Minecraft Dragon Fire Novels & Stories

Magma starts to inhale as I grab him but the flames don’t extinguish as they normal should as he wails louder. “Magma do something” I yell at her in panic. The fire around him is only getting bigger and many things in this house aren’t fireproof. “I can’t Igneous. My powers don’t work on his fire. He is doing this himself somehow” she says as she waves her hands in the air. She moves to the sink to grab some water as his face starts to turn red and his hair raises above his head as more tears rush down his face. “Extinguish your fire” My dragon yells as he pushes forward.

When he wanted to, he could look like a purely murderous creature. His dragon was equally as impressive. He was still small, considering he was only seventeen, but he was a deep ruby red dragon. Garren confirmed that he was a fire dragon, and with time he would be able to emit enough heat to melt gold with just a touch of his fingers. He could already make small flames form in his palms.

I looked at Big Boss still whimpering on the floor. “Come on.” I said and dragged him to the end of the corridor where the fire exit is. Upon reaching to the ground, I heard gunshots inside and I looked back. I can see Black Dragon running in the middle of the gunshots! It’s as if he didn’t fear of dying! He held guns on each hand now, aiming and firing left and right as he passed. And in seconds, silence followed. All Big Boss’ men were dead soaking on their own blood. Then I saw Black Dragon picking something and put it on his pocket. He then looked straight at me and nodded. I headed outside still dragging Big Boss. The two guards are not there anymore. Then Black Dragon spoke beside me.

Emi inquired. "A Dragon Lord possesses longevity, for one. Take Lucian, for example. He will stop aging at thirty years old and won't resume aging for thousands of years," Visenya elaborated. "Additionally, Dragon Lords possess the ability to produce two types of fire: red and blue. Their red fire is like any other fire, capable of burning and destroying, but their blue fire possesses incredible healing capabilities." Emi's eyes widened with wonder as she contemplated the concept. "A fire that can heal?"

Xavier shouted and the knights moved quickly and used a harpoon with chains to seal the dragon on the ground and to immobilize it. The dragon looked like a chain mummy. Xander, Sussie, and I didn't waste any time and used earth magic to get us to a higher ground. We started creating magma balls, they're the compressed fire magic I created when we first fought the dragon, just a little bigger and upgraded. I named it, if it's cringey, I don't care. It's hard to think of cool names. We aimed for the dragon's throat. Why the throat? Why not it's heart? The fire breathing happens on it's throat. Its heart is covered with thick steel like scales while the throat not so much and I would very much

This train of thought leads me back into my head about my childhood. I resemble my mother, black hair and blue eyes. My father had the bright red hair that all fire dragons seem to always have. The fact that I didn't have that fiery red hair was something that ,ade my father a little ashamed of me, but that got washed down by my mother who would find the trickery in his words and change them around. Which is why I have decided that not only will I show Maybell how awesome she is, but what she deserves also.

After a few moments when I am sure I no longer hear the steps or hearts of the others I resume moving my these lips against my mate. I lift my head to the sky and roar flames out of Magmas mouth to the forest around us. As the fire crackles and blazes I let it build for a brief moment. I pull in all the flames that I can breathe in extinguishing them in a rush. I hold it in these lungs waiting for the fire to cool. I move my lips back to the lips of my mate. With them I pry his lips open and fill the gap in with my own. As my lips form his I begin to breathe the cooled fire that I have held in my lungs into his body giving him the kiss of a dragon.

“And what is this?” “A tree of life, full of balls of dragonfire,” Drust answered simply. “What? You look as if you do not believe me. You asked and I answered.” Quintus nodded. “This is your reward for it all? Dragonfire, whatever that is?” Drust smiled at him. “You are bordering on daft, Roman. Dragonfire is like liquid flame, rolls and eats all in its way as it must. A spark of it can consume a human body. Imagine what a ball of it can do to an army?”

Its mission seemed clear: destroy the wizard first. At the last instant, Dral threw himself in front of Dominic and fired a bolt of blue fire directly into the dragon’s fire. The volkaane fire did not stop the dragonfire, but it split the stream in two, causing it to pass harmlessly on either side of Dral and Dominic.

Rori was not afraid of Murdok or his fire, and rather than try to shield herself from either attack, she put her hands out in front of her and willed the dragon’s fire to overtake Henry. As the flames rolled past Rori she expected to endure the scorch and sizzle of the blaze, but instead it was only a soft warm displacement of air as Henry screamed in agony. Murdok closed his majestic mouth and as Henry flailed in pain and fire, Rori watched in horror as he grabbed Alma, and she too caught fire. Rori screamed and grabbed for her mother, but Henry grabbed them both and as he began to chant in some language Rori couldn't understand she started to feel a heavy weight inside her rib cage, it wa