Fire Breathing Dragon Bible Novels & Stories

The sky gave into my powers as a lightning storm brewed. I chanted ancient incantations I wasn't aware of, weaving a protective barrier around me as flames and searing heat washed over me from the dragon's breath. My eyes narrowed with concentration as I bolstered my magical defenses, pushing against the relentless onslaught of the dragon's fiery assault. The dragon, undaunted by my efforts, unleashed a torrent of scorching flames, causing the very air to shimmer and distort with its blistering heat.

She blinked back a few tears and nodded. He pushed all else from his mind, focusing on saving more lives, and took off at a trot for the entrance to Great Olympian Hall. But just as he was set to ascend the main steps, a dazzling and terrifying display of light filled the sky. He stepped back to better grasp the spectacle and his mouth dropped. A moving, convulsing snake-like fire had shot straight into the sky as if it were a tornado in reverse. Only this was no natural phenomenon. James’s chest clenched with despair because he knew of only one person or entity capable of creating the devastating fire: Oliver Burton.

I warn. As Flavius continues farther into the room, the SpitFires begin to crowd him, taking in his scent. These dragons, though small compared to me, are the size of large horses. Their tails flicker back and forth as they continue to sniff him. Flavius wades through the crowd of dragons until he comes upon a SpitFire much smaller than the rest.

The voice in my ear can barely be heard over the sound he makes. “Use it Xander. Breathe. Dragon. Use the love you have to replace the love you lost” Derrick screams. The words barely make since to me but apparently my dragon understands completely. I watch as he pushes to his feet as he continues to release the golden flames without the roar.

Their screams and cries were loud and piercing. Those that weren't burnt, tried to retreat, turning around and running. But it was useless. Keeping Harris under his body, the dragon stepped forward as he took another deep breath in. His neck extends forward again as he roars. Flames once more shoot out of the dragon's mouth as his head turns right to left, incinerating the enemies in its path. Draven steps to the side and looks down at the torn body of his mate. Harris looks up at Draven with a soft smile on his lips.

Excited chatter was all around us. “COME FORTH, TYPHON!” A loud whoosh sound was heard, as if someone had tossed gasoline onto the fire. In the middle of the pit floating above the flame was a man on fire. Huge wings were spread out to his sides. His handsome features were breathtaking. This must be Typhon. Oohs and aahs were sounding all around me. Excited dragons moved closer to the pit trying to catch a better look at the dragon god.

Mane flew towards Dragon King Bast with the armored dragon’s maws opened wide. “Illi, cuius nomen Summum est, vocatus es; veni, spiritus ignei imperatorii!” A large ball of fire made gathered within the dragon’s jaws. Dragon King Bast’s eyes opened wide when he saw this as his rage grew. The flames he saw were not yellow or Mane’s signature blue, but red flames that carried the scent of blood! As that fire ball formed, his desperation reached its zenith.

He casually laid back on the bed and adjusted the sheets and as his eyes caught hers he gave her a wink. “Dragons do not exist.” “Are you sure? I am quite sure there is on standing right in front of me.” “Unless you have started seeing things, I don’t have scales nor do I breathe fire.” She looked like she was trying to figure out if he was simple or making a joke. “No your skin matches the exquisiteness that can only be attributed to that of a goddess.” “My point stands I do not breathe fire.” “My burnt hand begs to differ.” “The fire wasn’t from inside me. That is not possible.”

“I wanted peace, I talked to him about peace, but he rejected it. I have lost too much already to just let it go. My people have lost their lives in this war. I will be a fool if I just accept peace now and let the instigator of this war live. Nay, I shall never settle for that.” “I understand,” the voice said. “You have indeed endured at the hands of Ramiel, and you indeed sought peace. I know your being more than anybody in this world. Were you at fault in what happened ten thousand years ago, you would have willingly laid down your life to protect your people. I know how much killing Namiel weighed on you, I know how much you wished you had not used your fire that day. But you had no idea

However, the Dragon was incapable of speaking, and even if it could, it wouldn't speak anyway, because just as Chaos, it was eager to fight, to avenge its children that were being slaughtered, and to… prove how strong it was, as he saw Chaos as an immense challenge, the same way the young vampire dragon saw the blazing fire dragon as a challenge. Belphegor and Abyss glanced with expectation… whoever did the first movement would have an advantage against the other! Chaos was eager to fight, rashly enhancing his body and rushing towards the Blazing Fire Dragon while releasing a loud roar, his jaws opened wide as he harbored a chaos-attribute breath, releasing it that very instant! However, for