Spitfire X Rainbow Dash Novels & Stories

And, he soon saw Dorothy, who was waiting for him on the edge of the big lake. “Hubby, over here!” At this moment, Dorothy was wearing sportswear and holding the Fiery Phoenix Bow in her hands. When she saw Spencer who was in hot pursuit behind Alex from a distance, she immediately grabbed a golden spirit arrow and nocked it in her bow. Whoosh! The Fiery Phoenix arrow turned into a phoenix with an unrelenting killing intent, shooting out towards Spencer. After Dorothy shot the arrow, she immediately shouted at Alex, “Follow me!”

Max commented. “It's all a part of the Rider charm,” I said. “Let's hope so, because both you and I look like we are waiting for the love of our life to grace us with her presence.” “Funny, since we are doing the exact opposite. We are watching an enemy and trying to learn her moves.” I snarled. “We’ll get rid of her somehow,” I said looking up at the same window the creature was sticking her adorably scary head out of.

I can't go all fairy-like. We all wait for the freeze to lift. When it does, I hold my breath. The other warriors and guards, who have no idea what's going on, start to run away but stop when they see us not moving. When the skunks spray, I look at the giggling fairy in disbelief before laughing so hard I almost fall to the ground. Instead of stinky skunk spray, she made them spray rainbow glitter. "Everyone likes sparkles, especially rainbow sparkles." She says, jumping into Jock's arms. I can only imagine the fun they have together.

I'm at peace with our decision but I hate seeing my friends suffer. "Damn you, take me!" I yell to the sky. Magic bursts behind me but I don't look back. Lightning strikes again and hits Ashrac. His body is tossed high and I have hope that the Goddess has taken our offer and will save him. His dragon explodes from his human body with a burst of light that's impossible to look at. "Ahhhh, hell," screams Sarn and the magic behind me bursts again. I dare to glance back. Sierra and Sarn are the most incredibly brilliant purple dragons. "What the hell," I mutter.

You have no idea! Nathan staggered to his feet as he sent a fleet of ground spears flying at me. I snapped my fingers and my jewel vanished. With just a thought, I set it in sword form right behind Nathan and attacked him with the simple swipe of my finger. Just to add to his misery, “Starfire Blitz!” I hissed as hundreds of drops surrounded him. I snapped my fingers and they exploded in a magnificent display.

He stands before the cave's entrance, ready to face the guardian with the support of his loyal friends. Inside the cavern, they encounter the phoenix, its feathers ablaze with brilliant hues of orange and gold. It unleashes waves of searing flames, testing their agility and teamwork. Amelia uses her magic to create protective barriers, while Aphelion swifts through the air, striking with calculated precision. Fenrir taps into the power of the Moonstone, using its energy to enhance his strength and agility.

He still didn’t speak to me directly, but I could see him softening. At one point, Mia came to me holding up a plush dragon, its scales stitched in shimmering emerald fabric. “Mommy! Look! It’s just like Sir Firebreath!” she exclaimed. Then she turned to Ivan, thrusting it at him with all the authority of a queen. “Now you have one too! His name can be Sir Rainbowblaze. It’s sooo shiny and pretty and colorful.” Ivan hesitated, his small hands brushing the toy. He looked at me once, briefly, then back to Mia. Finally, he nodded, but instead of telling me, he leaned down and whispered something in Mia’s ear.

The empty box flying at my head should've been a total turnoff, but the fire breathing dragon that screeched at me, 'Flanagan you knocked me up you dick' was too delightful to resist. It wasn't exactly hard tackling her to the bed, though she did put up a bit of a fight. "Gotcha."

Flavius wades through the crowd of dragons until he comes upon a SpitFire much smaller than the rest. Her scales are a brilliant lilac compared to the deep violet of the other SpitFires. She slowly approaches Flavius sniffing his outstretched hand. Flavius uncurls his fingers, reaching for her head. In one swift movement, her jaws snap down on Flavius's hand. He lets out a yelp of surprise but does not try to pull his hand away. Blood drips from the mouth of the small SpitFire. She makes no move to rip Flavius's arm off, which is a good sign.