Stormfly Dragons Novels & Stories

The fire dragon roared, its flames flashing about in the dark storm before vanishing completely. The dark storm faded after one last collision. The gigantic ball of black liquid continued heading forward, shocking Wilbur to his core. Adam was far too powerful, and he might kill Wilbur if this went on. With no other choice, Wilbur chose to cast the Dragon Spell once more. "Dragon Spell: Thunder Strike!" With a roar, a thunder dragon flashing with light all over its body shot out from the cloud, soaring toward the enormous liquid ball. The thunder dragon did not crash into the ball immediately. Instead, it soared above it as it struck the ball with lightning.

He’s afraid that the Mother Dragon may take her away from him. Stormy Clan was an ancient dragon clan, the origin of all dragon spirits. It had a direct connection with the dragon divinity. But the whole clan had vanished, following the death of the Father Dragon. His queen, the Mother Dragon, was too devastated to continue ruling. She soaked in her own tears every day. Her body became weak and her spirit suffered. She had no choice but to fall into a lengthy hibernation, which had persisted for a long time. With her relinquishment, the dragon spirits finally disappeared from each dragon in the kingdom.

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I didn't need to ask what kind of dragon he was. "That's Tinderflare The Ash Maker, and he's just upset that he can't control his flames," Drizzle explained. "He is terrified of hurting you. You see, every time he opens his mouth, flames come out." "I see," I replied. I decided to leave him be. I knew he would come to me when he was ready. "So isn't there supposed to be five of you?"

Lizzy mused. “They looked at me as if I was a bug to squash,” Chloe said bitterly. “Perhaps, if they knew your origin, they’d think differently,” Lizzy offered. “Now, tell me about the dragon part. How marvelous to be able to transform into such a majestic beast. How very lucky. Did you know that there is a planet in the Oobla galaxy that has some of the most advanced scientific minds in the universe and these minds are housed within the bodies of dragons? Your Tristan is a blessed soul.”

He looked down and then back at her praying she knew how to start a fire. In there world each dragon fell under five categories. Fire dragons , mostly consisting of the color pink, red and orange, could breath fire. Earth dragons consisting of yellow, purple and brown, Where none fire breathers but could make the ground move however they needed it. Water dragons, mostly green and blue, they could breath water and also had healing properties. Air dragons, they consisted of grey and black they could blow strong wind currents with either there wings or breath. The last one was the most rarest of them all and that was the spirit dragon. They normally where pure white with silver tints. At night

The tiny purple dragons fly about the room, the large metal collars that hang around their necks glint on the sun. "What are these?" Flavius asks in awe. "These are Miniature SpitFires, mounts used by dragon slayers for hundreds of years. Go ahead, you can pick one," I tell him. "Why are you giving me one of these?" he asks. "When we travel to places like the Horde of Fates, it would be safer for you to ride on one of these instead of on me. Not to mention SpitFires are strong, and loyal. I would feel more comfortable if you had one with you for when I am not around," I explain.

“Elysian, let me introduce you to the men who are the major part of this Vaughan pack, the men who have contributed to making this Vaughan pack, powerful than any other. First, this guy is Adrian Storm, you have met him earlier, he is a high breed serpent, who has been part of this pack since I became the alpha.” “Oh, so you mean he is an Imugi, who is unable to turn into a dragon! Woah!!!” I exclaimed to know about him, I never thought I could meet someone who was about to turn into a dragon. “Your mate sure knows how to rub salt on someone’s open bruises.” A guy with Icy blonde hair spoke up. “Excuse me?” I didn’t understand why he said that but it sure was in a rude way.

figure out what was drawing me into him so much. "Basically, I'm pretty sure we kept it that way for a reason though to be honest it can get annoying." He shruged smirking at me before getting up. "So why do you keep looking at me like that?" His eye brow raised and gods I thought I might faint. "Your different then what I'm used to." I replied trying not to let the blush give me away. "I bet, so your a week from eighteen? I'm twenty-one myself. I'm curious would you trust me enough to shift on your birthday?" He's eyes held a hint of something I couldn't place. I felt myself nod yes wondering what he was thinking. "Tell me about your pack." I mumbled looking at the trees around us. "It's k

Many would surrender. Kohl whipped his tail around and sent five boars into the approaching enemy. His father did the same, but more Tryn crashed over their fallen comrades. Their short, black leather wings unable to lift themselves more than a few feet from the ground. They were half the size of dragons and stood hunched over at about seven feet tall. Skin darker than the night and red glowing eyes as they scampered closer. “Go!” Kohl shouted. His father ignored him and threw another pig, then blasted the trees with his dragon fire to make them tumble and crush on top of several of the enemy.