Colossus: The Fire Dragon 소설 & 이야기

The fog was alive, swirling around me, and I realized with a jolt that this was the blight itself. I had to do something. I reached deep inside myself, searching for the power I knew was there. The flame of Hestia, the gift that had been passed down through generations. I could feel it flickering inside me, waiting to be unleashed. With a deep breath, I let it out, allowing the warmth to spread through me. The fog recoiled, hissing as the flames began to burn it away. But then I saw it—a figure, monstrous and twisted, surrounded by the fog. It turned its hollow eyes on me and let out a bone-chilling scream. “Leave!” it roared, its voice echoing in my mind.

His eyes blazed with fury, but he was momentarily off balance, his malevolent presence faltering as he struggled to maintain his footing. Ronan and Dynaris pressed their advantage, their combined flames intensifying as they sought to overwhelm Khaos's defenses. The air was filled with the stench of burning metal and the sound of crackling flames, as the two dragons poured all their might into the attack. The sounds of Khoas’s agonizing screams echoed through the throne room, mingling with the roar of the flames and the acrid smell of burning metal. Khaos's armor cracked and shattered, its dark, twisted plates crumbling to the ground as the dragon's flames seared through the metal, scorching

“Give me your fire, don’t fight it. Feed it into me.” She shot me a look, uncertain, but then thrust her palm over my Sigil. Heat surged down my arm, wild and golden, and I nearly choked on it. Dragonfire wasn’t meant to be carried by anything human, not even Everley blood. But I refracted it through my runes, splitting the current into shards of light. They bent around the golem’s chest, flaring off its etched lines, until the fire no longer fueled the construct but burned beneath its plates. The creature bellowed as the seams cracked. “Hit the joints!” I shouted.

I hurl a wave of dragonfire, and he counters with a spiral of molten ash. We dance. Flame meets flame and every strike tests me. My breath shortens. My vision narrows. He lands a blow... just barely... scorching my arm. Pain flares, but I twist, channeling the Crown. My body glows. I summon the new fire language. I don’t just speak it, I become it. “**Ignis Aeterna.**” Light explodes from me. Not just heat, not just magic but pure fire. He falls back, shielded only by instinct.

Swoosh! After Flaming Qilin finished his words, a terrible water column suddenly rose from the sea, like a water dragon that rushed toward Flaming Qilin with violent power. Flaming Qilin roared angrily. He raised his head and released a terrifying streak of red flames that smashed into the water dragon. With a sizzling sound, water and fire met each other, and a large amount of steam rose in the air. However, the huge body of Flaming Qilin was moving backward. His huge claws caused four deep gullies on the ground.

The Ma’vhor screamed. Between the vise-grip of the Dragon’s teeth and the sustained blast of flame, the unnatural beast’s body was not invulnerable. Ghaeron put every last ounce of strength his jaw muscles possessed to work, and he jerked his head sideways as his flame died out. Scorched flesh tore, and then Ghaeron was momentarily off-balance as there was a sudden release. The Ma’vhor’s head came away from its body. The Dragon flapped upward, watching as the headless body twisted and fell. He lost sight of the severed head, and the lifeless body smashed into the trees on the slopes below the Citadel.

Chase asked. “The darker the shade, the stronger the beast,” Elder Victor said. “Do not question Typhon’s decision, this bond is for life,” Abeloth said and merged with me once again. “As with the merging of your dragon Sire Lucas, these two gray dragons are immensely powerful and yet their names would suggest that they are warriors as well, Brantley means fire and Abeloth means the creator of chaos,” Elder Michael said as they noted our dragons down in the books. “Thank you Elders,” Lucas said and I watched Chase’s face.

Dracula fired back, and there was silence. "Please everyone, I am still the Alpha's daughter. No matter what happens, And with my new powers and the Lycan kingdom becoming one of our families, we will be a great fortress that no one or group can defeat. The demons, vampires, humans, and dragons all won't be able to harm us at all. We won't live in fear anymore, and...

He jumped down from the roof of the residential building like a humanoid flame, launching a charge head-on. Each step was a footprint of fire with heightened fighting intent. His two fists were like bursting incendiary bombs, carrying a terribly high temperature. The faster he ran, the more he moved as if a string of fire was behind him. "Water Dragon Scroll!" "Wood Dragon Binding!" As they ran, Colby and Hannah simultaneously shouted, each holding out their right hands. The other parts of Colby's body did not change significantly, but a light blue water stream emerged from his palm, like a winding water dragon more than 10 meters long, quickly ensnaring Alexander.

Could it be, they are after one person at a time? Snow was already wounded by a powerful fox, and now Nayara is being targeted by another powerful group of werewolves. If we look at this angle, the enemy is using the people of their team to get rid of them one by one. In a grave voice, Oliver said, “Contrary to what the immortals know that Fire Dragons rule all the dragons, there are devil dragons that we don’t know the existence of. I only knew it after getting to the dark side.”