Dragon's Wrath Novels & Stories

‘A crispy snack, that is,’ my wolf snickers. There are a few things that can kill a vampire. Dragon fire is one of those things. ‘Too bad Trent doesn’t blow fire but thunders.’ I don’t have a lot of experience with dragons, but Trent, Voros’ dragon, can easily tear apart a vampire in two. His power is that of the electric storm, making him one of the rarest dragons out there. Fire dragons are the most common ones, followed by ice and earth. Voros has never used his power since coming here, but he has been building up a storm for a few weeks now. The grey clouds covering the sky day and night are mostly Voros doing, and when we are gone, a much needed rain will flood this valley. With a bit o

The end of the world smelled of sulfur and crushed violets. Princess Saoirse, the last true blood of the Dragon Kings, stood before the cracked vanity mirror in the servant’s quarters. Her hands trembled violently as she destroyed her birthright. The paste—a foul mixture of river mud, crushed walnut shells, and soot—felt cold and slimy against her scalp. Outside, the sky was bleeding. The Dragon Kingdom of Aethelgard, a realm of glass spires and singing winds, was dying. It wasn't dying quietly. It was screaming under the iron treads of the Empire’s war machines.

“You’re thinking about war.” Brie didn’t deny it. “The Draynor could end the Dawlya,” she said softly. “Not slowly. Not surgically. Completely.” She lifted her gaze to the sky, imagining it darkened with wings. “They have no dragons. No air superiority. No real defenses against coordinated dragon fire. We could burn every stronghold, every council hall, every ritual site they have. End a war that’s lasted longer than most histories remember.” Max remained silent, but his attention sharpened.

They’ve arrived… The deafening sound of several dragons fills the air before the dome cracks, making Nefzaan turn sharply just as the entire thing comes down and a squad of dragons dive into our midst. Fire, air, earth and water clash as my men and allies join us with the barrier broken. ‘Fall back! This is not over Agnarr! You will all pay!’ Nefzaan snarls as he glares down at me from high up in the sky. The sword is still wedged in his eye and blood drips from his side where I had used the ancient dragon fire… he might figure it out… but I had no option but to protect her. “It is not over until I bathe in your blood!’ I shoot back my voice filled with hatred and rage.

The heavens turned molten white, not with sunlight, but with Merenrys' grief, as golden tears slid from her one dragon eye. Vraeleth rose to meet her, black wings shredding through the storm. The void burned in her veins like a devouring light. She lunged at Merenrys, shrieking. The sky blazed hot. But this was not a battle. It was annihilation. Merenrys struck once and her talons tore through the hordes of demon Dragons. Her flames melted them instantly, disintegrating in a single sweep. Vraeleth’s scream bled through realms, her form unraveling from the burns she had received and the pressure of Merenrys' power. Her hordes' ashes scattered into sparks that rained across the world like fall

Clouds began to gather overhead, forming shapes that took on the fierce and powerful presence of a dragon. That was it—the ultimate skill, the Dragon Emperor’s Wrath, was beginning to charge up. “Oh no, she’s using the Dragon Emperor’s Wrath!” “Ophelia, the Dragon Emperor’s Wrath takes ten minutes to charge. Do you think we’ll give you that chance?” “Attack!” The three Dragon Kings realized the gravity of the situation and attacked with all their might.

His wings spread wide, feathers shimmering like liquid gold, ready to defend the innocent and uphold the balance of the realms. Flame curled around Wrath's frame, a living, breathing entity that danced and flickered with his every movement. The inferno cast eerie shadows, highlighting the sharp angles of his face and the fierce determination in his molten eyes. His power was raw, untamed, a force of nature that refused to be contained or controlled.

The monster's body looked weak. “Draco, holy flame! Now!" cried Edmund for guidance. Draco waved the fire dragon wings he was wearing. He was fully concentrated. “Urvath! Holy Flamdro,” said Draco. “Urvath, Holy Flame.” The dragon flaming wings on Draco's back fluttered rapidly and released the flames with a white light in the center of their core. The flames quickly wrapped around the monster's body, which was already weak and in pain from the healing water. The sword beast's body burned to the ground to become dust, causing black smoke to soar and a hissing sound that hurt the ears.

Following a burst of golden light, Dragon's Wrath appeared in his hand. "Kill!" Chu Xun shouted. This time, he went in for the kill instead of avoiding the light beams. He hacked an oncoming beam of blood-red light with his blade. The Dragon's Wrath was a majestic sight with its bright golden glow. The phantom of Tao Wu was wandering down the blade with shocking power. Boom! An ear-deafening explosion resounded as Chu Xun blew up the blood-red light beam with his blade. The aftershock of the explosion spread violently.

She asked, not knowing if it really mattered, but she hoped that it would help. Vivienne answered, “Xander Voidwalker, dragon of void, Lucian Lightbrighter, dragon of light, Darius Stone, dragon of Earth, Cassius Stromrider, dragon of Storm, Kieran Frost, dragon of Ice, Lean Blackthorn, dragon of Shadow and Kai Morrison, dragon of fire.” The names resonated through Maya like a physical force, each striking a different chord within her. She swayed, overwhelmed by the sudden influx of sensations—her newly awakened dragon nature responding to each male in ways her human mind couldn't process.