Targaryen Fire And Blood Novels & Stories

I left the car door open in my haste to make it closer to the ensuing battle, calling forward Thalia as I ran and letting flames engulf me and I pulled my focus and balled up fire in my hands ready for use. As soon as I had an opening I hurled a fireball at the side of a northern wolf, and the shock seemed to freeze the battle for a moment as all eyes turned towards me. Using the distraction to my advantage I quickly shot off three more flames hitting my target each time with a force that caused them to stagger back before the burns registered and their screams broke the shock. Only now all the norther efforts were focused on me, thirty sets of glowing blue eyes as teeth were barred and mout

His eyes flashed blue as he ran to it, the tent before pulling it open and staring inside. Nothing. Except a huge pool of blood. Ravenna.... "Axel!" Axel heard Kyle's voice first before he felt the body fall on his and the soft gasp that came out of his mouth. The man in front of him pulled out the silver knife from Kyle who jerked at the pull before suddenly combusting, screaming and wailing loudly before burning to ashes as Ash and Asteri ran to Axel "Are you okay Brother?" Axel's hand that were now on the blondes back felt the blood gushing out and his mind blanked.

He fell on the floor ,,,The two Lavianas moved closer and pointed their swords at him. Kingston’s hair turned red all of a sudden,,they moved back. He looked up and his eyes were as red as flames of fire. The whole place was beginning to become so h0t to endure,,he wasn’t himself any more. He stood up and before they could blink,,,one of them was consumed by fire. The real Leviana fell on the floor coughing,,the heat was too much to take it. Kingston ignored her and walked to where the tube was,,he took it at once and disappeared immediately.

One thousand five hundred years ago, before the Fires of Alira, the great dragon kingdom of Highmire lived in unrest. The king, Sindre, was lost on what should be done. His most trusted advisors and close friends, Sixten and Lochness, found themselves in disagreement. Sindre had never witnessed the two this much at odds with one another.

"Yes..." "If I remember correctly, the book said that it was rare for the daughter of a Karaina not to possess magic." "Are you not listening to me?" Scarlett said, getting increasingly frustrated at Marcellus' suggestion that there was an apex of magic in her. "I told you. I've never been able to handle fire." "But that wasn't fire..." "What the hell was it, then?" Prince Marcellus paused to look at Scarlett, his unnatural eyes fixing on hers. "I'm not quite inclined to tell you because you have that look in your face that tells me you're about to attack something."

Go away, before I change my mind from sparing your lives. I shuddered from his statement. If I understand correctly, the Basilisk that was killed in Avalone is not the real Basilisk that guards the hollow. "We know that you are guarding the relic of fire. We need it to defeat the dark lord—" Thou shall not speak his name! I was worried when the whole environment shook and small pieces of rock fell. This conversation is getting ugly. I'm getting more and more nervous, it might be the end of us for a while.

“Queen Clareath married my mother’s brother, becoming Queen, and began her campaign against the fairy brethren in Uyan Taesil. My mother discovered Clareath’s foul doings, and sought help from the Fae Courts, however having a strain of Elvish blood meant that none of the normal trespasses that would gain her entry and audience would work. In the end, she sought a Seer and a good-witch, who directed her to seek dragon’s aid – my father.” “Ohhh,” Perditha murmured. “A brethren heir to mankind’s kingdom.” “Yes. That is Tarragon, my oldest sister. To aid my mother in taking back Uyan Taesil from Clareath, Prince Rivyn made her a sword, Intuin Desparen. To the daughters of our family, it reads ‘L

Charles suddenly asked. Reggie was taken aback. It took him a while to take it in. He had moved to the garage ever since his mother left and his father started drinking. Charles would come home drunk and would sometimes hit him. Even with all that, Reggie never hated his father. Instead, he blamed his mother for their misfortune. Her departure made his father miserable. It made Reggie promise himself that he would never fall in love with a woman. Seeing his father in that state made him sad and depressed.

I heard the annoyance in his voice. "Sorry, Pyro, I came from—" "King Fire. We are outside, Fira." He crossed his arms on his chest. "Follow me." He turned his back to me. I was shocked when I saw the blood on his garment. It was red, but it became maroon due to bleeding. I knew that it was blood because the color was different. I ran beside him and walked, labeled with him. "King Fire, what happened to your back? Oh, crap! You need serious medical attention. Do I need to call King Are—"

"Grander managed to put many of the men to flight, but the mounted troops were completely decimated, as were the archers and builders. Some of the lords have been beheaded, some of their sons have gone over to the enemy, bringing the remaining troops." Taryn pounded her fist on the table, feeling the anger grow in her as the torch fire began to flare up more dangerous, more aggressive, to the rhythm with her anger; the small flames danced and rose upwards, getting bigger and bigger, fed by Taryn herself. She took the glass tray in front of her and threw it against one door leaf, disintegrating it, while the other opened and Elhias appeared and squinted his eyes almost struck by the tray. He