How To Draw Wings Of Fire Dragons นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She walked towards the picture. 'There is a dragon drawn on the wall in front of her. She has never seen one up close before, but the drawing isn’t hard to understand even if she didn’t know what it was called for. It’s a black and white image of a dragon, only much larger than any she’s ever seen, with four large wings, a long tail, and thick fur along its sides, two horns curling out from its skull. Its mouth opens wide, and two long teeth jut out as if ready to strike, and she can feel its power radiating off the wall. The scales are darker in coloration than those of any other dragons.' Her hand reaches up without permission as she tries to touch the painting."

Sprites flew to the sky while my dragon shook his head in a fury. "Calm yourself," I spoke into my mind. "We will scare her." My dragon didn't want to stop; the heat of his heart warmed our body. We had much fire within our gut that needed to be extinguished before becoming too hot. Once too hot, our fire would burn us inside out. Stretching our wings, we took to the sky, leaving Razak behind. The small whimper was left to the ground while our body heaved itself upward.

Keagan and Ajax run their fingers through their hair quickly before Keagan slices his palm again and holds it out. I close my eyes, concentrating more heavily. I feel the earth move, each time it’s a little easier to get it to comply with my water. I set that thought aside to ask Kaylani about later. I take a breath and push further. This time, I’m prepared when I feel the heat of Keagan’s fire dragon. “That’s it, Everett, slowly push your water into his fire. You’ll have to push harder, the fire will burn off your water if you don’t.”

A line drawn in fire. The black dragon lowered his head, smoke curling from between his teeth. His eyes remained on Nyra. Not on the bodies he had just made ash. Not on the field he had nearly conquered by fear alone. On her. Then he shifted back. This time I watched every detail. The massive form folding inward. Wings sinking. Scales sliding into a shape almost human, though not fully.

Next, she saw her second son climb higher also. Agony in his demeanor as fire wreathed from his throat, spiraling outward in storms of destructive light that consumed everything in its path. He tore through the sky like vengeance made flesh. Every beat of his wings sent shockwaves across the desert. He struck one dragon from the heavens, then another, his claws wreathed in solar fire. Scales melted beneath his talons; their shrieks broke like glass across the wind. Still they came.

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.

I uttered, ignoring the bruising I could already feel developing. I gave Fallon a piercing gaze, transmitting the hatred and disgust I felt for him. “I told you, I had to prepare it. The next bit is up to you.” He sneered at me, leaning closer to my face. “And how do I do that?” I leaned even closer still, surprising him a little as he recoiled back. He hadn’t expected that. “You will need to breathe fire on it. In dragon form. It’s the way it will recognise you. It has to have your essence in order to bestow power on you.”

he said. “Well then, husband, start shifting,” she giggled. “On one condition,” he said with false seriousness. Her brows raised. “What would that be?” “I want to see you do that shimmy thing for me the next time we’re naked. I just think it’s hot,” he teased. Chloe playfully slapped his arm and a loud laugh escaped his lips as he transformed into his dragon self. The crowd roared their approval as Chloe climbed onto his back and they flew off into the sky until they were nothing more than a dot above the trees.

Narleen panicked as she looked at him before they fell back on Rosalie. “I call to the Golden Dragon. Use my strength and appear.” Rosalie spoke as she held out her hand palm facing the sky. Out of her palm shot sheets of gold that floated into a beautiful dragon shape. She lifted her other hand and purple floated out of her hand forming her purple dragon. “You stand between a mothers dream and her son. Now you will feel the wrath.”