Flying Rain Dragon Novels & Stories

The ice in my very veins melted as he grew even taller than he normally was and more muscular,ripping Zephyros's tunic in the process. I staggered backwards and tripped on a branch. I fell backwards on my rump and even the sting was not enough to take my eyes off him. He exhaled and the nearest tree turned to ash immediately. i scrambled backwards on impulse and the branch i had tripped on got caught in his web. He opened his eyes and twin pools of fire peered down at me. I didn't need Luna to tell me i was not looking at Zephyros anymore...no. Not entirely. What stared back at me was the Fire Dragon.

As I fly toward them racing to get to them, I see magical ropes wrap around Raina’s mouth and legs, making her incapable of attacking the witch. Raina tries to flap her wings, but she’s barely a month old. She doesn’t know how to fly yet. I’m ducking around other dragons, elves, and wolves, around elements that are flying in every direction, trying to get to them, but my wings are torn from my fall and I realize I’m not going to make it. They’re too close to the portal.

The last of his shadows disperse, his final words hanging in the air: "I'll be waiting." The dragon lands on the bridge with surprising delicacy, its massive claws finding purchase on the ancient stone without causing damage. Up close, it's even more magnificent—and terrifying. Scales the size of my palm overlap in perfect formation, the hide beneath them rippling with muscle. A scar crosses its muzzle, matching perfectly the one on Rain's cheek. Rain. The realization hits me like a physical blow. This is Rain in his true form, the dragon beneath the man's skin.

Minerva was awed and climbed onto the dragon with Vincent who was looking at the dragon eye to eye. Minerva didn't notice the small contact between the two and sat on the head of the dragon before Vincent came to join her. Already having an idea how to hold a dragon when flying, Vincent tucked Minerva into his embrace while shielding her from falling by blocking both sides with his hands. Before Minerva could examine his handsomeness closely as their faces were few inches away from the other, the dragon spread out it's wings, blowing a handful of hair into her face. *** The field immediately became quiet as everyone was stunned by what just happened. The Prince and the red haired girl were g

About an hour later, Irlas flew away from the oasis. I noticed massive amounts of water. I'm pretty sure it's an ocean; grey clouds form in the sky. As I saw lightning bolts sent by the Gods themselves, I panicked. The sky stormed with rain. I scrunch up like an infant to fit under Irlas' scales. The goal is to keep myself from falling off the dragon if I can't get all of my body under the scales.

Their fear of that raining death lightning was not something any commanding officer could compare to. Some brave soldiers stood their ground. They transformed into their energy beast forms that were 150-meter long blue scaled dragons with a wingspan over 300 meters wide. Their wings were broad, so broad that when fully stretch out it was almost like they could cover the sky. Their wings were so powerful that they could kill a man with just a flap. Air vortexes were created every time they flap their wings, these were Azure Wind Dragons. Thought to have gone extinct thousands of years ago. They flew into the clouds unafraid of the lightning and engaged the Storm Dragons in close combat. Their

Oliver also stared at the numerous dragons, surprise in his eyes. “Welcome to our place, dear guests.” Kian walked in front of us and effortlessly broke free from the rope. Ah right, this is their place so they are at their most powerful. Wings protrude from his back, almost as big as the wings of the dragon I once saw in my dream. He flew away majestically, like the eagle that rules the sky. The frown on Oliver’s face deepened. Two guards approached us, long and sharp spears in their hand. Its shaft was made with thick iron while its head with a glowing stone, presumably some kind of crystal.

"Let's lose the ones who are following us, shall we?" "How?" Finn smirks mysteriously, and then we pick up speed, soaring above a volcano, and then a white, beautiful dragon, as large as half a mountain, takes for the skies. A melody unlike anything I've heard rattles me to the bone. It's all coming from the dragon. I do a double-take—gigantic eyes, the color of the rainbow, meet mine, and my chest heaves at the view of the magnificent creature. Its wings are like tree branches, stretching out in every direction and giving off a shimmer similar to the wings of a fairy.

A few minutes had gone and still, no sign of Kar yet, Pradai broke down in tears, and just then, she had a reason to run for her life, but Curl wouldn't let her, he held her even more tight. From the mountains below on the cliff rose a huge blue dragon with wings of the colors of the rainbow, and on it's back was Kar, riding like a hero, with his ponytail swimming back and forth, and his eyes shining, it painted both a realistic picture of majesty and terror for Pradai. It wasn't so intense until Kar rode around the hanging hills, just to land on the cliff. Pradai faced the majesty and terror face to face. Curl noticed how shocked she was so he slowly pushed her back and covered her a bit ti

Her lips curve into a smile, eyes bright. It is Alfred, next, whose shoulders sag with relief so intense one might taste it. They are roars, he realizes, as the sounds draw closer. “What is that noise,” Duchess Clair asks sharply in the frozen room. Darla stands, as does Alfred. “It is your daughter, Duchess,” she laughs. “Lady Alcina, the dragonlord. Stormbringer.” * * * * * * * * * * The dragons land with twin roars, making the ground beneath them shake with the weight of their descent.