How To Draw Wings Of Fire Dragons の小説・ストーリー

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.

His wings spread wide, feathers shimmering like liquid gold, ready to defend the innocent and uphold the balance of the realms. Flame curled around Wrath's frame, a living, breathing entity that danced and flickered with his every movement. The inferno cast eerie shadows, highlighting the sharp angles of his face and the fierce determination in his molten eyes. His power was raw, untamed, a force of nature that refused to be contained or controlled.

I used fondant for the scales and spun sugar for the wings. But the breath was the tricky part. I rigged a small, hidden copper tube inside the dragon’s throat, connected to a squeeze-bulb filled with high-proof grain alcohol and a dusting of lycopodium powder, the stuff magicians use to create fireballs. "Perfect," I muttered in my real voice, before quickly correcting myself. "C’est magnifique!"

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

Their mouths hang open as they feel the ground shake and hear the loud roar from the sky. An incredibly large dragon with black, steel blue, and brick red scales flies above the compound with a steady stream of fire barreling out of his mouth, engulfing the building in fire. The dragon continues making passes around the building. Draven sucks in a breath, opens his mouth, and exhales as he roars, blowing flames along the building as he flies past. Smoke seeps from the dragon's body. The spaces between his scales seem transparent, allowing everyone to see the flames burning inside the dragon.

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.

Flames flickered from its open maw, a fiery breath that threatened to consume me whole. I darted to the side, narrowly evading the dragon's initial onslaught. The heat of its fiery breath washed over me, searing the fur on my back. Pain flared, but it only fueled the fire of determination within me. With a snarl, I lunged at the dragon, my fangs bared, and claws unsheathed. Every move, every strike, was guided by instinct. I danced with the beast, my body a blur of fur and fangs, dodging its sweeping tail and evading the blaze of its fiery breath.

He leaned down to whisper, “Let them all come.” He commanded the fire to burn and clamped her throat tighter to muffle her scream—now reduced to a strangled screech. His claws dug deeper into her flesh, feeling her pulsing veins. Blood trickled down, sizzling as it met the flames. The witch writhed under his grip, her sharp nails desperately scratching at his dragon arm, only to be clipped. Insects and nocturnal birds fled the scene. His fire consumed her entire body until all that was left was ashes. The woods went dark and still again.

She is completely right, these f*ckers all need a lesson. The dragon stretches his wings and roars so loudly, the wind is shooshing around us. We don’t make the first move, we almost never do. Not just because it’s dumb, but also because we only retort to violence if we are left no choice. Or if they push us too far. So, we just stand and wait for the dragon to move. We haven’t fought any dragons ever. Hell, we haven’t ever even seen one! So it’s better to watch and see what happens. It opens his mouth and shoots a ray of fire - also called dragon’s breath - which will incinerate everything in its path. We quickly dodge the fire, but the dragon turns its mouth, the fire remains hot on our ta