Novel & Cerita Darkness Of Dragons Wings Of Fire

I fell into fire. The dream came like a memory already half-lived. Seraphine stood at the center of a battlefield wreathed in flame. Her silver-scaled armor gleamed beneath a burning sky as fire rained from above, dragons screaming through the clouds like living storms. Her wings were not feathered but woven of light and molten gold, veined like stained glass as they unfolded with a snap that split the world in two. Her eyes, my eyes, burned like suns. Around her, shadows moved—soldiers and traitors, blood and ash, all blurring into one. She screamed a name I couldn’t understand, and the magic answered. The ground cracked. The heavens opened. And still she stood. I watched her fall. Not in d

she sobbed. The Burn had tormented dragons for over two decades. Many dragons have lost their families to the terrible blight. No one knew how it started, or how to cure it. We just knew it killed. The Burn gets triggered when a Dragon tries to take their shifted forms. All Dragon Shifters can breathe fire in their shifted forms, which makes us immune to fire. But The Burn turns a Dragon fire against them, making them burn from the inside out. The only way to avoid succumbing to the plague is to not shift, essentially denying us the right to be ourselves. It's easier for adult dragons to fight the urge to shift, but it's way harder for dragons in transition.

Raven’s breath quickened as her hands reached instinctively for the dagger at her hip, but before she could draw it, a spark of fire split the night. The figure froze mid-stride. The shadows curled around them, recoiling like frightened animals, as a roar that shook the very air tore through the forest. Raven stumbled back, eyes wide, staring at the impossible. From the heart of the trees, a shape emerged. Massive wings, scales that shimmered like molten bronze, claws that gleamed sharper than obsidian, eyes blazing with golden fire was the full form of Malrik, the dragon. The ground quaked beneath him as he stepped forward, his roar echoing into the mountain peaks, shaking the leaves from t

His lips parted. “Forgive m—” The word broke apart with his breath, his eyes dimmed as his fire guttered out. The desert's sky was aflame with war Lastly, Merenrys saw her last born, Feglr, move through like a the wind. His roar rolled for leagues, fire streamed from his jaws in ribbons thick as rivers, curling through the enemy ranks. Each burst turned the horizon into a burning sea of wings and screech. Suddenly, the air grew heavy, the light bending until even Feglr’s fire seemed to drown in it. Then the temperature dropped—so fast his breath froze mid-flame. The demon dragons above tore apart, and something vast stepped through.

Not natural. Not contained. Devastating. A dragon. Massive. Winged. Burning like the sun itself decided to take form and descend. My men don’t even have time to scream. The fire hits them. Consumes them. Erases them. Gone. I move. Fast. Barely avoiding the second wave. Heat slams into me anyway. Burning. Tearing. I land hard. Roll. Come up on one knee. Breathing heavier than I should be.

Somehow Henry avoids the blows and hangs on. My vision is bleary and I catch only a small burst of light from the egg before it's surrounded by Drakon's massive claws. He launches from the tower floor and I have only one alternative. And, it must happen before Drakon is too high. My dragon fire will not harm our son. This is so we may breathe fire and heat the egg as needed. With a loud scream, I release everything I have. I know what will happen, but the reality is much worse. Henry's body ignites and his mouth opens in a silent scream. Drakon is thrown against the wall, but retains hold on the egg. I pull myself up and using my last reserves, I launch into the air. I'm not quick enough and

Seething, she lowers herself to the ground with such force that it sends tremors, displacing us to the ground. She screams some more chants, and more demons emerge from the shadows. I gasped incredulously, noticing that they were demons. We were taught they had been driven out of the realm eons ago, but now they're back. I shuddered with disgust. I shift my attention back to the dark witch. Dark magic is used to bring them back and control them as they advance on us. We all quickly recovered from the fall, and out of nowhere, Zayla’s Parents shifted into their humongous red dragons, their red scales shimmering in the afternoon sun. Zayla’s mom darted into the air with incredible speed like a

She is still working on an unconscious Lothaire. Taking his condition to mind, Willow stepped out, arming herself to the teeth. She has everything that she may need on her now. That is... what she can carry. Dusk fell slowly, bringing the sense of doom with it. The sky turned a fiery orange as if alerting all underneath, it to be wary of this day before changing to a darker shade. "It's time," Willow muttered under her breath, standing straight, looking at the horizon as it slowly clouded with people.

This is the end—that's my initial thought before I hear a roar coming from behind me. I bend my neck, blinking at the sudden fire blasting out of nowhere, forcing the wolves to jump out of the way. The wolves seem to be staring at something, and I follow their gazes, holding my breath when I find an enormous dragon standing right behind me. But it's no ordinary dragon—instead of scales covering its entire body, flames and fire burst from its core. It's entirely black, with leather-clad wings and regular claws. Its eyes, however, are demonic, and its entire underside is on fire, crackling like the pits of hell.

I’m just human. I’ve heard the name “Black Dragon” in every dangerous mission. All of them succeeded. I wasn’t even aware that he is younger than me. But now, upon knowing him, I know I felt jealous or envious of him. I know jealousy won’t help in the kind of job I have. Se7en always say, “Don’t allow jealousy to enter your heart and mind. It will become a monster that will devour and destroy you anytime.” I always tried to follow it though I know I don’t need it before because I’m the best of Dark Knight. But now that Black Dragon arrived, I dunno if I can still obey it. I sighed and glanced at him. *End of Flashback*