Stormfly Dragons Romane & Geschichten

However, the air was filled with the thick stench of death. "Take care of yourself, Flynn!" Stuart suddenly shouted with all his might as he made a leap into the air. He aimed the wooden sword in his hand at the three-headed Flood Dragon's neck. "I'll help you, Grandpa!" Flynn knew it was dangerous, but he did not hesitate. He leaped toward the flood dragon with the sword in his hand as well. However, the last monster spirit from the tomb was too powerful. Its tail curled around Flynn and lifted him into the air as it flung him away hard.

Its tail was lizard-like, though scale-less as the rest of it, and without the distinctive small fins at the tip such as a Dragon had. Ghaeron spread his wings and flapped upward toward the thing, spewing flame when he got near. The beast flinched and moved away from the fire, but was not seriously injured. It flapped and maneuvered as well, engaging in a pattern that had the two airborne foes circling one another in the sparse clouds. It cried out in defiance, and spat a mass of yellowish ichor at the Dragon. Ghaeron swerved, but some of the substance splashed across his hip. He dove and then turned the action into a climb, pivoting and flapping quickly. He flamed the beast again, bringing

Wings flare wide—dragonfire erupting in roaring streams that twist into flaming spirals, carving clean, molten holes through the tendrils. Severed ends writhe, spraying void ichor that freezes into black crystals. I feel the impact through the bond—shockwave rippling. *Damage Taken: zero (Shield Absorbed)* The swarm surges closer. I summon **Blood Hurricane**—hundreds of crimson-lightning tornadoes launching silent into the void, blood spinning like razor storms. *Skill Chain Bonus: three hundred percent Damage vs. Void Entities* *Mana Cost: forty-five percent* They tear into the swarm—tornadoes grinding carapace to dust, lightning forking inside beasts, exploding them from within.

A deep, ancient growl echoed from the void. Selene and Nyra froze, swords lowered. Selene’s eyes narrowed. “No… this can’t be.” Nyra steadied her breath. “The prophecy... ” she whispered; “Mother of Ruin… Daughter of Flame… The sky cracks…” From the breach descended something beyond magic, an ancient presence, older than gods. A colossal form, coalescing from storm clouds: a dragon wrought of lightning and shadow, wings spanning the horizon. Its eyes glowed molten white; its roar shook the very foundations.

Opening the door, I peek out and see the black haired beauty staring back at me. “Hello,” I said, looking down at my bare feet. Not willing to look up, I get distracted when a glowing light comes from my rib cage. Getting this tickling feeling, I lift my shirt and take a look. Blue dragons with ice spitting from their mouths are shaped into a yin and yang sign. The glowing gets brighter, so I shield my eyes before looking down once more. My blue dragons turned into one blue and one red dragon, seeming to battle each other. Shock and disbelief come from the man in front of me. I hear a groan sound from behind him and look around his shoulder to see the same stranger I thought I had dreamed ab

I sat down on the chair facing the sofa and I let my eyes return to normal. “The moment the King lays eyes on Abigail he’ll want her to bond with Prince Nicu. The strongest dragon in existence is the gray dragon. The silver white dragon is next in line, then comes the violet dragon and so on. Royal Dragons have always been what is known as Russian Violet, the darkest shade. We all know the darker the shade the stronger the dragon.” “A woman born of a man with a strong dragon is desirable but the bond has always been respected.” If we were normal people Sorin would’ve been right, but we weren’t.

I tell them what I thought, and Ty starts laughing so hard she is crying. “You are all assholes.” Storm grumbles. Elayni smacks my arm as she tells me to behave. I can’t help it. This is some funny shit. Even Dray and Drake and chuckling. They both have smirks on their faces. Even though I won’t admit it out loud, Storm still scares me. The guy is fucking huge. I am unsure if it is because of his vampire or dragon heritage. Dragons are built bigger than most shifters. The closest in size would be bear shifters. Storm told us that his vampire side is from the European Norwegian countries. I know that people in that part of the world are larger in size than in other areas. I mean,

"No. It does not. I've had better." He chuckled. "You lie." I swallowed and clenched my fists hard as i mirrored his coy smile. "Do i though?I must say,i am quite disappointed. Even human males do better. Your touch makes me sick."His eyes darkened and i knew i should not have. Zephyros might have ignored the jab but Dragons were creatures of humongous pride. They would never ignore insults. In a split second he was in front of me,grabbing me by my hands and slamming me into the nearest tree. It knocked the air out of me and i gasped for breath.

She had watched as they set everything ablaze, their massive wings fanning the flames as they burned the brightness and vibrancy of existence into nothingness. Now, a black splotch of scorched acreage, lying dead. Yet, something about them had her intrigued. She had to admit, she was impressed given their size, how they moved with such grace and elegance, as if they were the true rulers of life and death. How they stayed at just the right height as they maneuvered through the sky, swooping in and out as if they were playing a child’s game of chase with smoke and fire. She watched as intelligence swam behind the eyes of the dragon that had found her, yet never gave her away.