Duncan Firebreather Novels & Stories

“Then I’m coming with you.” “You’re injured.” “I can still fight.” “And slow me down,” I replied. She stared at me for a long moment. Then she sighed heavily. “If you die, I’m bringing you back just to kill you myself.” I almost smiled. “I won’t die.” But inside, I knew this was dangerous. Duncan was the strongest rogue in this region. He wanted to unite all rogues under him and call himself Rogue Alpha. Many feared him. And he had been obsessed with me since the first time he saw me.

He just told me again to give him time, and then he hung up before I could push any further, before I could demand something he clearly wasn't ready to give. I sat alone in the dark conference room for a long time after that, staring at my own reflection in the black glass of the window, turning the pieces over and over until a shape I didn't want to see finally started to form out of the fog. Duncan had appeared in my life exactly when I needed a friend most, right after the prison fire nearly destroyed everything I had left in the world. He'd never once asked me for anything in return, not money, not favors, nothing but my trust, freely given, over and over, for four straight years without

Then came the fury of the Dragon King as the door glowed blood red, flames licking under the door in fury as Ragnar came completely undone. "Give me my mate!" Bellowed Ragnar's dragon as the ground underneath the door began to heat up through the onslaught of Dragonfire. The building's foundations began to shake as they protested against the assault they were under, and Matilda began to chant, furiously moving her hands about.

’ He began muttering to himself some unfamiliar phrases, and Dorcus looked curiously at him. “I would like very much to be rid of that wretched fowl," he told her straightly. She nodded and began to follow suit. After a short while, he turned up his palm and watched in deep appreciation and awe as a small flame appeared and began to grow. At the start, it was no larger than a coin, but the flame began to dance and move until it became alive. The fire circled and spun in his hand until it came to resemble a small turtle dove, its wings and body fashioned of burning light.

she croaked tauntingly. Xander got enraged to the core, shifting into his huge beast. This time, his speed and power were at their peak. Fire seemed to be roaming around him, and there were red pairs of wings spreading out from his back. He grew in size and all his muscles popped out. His eyes were burning like a lake of fire. "You are another hybrid from Lena's pack, too?" I saw the fear in Diane's eyes as she muttered those words, fluttering her eyes as she rested on Xander.

Duncan thumbed his chin, wondering what he would do. He snapped his fingers, going close to the bush and whispering, "I am Duncan Mirthon, mate of Erin Grendel, the one who-" Before he could finish his sentence, the vine struck his cheek, slicing his skin. Duncan hissed, jumping out of the way, feeling his blood dribble down his cheek. "Damn it!" He exclaimed under his breath at the pain that bit his skin. He sat on a small rock, until he remembered he was invisible and could easily sneak into the kingdom.

It was his favorite form of attack. Ultimately, I lost my temper and singed Duncan’s forearm in the process. He had seen me spiral out of control and instinctively moved forward to protect me from Fire. Instead, he had burned himself. His yell of pain quickly sobered me and pushed me to refocus my intentions with Fire. I closed the circle and ended the lesson to attend to his wound. “Christ, the hair burned off,” I heard him mumble. “Please… at least let me put some cream on it.”

“I understand. So, your night is ruined then?” Dillon could feel the urge to tease his best friend. But he still tried to stop himself. “Yes.” Dillon let out a soft chuckle, and if someone might see him, they couldn’t believe that he could laugh and smile. “Her fear is visible in her eyes.” “I see,” Dillon said faintly. Drake pinched the bridge of his nose and massaged his temple. “I see her strong aura on the outside, but she’s weak on the inside. I wonder what her wolf looks like.”

Duncan stared at Sam with a stern expression. — Sam, you’re gonna tell me where your boss is hiding. He must be incredibly safe in his hiding place, considering the orders to burn down my properties keep coming without ceasing. - Duncan exclaimed with determination, his voice charged with relentless intensity, as he searched for the answers he longed for. He seemed to be a former soldier, did not tremble in torture, nor did he seem afraid. And Duncan was prepared for that too. - You won’t talk, will you? - The man spat blood on your face at that moment.

I stand rooted to the spot, a silent witness to the unfolding spectacle, my heart pounding in my chest. As I watch in awe, Thrystan conjures his own flames, crafting them into a sinuous ribbon of fire reminiscent of a dragon's coil. With practiced precision, he sends the fiery tendril hurtling towards the assailants, ensnaring them in its fiery embrace. The flames do not scorch their flesh, but bind them in place, rendering them powerless and petrified. In that moment, it becomes clear – Thrystan is not merely a Scorcher; he possesses the legendary Dragonfire within him.