Hiei Dragon Of The Darkness Flame Novels & Stories

The dragon’s roar echoed through the sky, and the dancing flames scattered in the air. As the Fire Wall enveloped Haris, he knew everything was over. The flames consumed him, leaving nothing behind. When Adrian arrived and saw the crimson creature floating in the air, he looked astonished. It was not his first encounter with such creatures and he had slaughtered real dragons in other places. After arriving here, he had also come into contact with the Dark Dragon within Thalia. However, this was the first time he had seen a real dragon in this world. Moreover, the real dragon was none other than Lyra, who he thought was dead.

My fated mate shut me out of our bond for the ninety-ninth time just as the last spark of dragonfire inside me began to die. I walked into the Oath Hall of Obsidian Keep alone. Black stone stretched beneath my feet, cold enough to bite through my slippers, and every step made the cracked channels around my dragon core grind deeper into my chest. “I’m here to renounce the Obsidian Court and dissolve my life-bond with the Dragon Lord.” The clerk took in my bloodless face and lowered his voice. “Lady Ashton, once I set the seal, the Court will no longer be required to protect you. Are you certain?” My dragonfire had been unstable since birth, leaving me weaker than most dragonkin. When I was te

the eternal lord of the flame, the obedient servant of the great Sun of Dawn! Then he began to proclaim his power, each word setting the air around them ablaze: - **Lord of the Eternal Flame:** He does not merely command fire—he creates it from nothing, a conflagration that no water can extinguish and no stone can contain. - **Shadows' Playful:** He drains the shadows of those who stand before him, stealing their strength and leaving their souls hollow and cold despite the heat of hell. - **Architect of the Infernal Saddle:** He distorts sight and reality, conjuring visions of the past that never were and nightmares of the future yet to come, until one doubts their very existence.

“Sometimes spirits have their own secrets that we mortals cannot know. There’s also a story about it, if my memories are correct.” “What story?” Jai asked. “Oh is it about one of the Dragons’ Servant that helped human?” Darrion asked, to which Claude nodded. “Dragon’s… Servant?” Jai asked. Claude nodded again. “Yes. The story goes… That Dragons have their own servants that they chose. These selected individuals are given a blessing by their own respective Dragons that they serve. One day, a famous champion among the humans got lost in a forest in the middle of the night. That night was said to be so dark unlike any other night, because one of the Dragons was sad. One of the servants heard ab

My fist clenched so hard that frost spread across the desk. He exhaled loudly. “You know how powerful he is, Draven. If you suppress Karl for long, he'll force control…it will be catastrophic.” I knew that already, better than anyone. Karl is not like other dragons. He is stronger, more violent and far less stable which was exactly why women died around me. I finally turned to Ariel “That...is exactly why I will stay away from her.” His brows pulled together. “You think distance will solve this?” “Yes.”

Being that when he spoke with mind and his head glowed and pulsed when he moved the objects and the tentacles, in which both came together in the midst of capturing him there and now. “I will do anything to help and protect you. “Huang Di said, using various white flames and light throwing bombs around and pushing everyone away before he could move and fight back,” he said. "Run. “Said, 'I'll take care of it. Even so, Dark- Dragon knew that it would be late they would return and it would be a casualty of war so he took Huang Di took his hand and took him with him and for a brief moment he looked in her direction and pulled with him.

Her hieroglyphs flared suddenly, reacting to something unseen. Then came the roar. A scream of wings, a sound that split the heavens apart. From the horizon, black shapes blotted out the stars. Dragons, but wrong, corrupted. Their scales glistened with oily darkness, and their eyes burned with demonic flame. Demon dragons. The night ignited. Fire rained upon the golden towers and the air filled with the scent of blood and burning myrrh. Merenrys burst into the inner court, shouting commands, her voice slicing through chaos. “Form the lines! Protect the civilians! Call the High Flame!”

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.

Lexie's POV I really was destined to be damned. I took a deep breath and looked at Brandon's dazed, lifeless expression. Then, I started laughing. He demanded to know what I was laughing at. I said, "This is our karma." He froze, then cried again. I watched him suffer without saying a word. Daniella had personally told me she didn't hate him. Daniella was a great person, but I wasn't. I wanted him to suffer for the rest of his life.

I asked, feeling sorry for the young man or boy who’d been forced to do such terrible things. “I went to a fire mage, actually,” he said. “He bound my dragon.” Kieran gestured to the red tattoo peeking up over his shoulder. “He bound my dragon here, like this.” “That’s your dragon?!” I gasped. “All chained up?” “Yes,” he confirmed. “Do you mind if I ask you about… him?” I asked, nodding to the tattoo. “What’s his name?” “His name is Naeghiros,” he said, and then his voice dropped to a whisper. “Naeghiros is the name of the first and last dragon, the dragon charged with setting our world on fire.”