Fire Dragon King Demolition Fist Novels & Stories

He could smell a dragon's scent faintly from below. "Over there!" he shouted. Jergintarth exerted his dragon firepower. His entire body was red hot like burning embers. He put his feet apart and stood firmly on his feet. Then, he put his hands high in the air and made a fist. A large fireball ignited on the tip of his fist. With one hard hit, Jergintarth swung his interlocked, clenched fists and threw the dragon fireball onto the floor. Crack! The floor crackled and scattered, and Jergintarth's fireballs shot downward rapidly as they perforated each floor to the very bottom, causing an explosion and pillars of fire that shot from the ground up.

Across one link. Then another. Then another. Emmy stood. Ignisvath rose beside her. They joined hands. Not because the magic demanded it. Because they chose to. The chain broke. The sound shook the Dragontooth Mountains. Xander roared. Caliana screamed. Dimitrius raised his staff. White fire erupted toward the ceiling. The broken chain fell. And from inside the First Flame— something stepped forward. A dragon. Not flesh. Not entirely. Made of white flame and black shadow.

Amelia POV Walking hurriedly into the building I look for Lord Wong. As one of the strongest dragon shifters, a made dragon, he was highly regarded in our community. Exceptionally powerful, smart, and loyal, he was one of Kal’s first made sons. Ruler of Eastern territories, he was also a head of First Dragon’s security detail team. Lord Wong was a legend, a ruthless and fair at the same time, somebody younger dragons, both born and made looked up to. His word, in Dragon Kingdom, was second only to Kal or Gabriel. “Lord Wong, I need your help” I mind link him. “I am in the observation room Amelia” comes his strong voice. Turning to the left I walk few paces to the glass door. Putting my hand

Adam took the first lunge, digging his teeth into Creed’s back, he roared out, wrapping his long neck around to take a bite out of Adam's red scales. Creed pulled at Adam’s neck, pulling so hard, scales dropped into the dirtied snow. Adam whimpered but did not surrender. The fire burned in Adam’s chest again, ready to release his own flame. He turned his back. A risky move to expose your dragon belly, but it was the only choice Adam had. Head rearing back, buried in the snow underneath his tongue, his igniting fluid sprayed before his fire could leave his mouth. Creed took this as the opportunity to release his own fire, pushing the fluid back into Adam’s mouth. Creed’s fire erupted inside o

Annabelle “These are all the documents?” I ask before grabbing the large envelope from the forger. I watch his beady eyes scan me as I open it and examine each one to make sure he isn’t trying to deceive me, but the crook is telling the truth. I sigh in relief. Everything I need to become the Dragon King’s surrogate is here: A new birth certificate, a fake lineage line, and a fake certificate of noble blood to boot- the most important one I need.

It wasn't the answer that should have been given, but it was the answer I had hoped for, I felt my the rush of power and with that intense feeling I barrelled towards them and at the same time they pulled out a shotgun. I dared a smile, on these fuckers clearly didn't learn from the arrow, I paced faster towards them and he pulled the trigger releasing a mist that brought me to my fucking knees. "What the fuck!" I rasped each breath feeling like pure agony. "Dragonsbane." Dylan said whilst putting on his mask. "Guess not even you can put up with that DRAGON KING!" The noxious fumes poured in crippling me and I laid useless on the floor as they kicked and bashed at me with their boots their l

Kallias spoke to his dragon but Xio sighed. I can't tame him Kallias. Xio replied. He is hungry. Kallias growled again and dragged his claws on the table. Moonlight poured into the room through the window and Theo roared again. Kallias’ bone cracked and fur crept out of the hair holes in his fingers and he fisted his hands, his claws dipping into his palms drawing out blood. Theo listen to me! Feed me! Theo thundered. His body now burned from within as sweat broke on his face.

“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

No sooner had the words left my lips than the doors to the hall were pushed opened and in came none other than Rihero Von Palestine, the Dragon King. He was dressed in all black from head to toe, with a black suite that had a golden dragon embroidered on the left side. He wore black pants and a black shirt underneath and his midnight black hair hung open to his hips. His dark eyes were completely devoid of light as he came to a stand in front of me and I couldn’t help but notice how we contrasted each other. Light and Darkness. Fire and Ice. “Happy eighteenth birthday, my Lady.” He gave a small bow before taking my outstretched arm and placing a kiss on the back of my hand. “You look stunnin

Zaykee replied and extended his smile even more. Without any hesitation, Zaykee disappeared to where he was standing and appeared under the King’s body with a fire covered in his right fist. “Take this!!” Zaykee shouted as he land his heavy fist at the king’s abdomen. With his gravity manipulation, he even increased the pressure as he punch the king, so the ceiling got destroyed and the king flew in the air, turning into a silver spark.