Stormfly Dragons Novels & Stories

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?"

A deafening crack split the air. Lyra’s gaze snapped upward just in time to see the ancient structure shudder, its stone crumbling, its walls splitting apart. And from its depths, something moved. A shape burst free from the ruins - a monstrous, winged form, rising into the storm-dark sky. Its wings unfurled, blotting out the stars, its scales reflecting the crimson lightning flashing around it. Ekreth. The dragon had awoken. A roar tore through the battlefield, shaking the ground beneath them. The storm raged above, red lightning striking the ruined castle as Ekreth soared higher, his massive form illuminated against the black sky.

Three persons. As the beast got closer, now flying down towards him, Arth found it was a flying lizard; a dragon. It had a long, thick body with dark-scaled skin and black wings like a bat. "More demons ... no ..." Arth sharpened his eyes, then he spotted the three riders, two men and a woman. "Humans?" He said, his eyes spread wide open. "Dracarth!" a woman's voice cried out. The dark dragon breathed in big air, its mouth and nose glowing. As it lunged downward, it blasted swirling purple flames, flying around to burn the demons surrounding Arth.

He gestured at Dayanara, who arched one perfect eyebrow and said nothing. Ivan just shook his head, but he was grinning. “I’m glad you’re here, kid. The lycans and werewolves need a stronger leader.” Before I could ask what that meant, a shadow rolled over the camp, and the air went sharp with panic. Every lycan, bear, vampire, fairy … all of us looked up at the sky. High above, the dragons were fighting, locked in aerial combat with frost wyrms. The sound was like an earthquake made of screaming and metal. Shards of ice and gouts of flame fell in sheets, some of them smashing into the ground with enough force to crater the earth.

The Only option left for him was to continue to change techniques. He shouted the devil's dragon appeared. He raised his both hands into the sky. Suddenly, about hundreds of dragons appeared. They were strange spiritual animals with double heads with big teeth and could walk with their four legs and they could crawl on their belly. They could jump and sustain in the mid-air.

He turned again to Warren who had now propped himself up against the cliff tears in his eyes looking towards Shreftwood silently and slowly saying the words ‘I’m Sorry’ He turned back to the others, his eyes glanced over the Dragonslayer in the distance. “There are many kinds of dragons in this world and that one attacks with a large shockwave of energy, like a volcano blowing its top through the build of pressure. They are attracted to light unlike fire breathers, which hunt by the scent of blood, they sense heat and light that’s why when under attack by a fire breather you can always count on a shockwave to be close by.” “I can hear your thoughts Shreftwood” a voice began to rumble in Shre

These questions were mostly asked by children, as the adults were a lot more reserved. "Oh My God! Is that a dragon?" "Yes, those are Storm Dragons. We call the big one there Stormy he is the oldest and a noble friend of our Guild master. Do you see that massive lake there? The storm dragons created that entire lake with their Mana rain. The water from their rain clouds is saturated with pure mana and this lake and others like it are only the water source for the entire Stardust City. Not just that, this is a training ground for water mages, home to freshwater type beasts, and farm for the growing of underwater plants."