Hybrid Wings Of Fire Dragons Novels & Stories

“The true hybrids–the half dragon, half shifter or half witch offspring… those were a threat. Powerful, dangerous, impossible to control. There were several hybrid dragon kings during my childhood, incredibly, but their rise to power was the dawn of a turbulent reign that shaped our world into what it is now. The witches and shifters to the south had been sacrificing their maiden daughters to our kind for hundreds of years and revolted eventually. The dragon kings saw the dangers of hybrid–mutants, they called them–rising to power, tainting bloodlines.” “You haven’t answered my question,” I growl, my voice booming through the meeting hall. “I’m getting there, Your Highness,” he replies calml

He grinned. Before anyone could contemplate what was about to happen, a deep roar shook the earth. Sending all of them backwards. Slamming them into trees. A black giant dragon suddenly and slowly emerged from the other side of the forest. Approaching the scene stealthily. Its rough skin was dark as obsidian and long claws which could cut through steel. Its eyes burn brightly like hot coals and an earth shattering roar left its mouth, its razor sharp talons which could tear through anything. The sight of the dragon sent tremors through the men and they retreat carefully.

I warn. As Flavius continues farther into the room, the SpitFires begin to crowd him, taking in his scent. These dragons, though small compared to me, are the size of large horses. Their tails flicker back and forth as they continue to sniff him. Flavius wades through the crowd of dragons until he comes upon a SpitFire much smaller than the rest.

With a swift motion, I clenched a fistful of their armor and catapulted both soldiers into the onlooking crowd. A growl escaped me and I lunged at the commander, teeth bared and claws elongated. Claws? When did I get claws? The thud of a blunt weapon impacting my skull brought me crashing to the ground face first. A pair of muddy boots filled my blurring vision. The murmur of voices could be heard addressing the crowd.

Not if they really were dragon shifters. Out of the corner of her eye, something gray and black flitted down the great dragon’s side, and she let herself glance there for a precious half-second to see the Prince crawling upside down off the elder dragon’s neck. His wings were outstretched as he climbed down with his thumb-like claw hooks, and now she saw something else peculiar. He had four wings now, two smaller ones that the main ones overlapped halfway. And the gnarled horns protruding from his head that looked more like ram’s horns than a dragon’s, those hadn’t been there before. At the movement, many of the warriors standing around them shifted to face both dragons with bared teeth and

The ocean of water nearly swallowed the fire and when the fire was about to out, the red dragon roused to physical combat. The second and third layer witches headed by Igikran started to fight back the red dragon to defence their Queen. The red dragon used its entire body as a weapon by biting, clawing, lashing with its powerful tail, buffeting its enemies with its monstrous wings while flying in the sky.

As the dust cleared out they all saw a female Humanoid creature walk out of the pit as she drew her blade unleashing a wailing cry as tens of hundreds of bipedal creatures called Fang Wraith’s rushed out of the pit and mauled the enemy with rage and fury. Like a pack of wolves, they hunt their prey together surrounding them and attacking in unison with their razor-sharp claws and acidic breath. They tore through the manna-infused armor of the new kingdom with relentless fury. While the Fang Wraiths served as the backbone of any High Glaive clan, their older sisters the Ragnophages served as their shock troopers and heavy support. These dragons, human, snake-like hybrids could use the weapons

"You’re the one who whispered to me in the dark when the Council was carving into my bones. You’re the 'Extinction' they were so afraid of." The figure—the Red-Winged Dante—stepped into the light. It was a perfect, terrifying blend of us. It had Dante’s lethal, massive frame and his predator’s stance, but from its spine erupted a pair of wings that were an exact, burning replica of mine. They weren't made of "Void-Lead" or "Obsidian-Gold." They were made of Primal Fire, a deep, arterial red that seemed to drink the light from the room.

When they emerged, a pair of fire wings appeared on the fire lizards' backs. "Ho? Using fire to become wings like that? But... Shadow step, killing dagger strike!" with its swift movements, the two daggers directly cut off the heads of every fire lizard that approached it. Not only was Xiao Fang's move fast but the lizards were unable to sense his aura of life while using the shadow step.

Destiny turned with a jerk and ran back into the mountain without another word and Rori looked over her shoulder with a heavy heart as the small sound of sobs floated away with her new-found companion. Rori lifted the hand she held and rattled it, “so what, we hold hands on the plane?'' She quipped and Murodk’s lip twitched as once again the small flicker of a fire nymph's natural defiance danced in her deep brown eyes. Murdok shook his head with a mischievous grin, “we are not using a plane pequena llama,” Rori pursed her lips and fought the urge to roll her eyes, “then how else are we going to fly aliento de dragon.” Once more Murdok looked at Rori and shook his head, causing a few thick t