Stormfly Dragons Novels & Stories

At the same time, there was a cultivation manual that showed the innate legacy which the dragon's soul carried—the Apocalyptic Dragonflame! Delighted, Caleb extended his senses to skim through it. He quickly saw that there were six styles in the Apocalyptic Dragonflame, listed in the following order: Dragonbreath, Fire Rain, Falling Star, Aeroflame, Sky Crasher, and World Inferno. Caleb's eyes were ablaze with excitement, as the cultivation method looked top-class from first glance.

But that wasn’t what stole my breath. Standing before us, massive and impossible in the rooftop lights, was a dragon. A silver-scaled, ancient-eyed dragon. Watching us. Calm. “Soren,” I breathed, my voice barely there. “He’s called Obsidian. He’s a friend,” Soren said proudly. “He’s our ride.” Before I could decide if I was hallucinating, he was lifting me onto the creature’s surprisingly comfortable, leathery back. Obsidian shifted, muscles rolling beneath us, and then—with a single, mighty push of his wings—we were airborne.

“The purple dragon told the blue dragon they were family, but the blue dragon didn’t believe her. So now they’re both alone, and the purple dragon thinks maybe she was wrong about being family, and the blue dragon thinks maybe he was mean for not believing her.” Frederick glanced at me, then back at Mia. “What do you think would help the dragons feel better?” “If they could talk again. If the blue dragon could say he’s sorry for calling the purple dragon a liar, and if the purple dragon could explain better about being family.” Mia’s voice got smaller. “But maybe they can’t talk again because the storm is too big.” “Sometimes storms pass,” Frederick said carefully. “Do they? Because this sto

Curiosity prickled, and Storm began, “Lovely mate, I’m glad you’re carrying our hatchling and a pup. You’ve made me the happiest dragon alive.” “A hatchling or a pup? So the baby isn’t a hybrid?” I asked in disbelief. Storm laughed. “One fetus is Dorrin’s and mine—it’s a hatchling. The other is a pup of Alexander and Velkan.” I caught my breath. Twins. “And the third one… we still can’t figure out whose baby it is. It’s a hybrid of a dragon, lycan, and vampire.”

In fact, the sudden bursts of wind carried by the storm bring noise with it, war cries, and my body tenses as figures begin to move through the trees like shadows, chasing… I roar, expanding my wings as I skirt the side of the castle, my talons scraping over the vine-covered roof of the tower. Twelve dragons pierce the clouds as lightning flashes across the skin. Arrows shoot from the forest but miss the dragons as they dive toward the city, talons outstretch and claws ripping vines from the walls, the roofs of buildings. I join Ryker’s ranks. He’s a large, black dragon, like me. Dragons with powers of thunder, of storms, of lightning. We meet each other’s eyes as we soar in a large circle a

"Dragons have never been attacked." Kade finished Brandon's statement. "That's why other supernaturals can't use they gifts here." Brandon dressed and he fed his fish that reminded him of a breed he once researched.. An aqua dragon swimming in its waters. "The fish mother got attacked by predators. I found this little suckers egg and raised him." "How?"

There are thousands of them. Thypon swings his staff around, which emits a beam of flame, setting everything it touches on fire. The people scream and yell for everyone to run. The Minotaur stampede toward them, wielding their axes. The ground trembles again, but this time it’s not from Thypon but Deathworms. They fly half a dozen metres into the air before disappearing into the ground, leaving large holes in the ground. Dragons fly high in the sky, screeching.

(Throltys) Throltys is a proud Dragonnewt, with 250 cm tall, muscular, and scale bound. He is bound to invoke attention from others, he is like a lizardman, but he is not, he is a Dragonnewt a race who is a direct descendant of a dragon. And they are not only smart but also abnormally strong, both magic and physique. Most importantly, the Earth Dragonnewt is undoubtedly loyal to me as their entire race was given to me by the Carefree dragon that lives behind my house back in New City. So in terms of performance and loyalty, Throltys is someone that I don’t even have to worry about at all.

“Now girls, I am a Dhampir like you but, I am a little different. Do you know what a familiar is?” The two older girls nodded. “Well, I have a familiar,” Seraphina pulled the sleeve of her dress down to show them her marking. “Can you guess what it is?” “A Flutterby,” one of the toddlers shouted as she threw her hands up in the air. “A very good guess,” Seraphina lightly tapped her on the nose. “But not quite-“ “-A dragon!” one of the older girls gasped as she stared at the markings. “Yes, very good. So, I am going to shift into my dragon and you are going to fly home on my back with the others. Now my dragon is very big but, she’s very kind and gentle so, you don’t need to be scared, okay?”

he responds. I'm thrilled he can hear me. It must be his magic, though I'm sad at his answer. To have this ability and not use it would cause too much suffering for me. I must think positive thoughts while around him, so I start asking questions while we swoop through the sky. "Tell me the colors of the other dragons." "Goddess have mercy," he growls. "Bastian is red, Laryn blue, and Tahr silver." I'm on a roll. "Do you ever fly together?"