Colossus: The Fire Dragon Novels & Stories

Thick chains constructed of pure darkness shot out from his hands, tugging at the grass and dirt as he dragged them. Another explosion of crackling flame burst from the muzzle of the mother dragon, fast and calculated in a way I hadn’t expected. Apollo and Helios had no choice but to dive to the side, behind a charred stall full of ovens and display cases. The blast of flame clipped the stall and clung to the dry wood.

A deep, ancient growl echoed from the void. Selene and Nyra froze, swords lowered. Selene’s eyes narrowed. “No… this can’t be.” Nyra steadied her breath. “The prophecy... ” she whispered; “Mother of Ruin… Daughter of Flame… The sky cracks…” From the breach descended something beyond magic, an ancient presence, older than gods. A colossal form, coalescing from storm clouds: a dragon wrought of lightning and shadow, wings spanning the horizon. Its eyes glowed molten white; its roar shook the very foundations.

Linking my arm through Jade’s I began pulling her along to follow the boys. “Come on, try to get there before the sun starts coming up.” We met up with the guys, which Kellan had already shifted into a large green Dragon, but while he was magnificent, it wasn’t nearly as impressive as Cyran’s Dragon. Once we were all settled on Kellan’s Dragon, luggage and all, Kellan spread his gigantic wings and flapped them a few times before taking off into the night sky.

My fated mate shut me out of our bond for the ninety-ninth time just as the last spark of dragonfire inside me began to die. I walked into the Oath Hall of Obsidian Keep alone. Black stone stretched beneath my feet, cold enough to bite through my slippers, and every step made the cracked channels around my dragon core grind deeper into my chest. “I’m here to renounce the Obsidian Court and dissolve my life-bond with the Dragon Lord.” The clerk took in my bloodless face and lowered his voice. “Lady Ashton, once I set the seal, the Court will no longer be required to protect you. Are you certain?” My dragonfire had been unstable since birth, leaving me weaker than most dragonkin. When I was te

I stop what I’m doing and walk to her face. “Did you just breathe fire, Cyryl?” ‘I told you it would be soon,’ she says proudly. Bynjym begins clucking at her and she lifts her face to his, crooning happily. “Did she hurt you, Bynjym?” I ask. ‘A dragon’s fire cannot hurt another dragon. We are immune, even if our riders are not,’ he says. “What about the hatchlings?” I ask, speaking out loud as I begin scratching another spot on Cyryl’s neck. Since she won’t allow anyone else to touch her accept Ryuki, the two of us divide our time scratching her flaking skin.

Adam took the first lunge, digging his teeth into Creed’s back, he roared out, wrapping his long neck around to take a bite out of Adam's red scales. Creed pulled at Adam’s neck, pulling so hard, scales dropped into the dirtied snow. Adam whimpered but did not surrender. The fire burned in Adam’s chest again, ready to release his own flame. He turned his back. A risky move to expose your dragon belly, but it was the only choice Adam had. Head rearing back, buried in the snow underneath his tongue, his igniting fluid sprayed before his fire could leave his mouth. Creed took this as the opportunity to release his own fire, pushing the fluid back into Adam’s mouth. Creed’s fire erupted inside o

, he paused. “So, I’m narrating and the both of you are cuddling”, he said jokingly and everyone looked at Bruno and Enola and they separated from each other. ‘As I was saying’, he continued, “So, Omek observed a secret. He noticed that the goddess had something called heart of the river, it looked like a small staff. Without that staff, the goddess would turn to water and the water would overflow. He didn’t know about this issue because when he asked the goddess, the goddess lied that without the staff, she turns to human and the sacrificed victims regains their freedom.

****** In Adistaktos, her palace waited. Built upon a ridge of cloudstone that glowed from within, The Palace of Flames rose in towering arcs of crimson stone, the walls pulsing faintly as if alive, veins of molten light running through the marble’s heart like fire trapped beneath glass, from its spires fell harmless rain of fire—soft ribbons of living flame that shimmered in the air. Around the highest part of the tower, a dragon sigil carved from pure diamond revolved slowly, its core glimmering with threads of gold and crimson light. Inside, the halls blazed with life. Gold chandeliers poured light across mosaics of war—dragons devouring armies, skies burning with conquest. Every inch of

"Don't look down!" Tristan gritted his teeth and pulled himself up. Don't look down. Don't look down. He looked down. Below them, the white expanse of the tundra was broken by a chaotic scene of fire and smoke. The Mammoth was roaring across the ice, its treads churning up a storm of snow. Its steam-cannons were firing rhythmically, blue blasts of energy slamming into the Citadel’s outer shields. The fortress was firing back. Massive green beams of Aether-plasma streaked from the towers, carving trenches in the ice. The Mammoth swerved and drifted, Vane driving the fifty-ton machine like a sports car.

Perhaps it is the accumulation of his karma of the past. For Kurai on the other hand, his is more tragic. As he keeps reading, he looks strained. Kurai's first life as the first Red Dragon or rather his original epithet the Southern Sea King, is a tyrant. He goes on rampages, kills and ravages villages and lands and is the most destructive of the four Dragons. Cai Kang's past life did not have any hubris and continues to be benevolent while the other three have crimes of their own. His is the worst though.