Stormfly Dragons Novels & Stories

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.

“You’re thinking about war.” Brie didn’t deny it. “The Draynor could end the Dawlya,” she said softly. “Not slowly. Not surgically. Completely.” She lifted her gaze to the sky, imagining it darkened with wings. “They have no dragons. No air superiority. No real defenses against coordinated dragon fire. We could burn every stronghold, every council hall, every ritual site they have. End a war that’s lasted longer than most histories remember.” Max remained silent, but his attention sharpened.

“It’s hard to stay out of trouble. Training has taken up most of my time.” “What do you do when you train?” I asked, walking over to the bed and sitting on the edge of it. “I have to work out with the thrall. Be available to spar with the others.” “Thrall?” I asked, figuring this was the best time to learn a little bit more about them. “Yeah, wolves have packs. Dragons have thralls or flocks.” He said, plugging his phone onto the charger and sitting it on top of one of the cardboard boxes. “Our kind need to be around each other. It soothes our beasts, makes us stronger.”

This time,I smirk and my dragon chuckles excited to unleash. I step out of the cage and they all focus on me. “Come at me bitches.” I smile as I feel the fire lick at my skin. “Whenever you're ready little one” my dragon rasps. I wait until they are close and together,then “Now.” Flames shoot out and burn them whole,turning them to ashes in a second. I have never directed my flame at any living thing before,so I'm pretty amazed by how they burn out quickly,but then again,the flames my dragon breaths Isn't ordinary. I've always know that.

The dragons, proud and fierce in flight, Guard ancient truths and sacred rights. Their eggs are gems of breath and flame, Yet stolen now in power’s name. Ryuki How in the world did Skylar think she was going to leave her dragon? It’s impossible. Cyryl may not be able to fly yet, but there’s no way she’s going to allow Skylar to leave her. She may only be a hatchling, but that doesn’t mean she can’t and won’t call the thunder to war.

‘A crispy snack, that is,’ my wolf snickers. There are a few things that can kill a vampire. Dragon fire is one of those things. ‘Too bad Trent doesn’t blow fire but thunders.’ I don’t have a lot of experience with dragons, but Trent, Voros’ dragon, can easily tear apart a vampire in two. His power is that of the electric storm, making him one of the rarest dragons out there. Fire dragons are the most common ones, followed by ice and earth. Voros has never used his power since coming here, but he has been building up a storm for a few weeks now. The grey clouds covering the sky day and night are mostly Voros doing, and when we are gone, a much needed rain will flood this valley. With a bit o