Colossus: The Fire Dragon Novels & Stories

Elder Michael said. “Of course Elder,” Megan said and stood up. I wasn’t permitted to go with her so I waited with Felix while Megan left with all three Elders into an adjoining room and I could feel the moment Kaida separated from Megan. She was a beautiful dragoness, silvery white in colour and about half the size of Abeloth, which made her a tad smaller than a violet dragon.

Emi inquired. "A Dragon Lord possesses longevity, for one. Take Lucian, for example. He will stop aging at thirty years old and won't resume aging for thousands of years," Visenya elaborated. "Additionally, Dragon Lords possess the ability to produce two types of fire: red and blue. Their red fire is like any other fire, capable of burning and destroying, but their blue fire possesses incredible healing capabilities." Emi's eyes widened with wonder as she contemplated the concept. "A fire that can heal?"

Lilith’s voice echoed, no longer a soft fourteen-year-old timid whisper, but a raspy, overlapping chorus of a thousand ancient, whispered voices. "An unrefined conduit pulse, an orphan named Vance, a frightened girl weeping in the rain... you made it so ridiculously easy for me, Leo Hayes. You opened the gate yourself." "You monster!" Colin yelled, his anger bursting past his shock. Colin’s copper wolf spirit roared to life. He thrust both palms forward, hurling a massive pillar of bright blue Dragon’s Flame straight down the hallway toward her! The heat was so intense it instantly boiled the moisture in the air!

Telagus roared, losing the calm composure he had previously, quickly closing his eyes and taking in a deep breath a second later in an attempt to prevent anger from overtaking his thoughts. “Very well, slow and painful it is then,” Fafnir growled happily, inhaling deeply before opening his mouth to allow green flames to pour out, swallowing Telagus. “No!” Rector yelled, reaching his hand out when he saw Fafnir engulf his wife’s body in dragon fire, he knew it would destroy Telagus, but also his wife as well. Once Fafnir stopped his cone of flames, a large cloud of black smoke floated away, revealing charred blackened sand and dirt, with Telagus still standing before them, smiling.

“And what is this?” “A tree of life, full of balls of dragonfire,” Drust answered simply. “What? You look as if you do not believe me. You asked and I answered.” Quintus nodded. “This is your reward for it all? Dragonfire, whatever that is?” Drust smiled at him. “You are bordering on daft, Roman. Dragonfire is like liquid flame, rolls and eats all in its way as it must. A spark of it can consume a human body. Imagine what a ball of it can do to an army?”

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.

Mane flew towards Dragon King Bast with the armored dragon’s maws opened wide. “Illi, cuius nomen Summum est, vocatus es; veni, spiritus ignei imperatorii!” A large ball of fire made gathered within the dragon’s jaws. Dragon King Bast’s eyes opened wide when he saw this as his rage grew. The flames he saw were not yellow or Mane’s signature blue, but red flames that carried the scent of blood! As that fire ball formed, his desperation reached its zenith.

The rage in its eyes could not be feigned, and the fury that was communicated by its voice left no chance for negotiation. Delores, the woman who stood between Kylie and the fire dragon, smiled slightly upon hearing the dragon’s remarks. She who wore a red robe that concealed even her neck and travelled all the way to her feet, revealing nothing but her unclad toes, only chuckled at the words of a being that could destroy the earth. She was a middle aged woman with hair as long as the silky sheets and To this woman who manipulated the elements as freely as a potter moulding clay into his desired shape, the words of the dragon were nothing but amusing.

This colossus, this taint, are a flame I must wield, a legacy to forge. The reborn world quakes, its radiant chasms boiling, their starlight streams chiming like breaking glass under the colossus’s tread. Elara’s vision grips me—she seals the nexus, a crystalline core hidden beneath the reborn world, but a shadowed figure, the keeper-king, vows to claim it, his ambition mirroring the oracle’s. My cosmic aura amplifies the chaos, my humanity slipping, Lena’s laughter a faint echo beneath Elara’s plea, Child, your light is the key. Theryn’s tainted aura pulses, their voice a hiss. “Aelys… the fragments lie beyond the colossus.” Zynara’s infection worsens, her void-dagger twitching, her voice a

Fenris yelled from the front. I looked out the reinforced window. The sky wasn't green anymore. It was **Black**. One of the Reaper ships had rebooted. But it wasn't firing spores. It was descending slowly, its obsidian hull transforming. It wasn't a ship anymore. It was becoming a massive, multi-legged **Colossus**, a metal god designed to crush anything that moved. And standing on the head of the Colossus, silhouetted against the dark sky, was a figure that made my heart stop.