Novel & Cerita Darkness Of Dragons Wings Of Fire

"I would never let you die." Hope whispered to me. Then she let go of me and stood beside me with a corner smile, confident, she made a simple motion with her hand and that reddish shape spread further, like wings, but not just any wings, they were Dragon wings. As the wings passed through the shadows and places a bluish flame appeared and began to burn everything that wasn't solid. I could tell the shadows were writhing and screaming, they were screams of agony as they were consumed, the runes of protection disappeared and the magic that was in the place dissipated, but these flames didn't hit us, it was as if the people who were with me were immune to them.

He could feel the sweat beading on his forehead as he drew close, the sting of the saltwater in his eyes as the droplets caught in his eyelashes on their passage down to his cheeks. “There is no pain,” she was as shocked by the development as he was. “The flames do not burn me.” He reached out carefully but could not touch the flames. They burnt as hot as dragon flame. “They do not burn me, but I can feel their heat,” he told her. “Flaming wings… That was… not what I expected.” “Me either,” she looked at him wild-eyed. “Do you suppose that I could…” “Yes,” he followed her gaze when she looked skywards. “Do it, Ember.”

Fuck it! I turn and rear up, flapping my wings with a high-pitched shriek as the fire erupts out of us. I direct it towards the retreating Lycans and they burn to ash. I look for her and she has vanished. Fucking coward! I look towards the dragon who rumbles at me; I hiss as I fly higher before diving at him, my mouth open and my talons out as I strike, biting and scratching at his scales, his blood coating the ground. When he roars and throws us off him.

I was bonded to one of the most ruthless and deadly Lycan of the territory and it had come with some power boosts. I turned back to the books I was reading and read closely on creatures of fire. The first book that I came across was called Beings of The Flame and it only showed and revealed information about dragons. It showed over four hundred types of species of fire breathing dragon from Wyrm dragons, to Arctic dragons, to Basilisk Dragons. I stopped reading because I felt the answers I was looking for had nothing to do with me being a dragon. I was a werewolf, through and through. I came across another extensive book called Creatures of Light and Night but it only spoke about winged crea

Scotch burned trail gold, obsidian devouring every swallow, power humming balanced edge. Night deepened, bodies orbiting with no collision, but collision was inevitable. His hand ghosted spine trace absent—shiver traitorous. "Sleep," he ordered, soft menace, pulling me into the lounge plush without resistance. No fuck tonight—torture purer, proximity dominance submission unspoken. Dreams twisted Rourke's snap, Darius's grin fading peace, Kenji's obsidian guarding shadows. Blood ties bound us, visceral, dark romance, an empire forged in violence and want.

He raised his right hand. Black fire raced across the back of his hand, ink twisting into a dragon unlike any I had ever seen. Its wings unfurled across his knuckles, its claws hooked deep into his flesh, and its eyes burned with a darkness that drank the surrounding light. The living mark writhed beneath his skin as though the creature were trying to claw its way free. Pain exploded through my wrist. A gasp escaped me as the Dragon Mark beneath my sleeve ignited. Crimson light burst through the fabric, bright enough to stain the chamber scarlet.

Dragons | Dark romance | Hate to love | Stockholm Syndrome | Slave | Psychopath | Spicy When Hazel accidentally presses the wrong button on her father's invention, she is transported to another realm. A realm with mythical creatures, a realm where dragons exist. She is captured straight away and imprisoned by the King of Dragons as slave. The dragon inside Zyndrahr already knows it. His new slave is his most valuable possession he has ever owned. But no dark ruler will bend his knees to a mere human. He hates her, despises her, but can't seem to get rid of her. She speaks weird words and does things to strange, she doesn't seem from this time. Zyndrahr keeps her as a slave and for

Ash and smoke smeared the horizon, a black tide rolling across the kingdom’s once-green hills. Serenya stood at the edge of Dawnspire’s ruined battlements, her cloak whipping in the furious wind. The sky itself seemed split, torn open by wings—fiery wings that beat with the rhythm of thunder. Dragons.

Lulu “I really want to get you out of here, but I can’t do it yet.” Instead of looking for a way out, I kept my hand on those dark crimson wings. The dragon winced, a low rumble vibrating from its chained throat. The moment my palm touched its cracked scales, a surge of visions slammed into my mind. My sight blurred. I saw shadows—dozens of black-robed figures surrounding this magnificent creature. Thick, toxic magical flames roared around them. I tried to focus, to make out their faces, but they were nothing more than distorted silhouettes, flickering behind waves of heat.

*Roar* The Winged Serpent roared sheepishly as it slowly retreated under the majestic aura of the fiery apparition slowly taking form before it. It knew this creature. It was modeled after this creature and it aspired to one day become this creature. “Ignis Draco!” For this creature was a fire dragon! It was nothing but a conjured image from flames, but its aura and power felt so real that the Winged Serpent dared not stare at it too long. “True Flames”