Darkness Of Dragons Wings Of Fire Novels & Stories

Brown eyes widened in shock at what she saw. "It's real," she breathed. There stood an enormous dragon, black scales shining in the dim lighting. It turned its head in her direction, crimson eyes sparkling like rubies. Smoke billowed from its nostrils as its quiet growl vibrated in Sophia's chest. The dragon attempted to move towards her, but the rattle of thick chains sounded and stopped the large creature's movements. Sophia took a step back, still in awe at the sight of the majestic mythical creature. The dragon existed; Sophia was dumbfounded. The beast stared at her; sharp teeth bared in her direction. This monster’s ability to put her in danger loomed in the back of her mind, but Sophi

The sword, my armor, and my wings all emanated white and rainbow light as I held fast against the black flame. As the flame died out, I lifted my armored head. The dragon's golden eyes blinked at me, almost surprised I was still standing. It raised its head for another large breath. The first shimmers of morning sun started to light the sky. I dove forward, or rather, I was dragged forward by the sword. The blade plunged into the breast of the beast.

Drake's POV Frustration simmered within me—I couldn’t get anywhere with Opal. No matter how much I tried, I couldn’t lay a finger on her to force the answers I needed. The cold wind bit at my skin as I trudged through the snow, summoning the heat of my magic. Flames roared to life, consuming the corpses. It was the least I could do—to pay my respects, as one dragon honoring another. Even if they weren’t pure dragons, but hybrids or even just half-dragons, it didn’t matter. The fire was a rite, a farewell.

In her vicious loud cry, a ginormous blast of inky black flames gushes out in a powerful surge. Blue sparks activate and act like precursors to the unimaginable destruction forthcoming upon the land below. Amid the chaotic incessant burst of black fire, I can faintly detect other abilities in use, letting me know the Omegas are initiating their roles, and I will my Chimera to go for a nose-dive through the sizzling flames that create an enormous fog of darkness around us. I keep my perception on paramount alert, getting my ear ridden with the vile cries of agony from the falling Darklings. As we plunge in deeper, I begin to pick up loud howls of the wolf warriors and my smirk grows wider.

THE LONGER the fight, the fire of madness will continue to rage higher, and it flames to the maximum of uncontrollable fight between two spawns of darkness. None of them are willing to give mercy nor chance to let one of them to live. Drakaina took two steps towards the pile of barrels where Kadita is hiding. Kadita is ready to launch her attack, but she waited more longer, she can’t risk her chance to live for Drakaina.

- Chris replied as a fireball appeared in his hand and was about to hit Selene's stomach with it. At this sight, Damon first felt a great anger inside, quickly turning into a fury. In an instant, an inhuman roar broke from his chest, and two huge black wings appeared behind his back, shooting upwards with a loud noise. Those wings were really huge, and as they fully developed, they began to beat the air with strong sweeping movements.

Khaos's armor cracked and shattered, its dark, twisted plates crumbling to the ground as the dragon's flames seared through the metal, scorching the Demon Lord's skin beneath. Khaos stumbled, his eyes wide with agony, as Ronan and Dynaris continued their relentless assault. The flames danced across his body, consuming his dark magic and weakening his defenses. The Dark Lord's screams grew louder, more desperate, as he realized his powers were dwindling, his control over the shadows faltering.

Ears twitched. A second later, the sky screamed. Something tore through the clouds above, wreathed in fire and shadow. Ekreth. He broke the heavens like a spear of flame. His dragon form was massive - larger than she remembered. His wings stretched wider than the valley, edged in burning gold. Scales glinted like obsidian, runes etched deep into his sides, glowing faintly with each beat of his wings. Fire licked at his maw, and his eyes - those terrible, beautiful eyes - glowed with fury.

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.

She flinched when she saw the shadow in the fire. "Kabir!" She mumbled. "Kabir!" She screamed and tried to run towards it but Damon quickly grabbed her and pulled back. "Mira!" He growled at her angrily as he held back tightly. "Come to your fucking senses, it's just a wild fire!" She flinched at his voice as it broke her trance. "I saw his shadow!... I swear." Her hands trembled as she pointed towards it. Damon looked back and it was just an illusion which flames created.