to the fire dragon.

The next morning, Dhari came with the full details off who the King of the Dark realm is and where his palace is. "The name of the dark king is Blaze Black. People are whispering about him having a human mate, but nothing was announced officially. But yesterday he burned a dragon alive for misbehaving with the girl whom everyone thinks as their queen and his mate. Like his name implies, he becomes a living and breathing fire, when provoked. But apart from that, he was said to be a good king" Dhari revealed.

Bighorns on the left and right, and several small horns on each head. The fire dragon's snout is open, he wants to do something like fighting the illusion tree. But Rail is not an illusion tree, he is an angel of death. He snapped his wand. Then lightning struck very hard. Not only that, but a puff of black smoke also appeared and formed a jet-black giant.

Words, to her freaking surprise, turned to saliva and slipped down her throat. This feeling was intense— just like the eyes of her Alpha. Sparkling Embers, dark yellow, looking like scorching heating fire. Fire that spurts from the mouth of a dragon, which melts every freaking wall and vaporizes every drop of water, and turns every being into ash if caught under its cage.

Unlike the rest, my feet stayed rooted to the dirt—not because I wanted to, but because Soren’s disapproving glare pinned me where I stood, colder than the flames tearing through the yard. The blue dragon joined in too they unleashed fire on the cadets who ran. Screams filled the air The smell of burning flesh hit me—and with it the sharp, humiliating stench of piss and fear. My stomach lurched. I couldn’t breathe. And then the black dragon moved. It lifted its head, molten eyes fixing not on the crowd but on me. I was so screwed.

My jaw was so tight the muscles ached. "I am the matter that displaces the air." "Then let us see if your cells can withstand the pressure." He raised his hand. He did not fire a beam of energy. He unleashed a kinetic displacement. Black Fire. It was not a thermal combustion. It was a corrupted, oily distortion of space that crackled with red static. It surged toward me, smelling of scorched protein and biological decay. My skin began to crawl, the hair on my arms standing up as the charge in the air intensified.

He smiled anyway. We kept walking. “That one,” Cobra nodded toward a chubby man chewing something loudly, “Is Python. He talks too much, eats too much but a great hunter when we get to the fields.” Python was smiling while enjoying his meal, with crumbs on his lips. “Lion named him that,” Cobra added. “Don’t ask me why.” I almost smiled. It felt strange to see people acting normal. When we reached the group preparing for the hunt, I saw Tiger properly for the first time. He was putting on a metal breastplate. It looked heavy.

“Was it the Black Dragon?” “Highly likely. The Black Dragon was the one Thea saved from the fire ten years ago. His face was badly burned and disfigured. Somehow, he managed to transform his face completely. He ended up at the Southern Plains, becoming a soldier and killing enemies on the battlefield. He made his mark within the short span of ten years, earning the moniker of the Black Dragon and leading the Black Dragon Army of a million soldiers.” Confused, the Blithe King asked, “Does he have a grudge against The Great Four?”