Dragon Chronicles Fire And Ice Novels & Stories

Mostly people said her hair looked like flames of fire. Miranda was not any less better looking than her sister. She had beautiful long dark hair that complimented her bright blue eyes. Her eyes were so clear that looking into them made one feel as if they could see Miranda's soul! Miranda had a pair of long beautiful slender legs that made her look like a super model.

“You are so beautiful, dark dragon,” Madchen reached her arms around his neck, never wavering her gaze. “As are you, Madchen, and I love you,” Drago crashed his lips onto hers, searing her mouth with his passion.Black wings erupted from his back, engulfing Madchen in a cocoon of protection. He didn’t care that he was standing stark naked in front of his gathering family, all he cared about was that Madchen accepted him for what he was, a dragon who had found his mate.

It's the reason the curse of one-hundred-thousand years will bring me pain until those years have passed. I am the last direct descendant of Drakon, the dragon who caused the curse. My father was his brother. I alone should pay for Drakon's sins, but the Goddess is vengeful. I've watched all the dragons die but the four of us. Then watched my three remaining brother dragons suffer with the pain of losing their brides again and again. It's fitting that I loved Meagan so deeply, and I will love my next bride in the same way. Fire rises in my throat and I let it slice over the water that has accepted my bride as gift. Now the long years of loneliness begin again. And I will survive because drag

The dragon, undaunted by my efforts, unleashed a torrent of scorching flames, causing the very air to shimmer and distort with its blistering heat. Amidst the chaos, my eyes flared with blinding light, channeling the elements as I unleashed a torrential downpour that doused the dragon's fiery breath and bathed the battlefield in a deluge of water and ice, a dragon opposite natural element. The red dragon recoiled, its furious roars echoing through the clearing as it struggled against the newfound elements working against it.

Rori was not afraid of Murdok or his fire, and rather than try to shield herself from either attack, she put her hands out in front of her and willed the dragon’s fire to overtake Henry. As the flames rolled past Rori she expected to endure the scorch and sizzle of the blaze, but instead it was only a soft warm displacement of air as Henry screamed in agony. Murdok closed his majestic mouth and as Henry flailed in pain and fire, Rori watched in horror as he grabbed Alma, and she too caught fire. Rori screamed and grabbed for her mother, but Henry grabbed them both and as he began to chant in some language Rori couldn't understand she started to feel a heavy weight inside her rib cage, it wa

She smelt of rain. Misha always smelt of flowers. She... She smelt of rain. Suddenly, Axel wished it was raining. * The two figures came closer, Fire and Ice, with the moon shining at both of them, glad that they would meet under Her watchful gaze, smiling when the two clashed finally and would prove once and for all, the power of love itself. Let the magic begin.

“I think it’s time for YOU to be claimed, fire dragon! You need to be taught some manners!” “Kenna, NO!” Yhendorn says, reaching out to me. I know he would have protected me, but I don't need his protection. I am the daughter of the mighty fire dragon and the last Lycan. I see the three other dragons in the room shove their riders behind their backs, just as I unleash my fire on the despicable prince. The elves without dragons all dive out of the path of my fire. I’m sure they’ll have scorch marks, burns that will no doubt leave scars. Good, let them remember what it means to take on a fire dragon.

It was almost time for the event to round up when a loud noise was heard across Gardiana. Elena and Elvenia immediately follow up with the noise bringing them to a tall hill to see a hot bubbling volcano and to their surprise they see a red flaming dragon spitting out fire in range. Elena decides to calm down the dragon but gets flamed up. Instead of getting burnt by the flames she was able to absorb the flame entirely which turned her ice powers to be mixed with flames as she gets ready to give a huge blast at the fiery beast. A battle of ice and fire who will it be? Elena or the dragon? A/N

It's a beautiful sight. "Wow," Arianna lips hung. Brigid cleared her throat continuing to read. "Pyrrhos, by contrast, was a realm of fire and might, governed by the Dragon Goddess Drakora. Her chosen, the Ouroboros, bore crescent marks on their necks, with silver hair and eyes as bright as molten flames. These warriors commanded the power of fire, bonded to majestic dragons who soared through blazing skies.” Arianna heart stopped. What the hell?!

“Give me your fire, don’t fight it. Feed it into me.” She shot me a look, uncertain, but then thrust her palm over my Sigil. Heat surged down my arm, wild and golden, and I nearly choked on it. Dragonfire wasn’t meant to be carried by anything human, not even Everley blood. But I refracted it through my runes, splitting the current into shards of light. They bent around the golem’s chest, flaring off its etched lines, until the fire no longer fueled the construct but burned beneath its plates. The creature bellowed as the seams cracked. “Hit the joints!” I shouted.