Colossus: The Fire Dragon 소설 & 이야기

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.

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.

My faithful, heavier Wrench was stuck in my hand, but against what was in there dying sunlight lurked, he seemed like a toothpick. A wet, slipping noise echoed through the hall, followed by a hollow, gurgling breaths. I risked a look over the edge of the steel bench. The stomach turned around me. It was not an animal. And it wasn't a controlled Apex like Kael. It was what the Consortium with failed experiments. A fleshy, deformed Coloss, almost as wide as a van. His skin was ashamed, in places through

Declan was taking cover, returning fire, shouting orders to my men. And then something crashed through the ceiling. A figure in black dropped through the ventilation grate like an avenging angel. Cat. It was Cat, and she was moving like pure violence—graceful, deadly, efficient. She fired two more darts from her gun, and two more men went down. She'd barely touched the ground before she was moving toward me, pulling me up from the chair. "We have to go," she said urgently. "Cat—" "No time. Come on."

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.

The honey lake, my sanctuary of warmth, was beginning to turn sluggish and cold, its golden surface filming over with a thin sheet of black ice that felt like needles against my skin. "The dragon!" Clovis cried out, her voice barely audible over the grinding of stone. High above, the blood-red dragon folded its massive wings and dropped like a falling star. It slammed into the Void-Beast just as the monstrosity tried to haul its bloated torso fully into our world. The impact was like a mountain collapsing. The dragon's talons sank into the beast's translucent flesh, and a blast of dragonfire—pure, white-hot heat erupted from its maw, illuminating the glade in a blinding flash.

****** 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