Inflatable Dragon With Moving Wings Novels & Stories

They cheered and sang with glee, happy that their leader was safe. The wind whispered through the trees surrounding the Enchanted Fortress as Igna's dragon gained altitude. The path chilled the witches' numb fingers. They shivered as their blue hair whipped around their heads like a tornado. They hung on to the scales on the beast's back and watched as he soared gracefully, like a falcon across the sky.

Wilbur put his hands together, muttering the chant before shouting, "First Level of Dragon Move: Lake Swimming Dragon!" As the words rang through the air, a ray of golden light formed a golden ball above Wilbur's head. The next second, it flew out and entered the dragon's body. Golden light flashed, and the otherwise transparent dragon turned a brilliant shade of gold. A loud explosion could be heard, and the Shadow King's body was blown to pieces.

Mina said in a voice Blaze didn't recognized, the dragon on her arm was moving up and down her arm like a snake. Mina turned away from him, outstretched her arm, the dragon tattoo jumped out of her arm, and landed right in front of her. It was the size of a horse, Mina used it's wing to climb onto her. The purple mini dragon took off towards Charms, her dragon setting werevamps on fire as she went. “I KNOW YOU FUCKING LYING, WHERE THE HELL YOU GET A DRAGON HORSE FROM AND WHY THE HELL WE AIN'T GET ONE!” Ji’lahni yelled, as Mina flew over their heads killing the werevamps and aliens that were surrounding them.

The air dragon flapped its massive wings with a powerful, deafening beat, hovering briefly in the sky before folding its wings close to its long body. Then, with a sudden, terrifying burst of speed, it dove downward toward the platform. For a terrifying second, I thought it might crash straight into the mountain. Its downward velocity was so immense.

I grabbed it by the neck, set it on the floor, and chose to ignore it completely. But it shuffled forward on its two tiny legs, slowly creeping along. Then it spread its flat four wings and wrapped them around the leg of the chair. Looking up, it gave me the most pitiful gaze imaginable—like a baby clinging desperately to its mother’s leg. “Ahhh! I’ve never seen such a tiny golden winged dragon. It’s so cute!” “Whose little dragon is this? It’s absolutely adorable!” “Let me hold it! Let me hold it—!”

I nodded quickly. "Yeah! I want to go flying!! You promise not to drop me right?" I asked him and transformed into my dragon form. He purred. "Yeah, I promise you won't fall," he told me and then shifted, scooping me up into his talons again before he started to fly us into the sky again where the birds flew. He started to glide, looking pleased that he was up high again and looked overjoyed that I was with him, glancing at me every few seconds. I looked down at the ground before up into the clouds, worried that another dragon might attack us. This place seems more dangerous than my home. He didn't seem too worried, looking happy as he started to fly us towards the sea again. He carried me o

In the place where Damon stood, now was a large black scaled dragon. The dragon roared into the sky, shaking the ground underneath our feet, as he lowered a second later, his huge body down to the ground, and patiently waited for us all to climb and hold on to him tightly. Soon as we all were seated and ready, Marcus gave Damon a sign and the giant wings of the dragon started to move as he stood up and jumped towards the sky. Damien, Edmond, Wyatt, Zen, and the rest of the pack came to wave at us, wishing us good luck and a safe journey.

As her dragon glided along warm currents, tracking Ragnar's mate, she looked up from the valleys below and beheld a breathtaking sight. In the distance flew a gigantic white dragon, her crests were tinged a dusky pink, and Titan felt she'd never seen a beast so beautiful. This must be the Queen's dragon. Beating her wings to lessen the distance between them, Titan had to put real effort in to catch up, and she was puffing before she reached the Queen's tail. There she noticed the real struggle taking place.

Its eyes shared the same colour as its scales, burning brightly within its large eye sockets and its unfurled wings blanketed the entire sky, causing the light of the sun to be obstructed. It had four limbs and though it was large, its body was streamlined towards strength and speed, and Kylie could tell that it was in no way lazy like the stories proclaimed. Tales of dragons called them lazy and treacherous beings that only loved gold and nothing more. While there were some that hailed them as noble creatures, even those stories did not fail to emphasize their lazy attitudes and their love for treasure. So, Kylie always imagined that dragons would be fat, possessing a belly that could only