Novel & Cerita Hybrid Wings Of Fire Dragons

“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

I tried to stop her from getting her hopes up. “While dragons are the older species, lycans and dragons genes carry the same weight. So it’s a fifty-fifty toss up.” Dalaini shrugged. “What if one comes out a lycan with dragon wings. Like Donkey’s and his dragon mate from Shrek!” I asked worriedly.

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.

The tiny purple dragons fly about the room, the large metal collars that hang around their necks glint on the sun. "What are these?" Flavius asks in awe. "These are Miniature SpitFires, mounts used by dragon slayers for hundreds of years. Go ahead, you can pick one," I tell him. "Why are you giving me one of these?" he asks. "When we travel to places like the Horde of Fates, it would be safer for you to ride on one of these instead of on me. Not to mention SpitFires are strong, and loyal. I would feel more comfortable if you had one with you for when I am not around," I explain.

I stop what I’m doing and walk to her face. “Did you just breathe fire, Cyryl?” ‘I told you it would be soon,’ she says proudly. Bynjym begins clucking at her and she lifts her face to his, crooning happily. “Did she hurt you, Bynjym?” I ask. ‘A dragon’s fire cannot hurt another dragon. We are immune, even if our riders are not,’ he says. “What about the hatchlings?” I ask, speaking out loud as I begin scratching another spot on Cyryl’s neck. Since she won’t allow anyone else to touch her accept Ryuki, the two of us divide our time scratching her flaking skin.

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.

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.