Stormfly Dragons Novels & Stories

The most docile has always been the water dragon, while the most dangerous is the fire. Most subtypes of dragons are too many that there is no way to give them a name as the dragons are all too different. However, there is one subtype of fire dragon that first appeared around 500 years ago. It is called a Fury dragon, there have been many fire dragons that show the exact same strengths and weaknesses, and therefore were able to be put into their own subtype. Fury Dragons are not very common, most are killed in fights among their own at a young age. They are named for their extreme temper.

The biggest threat of those, is the elf. Rather than run, my incredible dragon, growls warningly. They don’t heed her warning, so she blasts them with all four elements at once, sending all eight of them flying head over tail, smashing the two mixed looking dragons into the mountain. I watch them fall, crushing the lion creatures below them. The flying Lycan screams, getting tossed much farther away because she’s smaller than the dragons and the last two were blasted so hard that they are now tumbling toward the earth, struggling to right themselves before they smash into the ground.

, she raised a brow. “No that’s an ass but forget it”, Dragomir replied. He made even more shapes which she kept on trying to identify, “Is that a book? A bird!” He paused, “Okay for my big finish and the most beautiful of all my works, permit me to show you this…” He moved his hand until a large amount of water was suspended in the air and he gradually turned it into… “A horse, that’s a horse!”, She squealed. “This is not any kind of horse, this is a stallion, one we both love. This is Fury…”, he said.

"You celebrate too soon. There is only one true dragon in this world, and that is the Divine Dragon of Etharia. The Dragon's Cyclone, created by Mr. Sloan, originated from the Holtrien octagonal formation. "He may have innovated and forged something deadly, but at the end of the day, the old ways still reign supreme. No matter how the younger ones twist it or flaunt it, they always end up bowing to their ancestors." "Break!" With a roaring shout, endless streams of energy around Andrew's body surged wildly backward, shooting upward. These streams all turned blood-colored, crimson, and black. Flames burned across the surface of these energy streams.

Myra: the sex kind? Dragon: if you would allow me to and you keep an open mind I will take your body places its never been before. Myra: yes, please. Dragon: you will be doing alot of begging tomorrow Kitten. You better try to rest youll need it because once im done with your body your going to wish you had never seeked the Dragon. oh god how can he make me feel so nervous and scared but hungry and ready all at the same time? how do i even reply to that?

I said. “You don’t have to be,” he said with a smirk. “So any Sire can make another dragon submit?” I asked him. “Don’t be an idiot, you’re a gray dragon, stronger than all three Elders combined, we can make her submit,” he said. “Easy as that,” I said sarcastically. “What’s Abeloth saying?” Felix asked me. “In the realm of dragons?” I asked Abeloth. “Duh,” Abeloth said and retreated once again.

Free falling from the sky, I couldn’t stop screaming. My arms flailed around as if trying to grab onto something, even if there was nothing to grab. Above me was a Dragon, galactic in size. He had to be as massive as a mountain. I had to admit that the Dragon was alluringly breathtaking. Luminous metallic purple scales cascaded over its entire form. Its wings arched slightly as they span across the sky. Its head turned down as it looked at me, with large radiant indigo eyes. When it redirected and started flying toward me, I stopped screaming and simply stared at the magnificent beast.

The dragons curled their bodies as they tried to hold against the attacks. “Hey! There are dragons here!” Lesia shouted excitedly as she materialized in one of Jamesʼ formations. She hopped onto the ice dragonʼs head and held at its horns firmly. Hemera followed suit and got atop the other ice dragonʼs head. The ice dragons thrashed around and roared furiously as they tried to get rid of Lesia and Hemera who were sitting on their heads. Despite their efforts, those two spirits seemed to be having a lot of fun.

Brawen clenched her fist and turned her back, before entering the stands was Amaris's voice: "You better come back to me safely" and Chris' calm blue eyes. The bright lights and the cheers of the crowd made Brawen a little dizzy, but the hand remained clenched. Minh can do it. Five dragons from the five schools were waiting there, like the Thunder dragon – the dragon with the smallest body but the fastest speed. In the best conditions, they can go up to March 6 speeds.

Their bodies glistened with sunfire, they coiled around the dragons that opposed her, grinding their scales to dust. Wings beat in panic, slicing through clouds of dust, but the serpents only tightened. Scales cracked. Bones snapped beneath the pressure, a symphony of destruction echoing across the dunes. Some dragons tried to ignite the air with flame, yet their fires suffocated in the storm she commanded , swallowed whole by her wrath older than their bloodlines. Still the glyphs pulsed, drawing breath after breath from the desert. Their movements were endless and unrelenting, each one striking with the force of the shifting earth. The ground became a living graveyard, swallowing dragon r