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And then I felt a gust of scorching wind whipping past me, followed by the unmistakable sound of wings cutting through the night air. Fire was came next hurting my eyes a bit. But it was targeted at the beast on top of me. The wolf screeched, yelping, burning fur sizzling against the searing heat. My lungs expanded, gulping air I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. I scrambled backward, coughing, tears stinging my eyes as the dragon landed before me. Its massive wings folded neatly against its body, smoke curling from its nostrils. I froze. Every instinct screamed at me to run, to turn and flee, but it didn’t attack.

"It's holding, but the fire's messing with the signals. We need altitude quick." I stepped closer, heart slamming. "Kenji, just get us clear. I don't care how. Lila's people are probably closing in downstairs." The shift hit him fast. Bones cracked and stretched, scales rippled across his skin in a wave of deep crimson and gold. Wings exploded outward, massive and leathery, beating once to steady himself. In seconds, a full dragon crouched on the balcony, eyes sharp and familiar. "Climb on!" his voice boomed, deeper now but still his. "Avery, between my shoulders. Damien, Ezra, take the wing ridges. Hold the spikes."

The rabbit had been mended multiple times, each stitch a testament to the years of comfort it had provided. "Mommy!" Dorothea's voice was soft and sweet, her eyes bright with excitement. She shoved a freshly drawn picture toward the camera, pressing it so close to the lens that it blurred for a moment before she pulled back. On the paper, drawn in thick, heavy black crayon, stood a figure—tall, impossibly straight. It had no face, just a blank oval where features should have been. But behind its broad shoulders, a pair of enormous black wings spread wide across the page like a dark shroud. The wings were drawn with intense pressure, the crayon laid down so thickly that it left a slight textu

Heat washed across my skin. I braced for pain. Instead, warmth settled into my bones. The sensation startled me. The fire felt familiar. Comforting. Like stepping into a house after years spent wandering through winter. The flames twisted and shifted. Slowly, a shape emerged. My breath caught. A dragon stepped from the fire. Every story I had ever heard suddenly seemed inadequate. Its scales gleamed like molten ruby. Massive wings unfolded behind it, vanishing into the darkness overhead. Gold eyes fixed on me with an intensity that made my knees weak.

Her wings beat again with an enormous leathery flap, sending another hurricane-like gale to knock aside loose stones and flatten grass and force Anzi to back up even more if she didn’t want to end up with her nose planted in the ground. Oh, gods. The dragon—she was flying. Not only that, but she could see Oza and Letti on the base of her neck, looking as tiny as ants as they clung to the saddle. The Prince was there too, clinging to the great dragon’s side with what must be hooks at the joints of his wings, like a bat’s. And again and again, the great dragon slowly beat her wings as she descended upon them. Anzi glanced back with bleary, wind-blinded eyes to see Doufan now bowled away along

I shook my head at her strange expression, wondering why there was so much excitement in her movements. “The All Mother then took the four young and decided to look after them, gathering things as she traveled with the four of them. Years passed on quickly and soon The All Mother had enough of what she needed and decided that it was time. She placed the four dragons at the corners of a small circle that surrounded her, smiling down at their sleeping forms. She took the herbs she gathered and prepared everything, creating a paste that seemed to glow faintly. She dipped her fingers into the deep red paste, leaving an arch on their little foreheads. Once they were all Blessed she began to gathe

Everyone in the group froze in shock before slowly turning around and walking toward the center of camp to see what had happened. They found out quickly that the source of the commotion was from a huge tent in the middle of camp. They slowly approached the tent to find that it was currently on fire and was burning fiercely. They managed to open the tent without any difficulty, revealing the scene underneath. What greeted their eyes shocked them even further. It was gruesome. There must have been twenty soldiers surrounding a giant monster, a dragon. It's body was larger than the biggest skyscraper, it's wings were as wide as four football fields and it's tail was as tall as a house. Its skin

My vision spins, but I push myself back up. I can’t stop now. The beast comes at me again. I close my eyes and dig deep. I feel the power inside me…the light, the fire, the part of me that’s growing stronger every day. I let it rise. My body lifts off the ground again, and this time, wings made of silver flames burst from my back. They shimmer like moonlight. I fly straight at the beast, dodging its claws and slamming a ball of fire into its head. It screams and stumbles, but still doesn’t fall.

The dragon spirits outside roared, one by one turning to ash and vanishing. Rayden leapt into the air, his body spinning. From his back, two wings of condensed flame, wings born from suffering, burst into existence. He slashed downward with the Final Heaven Technique of the War God.

How am I to convince her? Once home I ate a slab of beef raw and waited for late night to come. When it became late and dark enough, and with no moon tonight. Which helps. I went to the roof and stripped off my clothes, setting them inside the small shed on the roof, and shifted into my emerald, green dragon. I spread my wings wide and pushed off with my mighty legs. I kept to the darker places as I flew and headed out over the ocean to get a good flight in. When I flew far enough away from land, I stopped and hovered looking around to make sure I was alone. Not seeing any ships on the water, I felt I was safe and alone, I built up my dragon fire from the depth of my being and blew out towar