Chosen In Dragonfire Novels & Stories

"JUST BECAUSE HE COULDN'T STAND WATCHING THE DRAGON HE LOVED GETTING SENT OUT TO A WAR HE MIGHT LOSE, AND BECAUSE HE KNEW THE REPERCUSSIONS HE KEPT IT AWAY FROM YOU. ACCORDING TO EURYLUS, WHEN HE REALIZED WHAT THE ART WAS DOING TO DARIUS, HE MET WITH THE CHIEFS AND TRIED TO FIND A WAY TO BREAK THEIR LINK FROM THE SPELL, BUT THEY REALIZED THE ONLY WAY WRITTEN DOWN WAS FOR ONE OF THE TWO PARTIES TO DIE... AND DARIUS MADE HIS CHOICE." "STOP IT." His anger slowly got mixed up with the denial growing inside him. "EURYLUS HAD TRIED TO TAKE THE BLOW BUT THE CHIEFS SAW IT AS A WASTE TO LOSE A DRAGON THAN A HUMAN, BUT THE DECISION WAS ALSO A HARD TAKE BECAUSE DARIUS HAD MANAGED TO TAME THE STRONGEST

A prison of glass and stone crafted in power to crush the weak and underprivileged. As I watch the countryside burn and the people flee, I feel incredible sadness. The meek should not have to suffer for the actions of the mighty. "Who started the fire, My Love?" I ask, unable to take my eyes off of the flames. "We did, Carnelia. We wanted to see it burn." _____ "Primus!" The name comes to my lips as I spring awake. For some reason, I understood that was the name of the dragon in my dream, the green one, my mate.

She's too pissed off that Taylor has made a new ally that is really going to take Lilith down. She was starting to lose the plot. We were all ordered to get to the woods, closest to the Kingdom of the Dragons and we were to stay there and wait behind cover. Lilith and Felix got into her carriage together and we started along her path. She knew exactly where that Kingdom was, but I had no idea. And I didn't know why Taylor would be the chosen one. I heard Lilith ranting and raving before about how no one is ever chosen to be 'THE ONE' so why did that dragon choose Taylor. She must have performed some sort of voodoo on the dragon.

"She's a Witch!" The moment the gem slipped from my grasp, a sudden void consumed me, the magic dissipating with my relinquished hold. Stepping back from the booth, a profound stillness cloaked me as I observed the crowd converging. Panic etched itself onto the faces of men, women, and children alike. The murmurs of discontent swelled into an angry chorus, echoing through the air. In the distance, the clamor of approaching soldiers added urgency to the unfolding scene. A ripple of anxiety coursed through me as I trembled, gazing one final time at the old woman. "You glowed," she whispered. A mirror hung on a twisted post, and my reflection revealed tendrils of cerulean sparks dancing on my i

Then: > “One born of shadowed fire, Of vessel and void, Shall awaken the blade and bind the god. The second flame will not serve. She will choose. And in choosing, Will either save the wilds… Or burn the bloodline clean.” Racheal’s breath caught. She’d heard part of it in the forge. But this— This sounded like a trial written by gods. “Why me?” The Prophet blinked slowly. “Because Pyra failed.” --- He told them everything. Pyra had once been the Chosen Vessel of the Flamebound. A woman born to wield godfire, to call the ancient flame of Veyrus, and to deliver judgment upon the fractured packs.

I stepped between them, flames dancing in my eyes. “No one takes my choice,” I said. “Not fate. Not prophecy. Not you.” I looked at Link. “I choose him.” The fire responded. It surged toward Ryker, forcing him back. Singed his fur. Made him howl. He fled. The forest quieted. And then, like a puppet with her strings cut, I collapsed into Link’s arms.

“Then go. Show him what the Dragonheart truly is.” Rowan turned fully to the edge of the cliff, letting her fire respond to her determination. The wind carried sparks like golden embers, twisting them into shapes that mirrored her resolve. She could feel Azeriel’s presence in the blue flame above, calling her, daring her to step into the storm.

Once outside we head towards the edge of the forest where the dragon's lair had been built. The ceiling of the building stretched very high and it was already filled with so many nests. I could hear the sound of the dragons inside growling. Valen whistled once and from the far side of the cave, one of the dragon rose. It was larger than the rest and had scars across it's back. It approached us. "This." Valen said. "Is Abraddox. He had chosen you." "Excuse me? What do you mean by choose me?" I asked in disbelief, turning to look at the dragon, who was staring at me.

This time,I smirk and my dragon chuckles excited to unleash. I step out of the cage and they all focus on me. “Come at me bitches.” I smile as I feel the fire lick at my skin. “Whenever you're ready little one” my dragon rasps. I wait until they are close and together,then “Now.” Flames shoot out and burn them whole,turning them to ashes in a second. I have never directed my flame at any living thing before,so I'm pretty amazed by how they burn out quickly,but then again,the flames my dragon breaths Isn't ordinary. I've always know that.

Its voice rippled through bones like rolling thunder: “Queen of Ash… Daughter of Flame… you bear the spark of creation. Why do you stand divided?” Selene lowered her blade. “Because blood binds me to her.” Nyra’s chest tightened. “And mine to her.” The dragon’s wings unfurled in slow majesty. “Your bond has fractured the world. You must choose: sister or queen?” Selene’s gaze flicked to Nyra. “You choose, sister.” Nyra’s heart stuttered. The twins cooed in Kaelia’s arms; Ryker’s dark form stood bruised but resolute; Caelum watched with unyielding devotion.