Stormfly Dragons Novels & Stories

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 Omniscient Deity said calmly, “If you haven’t figured it out, there’s no need for you to understand either. You simply need to know that it won’t be disadvantageous for you. There are quite a few powerhouses right now, including Sky and James, who have ascended the Skyward Stairway’s Ninth Stair. Moreover, there are also the Six Great Soldiers. Plus, the Dragonslayer forged to slaughter the dragon has also surfaced. No, it should be called the Primordial Dragon Blade now. “Everything is in place, and the plan to slay the dragon can begin.” Thomas looked at the Omniscient Deity and asked, “Are you doing this for the dragon’s blood?” “Haha,” The Omniscient Deity chuckled. “If I were doing

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

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

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

Not easily derailed rouge jumped up that when he let his reserves about his abilities go, well to at least save him from the pending paperwork. Using his fire element favorite origin, rage. With its fur lit in orange ambers, the persistent flame continued to dig until it howled in pain and the scent of burnt hair followed the dog. He released flame to destroy the bustard and for some reason the dragon joined voluntarily burning it, to a crisp. The dog might have ruined a moment or worse severed the growing attraction which could be a twisted form of beastiality, right? It is a shifter there must be a human in there, at least he hopes. ‘’I have to go.’’