Minecraft Dragon Fire Novels & Stories

He flew a few meters to the back, ROOOAR! The wind dragon charged at the fire dragon and her fangs bit down on the fire dragon’s neck. It happened too fast. Macchiato had miscalculated and failed to understand what had just happened. GRRROOOOOAARRR! The fire dragon shrieked, the dragon threw its head to the back. Blood started to spurt out of its neck. The wind dragon claw’s stabbed through the blood. Her claws were clutching onto the fire dragons’ neck.

But it will never be the same. - Dragons don't have mates, we have firehearts. It works similar to your matebond, but it's different. We have a fog in the heart that is incomplete, and when we find our fireheart, the fires are completed. When a dragon loses its fireheart, it's alone for life. We have no second chances, fireheart and we will never be able to love another person. Many dragons that end up firehertless choose to stay together, but it will always be for sex and children. Their hearts will never burn with love again.

But in a battle with a master darkness and his army, that was a lifetime. Liv, the ten-year-old, turned her dragon to cut off four new monsters who had materialized in the air and were heading for the younger child on the red dragon. Liv's green dragon spit fire, missed the first two monsters but set the one nearest it on fire. The blaze covered one side of him from his toes to his scalp, forcing him to streak toward the ground to try to put out the fire.

She saw the red dragon soaring down for another attack when she suddenly transformed into her phoenix and broke through the wall. Fueled by anger, the Phoenix flew directly into the red dragon, slicing his neck open. He tried to sink his teeth into her, and she kicked him with both feet. He quickly sunk his talon into her thigh, and she screeched in pain. The dragon hit her in the head with his powerful tail and knocked her out. Cyrus had her now, and he took off with her in his talons.

He asked, pulling back to look at me as he cupped my cheek, leaning closer. My body pulsed with need as I sucked in a shuddering breath. Nodding my head, he pressed his lips against mine, heat moving over my skin as arousal pulsed through me. The kiss was gentle, slowly building up with each press of his lips to mine. His tongue was hesitant as it moved over my lower lip. Pulling back, I looked up at him, “Sin.” “I know you’re a fire walker, part dragon.” He rested his forehead against mine, “But when I saw you go up in flames and there was nothing I could do-”

“The dragon flame. Derek. All of it. I won't let you have it." The memory of the day the dragons went berserk rushed back like a punch. The smell of smoke. The ground shaking. The fear in everyone’s eyes. Dragons didn’t lose control like that—not without a reason. And the only thing powerful enough to push a dragon into that state was probably the dragon flame and not Sasha as of previously suspected. When I’d stepped into the catacomb that day, I felt it—this heavy, throbbing power in the air. Like something was calling out.

If only he was further away from the cottage before it exploded, or if he managed to make a couple more swings with his wings, fire and heat that emanated from within the wooden walls would not have such a strong effect on him. The fire couldn’t cause him serious damage in normal circumstances, but he was already hurt from the previous fight, and his body was still trying to repair itself when the blast occurred. Flames caught him and licked his scales, causing painful blisters to appear before he hit the water edge, where he turned back into his human form and rolled once again so that he was lying with his back submerged in water. Fire is a natural enemy of all supernatural beings, and eve

Rosco spoke slightly unsure what he should believe or not. “That’s because she is a dual dragon.” Drezic spoke almost out mind. If they thought spirit dragons where rare. Duel dragons are even more. It normally happened with the ultra rare dragons. Him and Asrar where lucky to have just one. “She has a regular dragon, probably purple like my mother was and the all powerful gold dragon. The purple one is so she can keep her power protected until she wants to use it. I think it will be the one you will have no problem using the gems power with.”

“We will discuss this later.” She motioned for her soldiers to follow her and headed in the direction of the sounds. When they came upon the large room, the vampires and the werewolf were still bent over while Chloe lay in a heap between them. Verona’s eyes went fiery red at the sight of a half-dozen dragons filling up the room. Her voice was rich with hostility as she hissed, “You dare step foot in Meta territory?” “Spare me,” Myriana said as she set fire to Verona with her breath.

Everyone in Crikeria knows the story of the child who killed the elder draco. One cold winters' night, when the people of the quiet Midland village lay dormant in their beds, the elder draco attacked. Men woke from their slumbers to fight the beast while women hid indoors holding children to their breast. None could kill the giant beast who spat fire, setting the small village aflame, the wooden structures ripe to feed the flames. As the men retreated, a lone girl stood before the beast, wielding her father's sword.