Stormfly Dragons Novels & Stories

Considering that at some point in the near future Mya was going to have to jump off of them, both were equally as terrifying as each other. Storm walked around the base of the structure with a satisfied smile on her face. Her thick black tightly curled hair hung to her shoulders accentuating her rich dark skin and dark brown eyes. Her curves and short stature did a good job of concealing how athletic and strong she was. She was no match for the likes of Lisa in a one on one fight, but she was intelligent and fast which she used to her advantage to outwit and better her opponents. Her Bald Eagle form was stunning. A huge glossy brown bird with a brilliant white head and tail and a bright yell

He thought they only inhabited Draconos. Fireflies and Damselflies and Dragonflies, such insects had once been dragons during their past life—but after death, they had been reincarnated into these beautiful creatures by Lord Hylos. Among those three, the dragons considered Fireflies as the most blessed. Once Lord Hylos had admired the stars … but he could not reach it after countless attempts of flying beyond the heavens … far away they were still. So he blessed his people with another chance to live, turning some of them into glinting stars on land, as to experience the sight of their beauty.

Their mouths hang open as they feel the ground shake and hear the loud roar from the sky. An incredibly large dragon with black, steel blue, and brick red scales flies above the compound with a steady stream of fire barreling out of his mouth, engulfing the building in fire. The dragon continues making passes around the building. Draven sucks in a breath, opens his mouth, and exhales as he roars, blowing flames along the building as he flies past. Smoke seeps from the dragon's body. The spaces between his scales seem transparent, allowing everyone to see the flames burning inside the dragon.

A whole new chapter was waiting for us, and I had no idea what we’d find on the other side, but I knew one thing: Field Team 42’s work wasn’t over. Spitfire was flying through the skies, her wings catching the light of a crisp autumn afternoon. She was whole again, stronger than ever. Her scales shimmered in the sunlight, and beneath her, the earth seemed to pulse with life. She was also pregnant, her body carrying the next generation of p'ckit dragons. She had mated with a male p'ckit dragon during her recovery period—a mating flight that had ended in a partnership of both physical and emotional significance. She flew alongside Starstorm, who had been by her side throughout the journey, wat

How am I to convince her? Once home I ate a slab of beef raw and waited for late night to come. When it became late and dark enough, and with no moon tonight. Which helps. I went to the roof and stripped off my clothes, setting them inside the small shed on the roof, and shifted into my emerald, green dragon. I spread my wings wide and pushed off with my mighty legs. I kept to the darker places as I flew and headed out over the ocean to get a good flight in. When I flew far enough away from land, I stopped and hovered looking around to make sure I was alone. Not seeing any ships on the water, I felt I was safe and alone, I built up my dragon fire from the depth of my being and blew out towar

Griffins. With wings of gold, blue and green, the rare creatures of lore swooped down upon the battlefield, swiping their claws, lashing their tails, and flapping their wings. Their roars alone caused many Elves to back away, but it was those who rode on the backs of the griffins that caused Elves to instantly run or lay down their arms. The priests of the temple of Emenasari held golden staffs with intricate designs and twisted shapes in their hands. They leaped from their griffins before the creatures even touched the ground, and swung the staffs with ease, using their other hand to control the environment around them. The priest, Kharis Traeliorn, jumped from his griffin near the Queen, a

Harris thought it was so magical being in the sky and looking at the two large dragons flying on their right. Harris could easily tell which one was Lana. Her dragon was almost half the size of Adonis and Atticus. Draven was bigger than both. His wing span was larger, and his body was twice the size of Lana's. Draven’s tail stretched out longer than the other two dragons. The spikes along his head and neck were sharper, more pronounced and longer, and his talons looked deadlier.

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.