Magma Dragons Novels & Stories

It must be known that the entire magma contained an offensive formation of the Devil Clan, as well as the defense of the Devil Clan's Magic Weapons! They would not easily allow Zephyr Khan to charge into their headquarters. For a moment! The whole magma began to boil wildly. Even with the protection of the Ice Domain, Zephyr Khan was sweating. His whole skin was burned red by the high temperature, like a monkey's butt! Of course! Although the temperature was terrifying, it was not enough to threaten his life. What was truly dangerous was that deep within the magma, there were dozens of flaming magical beasts charging over! These fire Magical Beasts appeared to be about the same shape as a fl

BOOK THREE: THE DEEP FORGE (Jace’s Perspective) You cannot bleed a stone, and you cannot suffocate a fire that breathes magma. The Magma-Beast hauled the rest of its massive, formless bulk out of the crater. It had no eyes, no mouth, no face—just a towering, thirty-foot-tall shifting mass of liquid yellow-white fire, armored by jagged, overlapping plates of cooling black obsidian. The heat rolling off it was so intense that the wooden awnings of the nearby merchant stalls spontaneously burst into flames.

With a muffled sound, huge fluctuations exploded in the magma, and tremendous energy spread to the surroundings. Philip felt as if he had crashed into a planet and was sent flying. The huge impact made Philip’s blood surge. As Philip was sent flying out of the magma, he spat a mouthful of blood, and a huge magma creature appeared above the magma. Philip finally saw the appearance of the magma creature clearly. Its whole body was covered in scales with flames all over. The huge head looked like a cross between a dragon and a snake. Philip had never seen it before, but that did not mean no one recognized it.

He was omitting truths, which was technically not a crime, but I was desperate. “You know dragons can detect if you lie, don’t you Mage Elias?” I said, not in a threatening tone but with a smile. Elias looked me in the eye and nodded. “Yes, Your highness. I am aware, but I shall maintain my earlier statement.” He squared his shoulder and waited for my reply. I had to commend this man. He was confident in betting his life, loyal and fearless. I smiled before resuming the topic. “We need to retrieve the pearl. And Felix has no clue where it is but she did say that her mate had a vision and, according to that vision, a mage wolf would be born in this era.” I paused, noticing the shift in Elias’

"Like what?" Ever since Kade saved his dragon, his beast has formed a bound with the man. He imprinted accepting Kade as theirs, now he kind of obsesses over his mate and now both of them felt like shit for him not beliving in his mate. Now Kade just stood there looking in, clearly he was still bothered by him and that anger or disapointment is keeping him at a loss. "Dragon fire. it is believed apart from the welder, dragon fire will either denature the tough metal or command the chains resistance to break."

She asks, looking around like this other dragon just happened to be around and the dragon that just hatched would be lost in the field's tall grass. "They are born as adults. The egg contains the magic that they form from, not their material bodies." Loras answers looking mesmerized at the unseen beauty above them. Astrid unconsciously rises her hand and in an instant, the newly born dragon stops in the air and looks at her. She smiles. Instead of pitch black like Dracos, this one is a dark shade of purple. So beautiful... The dragon flies closer to them and lands right in front of Astrid, holding its huge head so it can smell the tinny girl that continues to smile at it. It pushes the tips

Cathy murmured, unconsciously pressing her hands more firmly against her belly—as if she could shield their unborn children from the dangers that seemed to be closing in from all sides. Magnus’s eyes flickered with an idea—his brow furrowing in concentration. “There might be another way,” he said slowly, his deep voice resonating in the small cave. “A bigger cave… one that could accommodate a dragon.” Cathy blinked—certain she had misheard. “A dragon?” The word felt absurd on her tongue—like something out of a child’s storybook. “Yes,” Magnus nodded, his expression grave. “Vampires fear dragons. They stay far from their territories.”

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.

Rori looked around for Destiny and Andy, but she could no longer find them, looking around frantically she heard the blood-curdling roar again and as she rose to her feet, she heard the large glass wall behind her shatter as a magnificently dark red scales and wings came crashing through the wall. Rori shielded her eyes but screamed as soon as she felt a heavy weight grip her around the waist. As she moved her hands to fight the foreign assailant she heard the unmistakable rumble of Murdok’s voice. “Rori,” was the only word he spoke, and as Rori’s eyes traveled from the gigantic black and red scaled claw wrapped around her up the muscular appendage until she stopped at the most magnificent a

Taran relaxes next to me, and his playful smile is back, “Mating is hard to describe. But I will do my best to explain. A special ritual is done so that the human and dragon share a life, then the stone allows for conception. The baby is born human but shifts into its true form soon after birth. Whatever magic the child possesses will be recognized early in their life. Typically, within the first four years. Until the age of seventeen, they progress at the normal human rate. Then, aging begins to slow down. They aren’t typically considered adults until around seventy and don’t often mate until around two hundred. My mother didn’t have me until she was two hundred fifty-three. When you live f