To Shape A Dragon's Breath Book 2 Novels & Stories

I could tell he was strong. He didn't have a weapon though and how much did it take out of him to shift his shape? I drew on the energy I had saved up from feeding on Theo; I shifted from my familiar face to a dragon queen. My leathery wings tripled in size while my body changed into the great lizard form. I felt my tail grow thicker, longer, become tipped with spikes. I felt the exact moment when I could breathe fire. Roaring, I opened my mouth and blew a thin stream of flame right at the spider monster. I was fast enough he couldn't jump away, but he had good reflexes so he was barely damaged by the fire before he leapt away.

Xavier shouted and the knights moved quickly and used a harpoon with chains to seal the dragon on the ground and to immobilize it. The dragon looked like a chain mummy. Xander, Sussie, and I didn't waste any time and used earth magic to get us to a higher ground. We started creating magma balls, they're the compressed fire magic I created when we first fought the dragon, just a little bigger and upgraded. I named it, if it's cringey, I don't care. It's hard to think of cool names. We aimed for the dragon's throat. Why the throat? Why not it's heart? The fire breathing happens on it's throat. Its heart is covered with thick steel like scales while the throat not so much and I would very much

He blew a fire breath that scorched the ground beneath her feet and she just smirked. The infected dragon blinked his milky white eyes and his head turned to the left as if he was trying to understand that human who has no fear. Alice took a deep breath and her breasts moved along with it. Then, when she exhaled, the fire surrounding her glowed brighter. The dragon snuffled and took a few steps backward, and an angry roar broke free. He was angry. Alice followed him as she raised her right arm and, to everyone’s astonishment, a huge spear emerged out of her palm.

Brown eyes widened in shock at what she saw. "It's real," she breathed. There stood an enormous dragon, black scales shining in the dim lighting. It turned its head in her direction, crimson eyes sparkling like rubies. Smoke billowed from its nostrils as its quiet growl vibrated in Sophia's chest. The dragon attempted to move towards her, but the rattle of thick chains sounded and stopped the large creature's movements. Sophia took a step back, still in awe at the sight of the majestic mythical creature. The dragon existed; Sophia was dumbfounded. The beast stared at her; sharp teeth bared in her direction. This monster’s ability to put her in danger loomed in the back of her mind, but Sophi

He grunted, "Those little shits!" I left him and went to stand in front of Saraya. Her eyes were blazing blue inferno and sweat beaded over her temple. Jared, Anton and the rest of the men were covered by her shield. The dragon was evidently programmed to burn us all, including its rider. Lowering my head to press a kiss to Saraya's lips. I leapt upward through the barrier, shapeshifted into my true form and straddled the dragon. It shrieked loudly trying to throw me off and in the process bellowed fire at the Vrionis flying balloon, causing it to combust and crumble. Its shards rain down on the snow-covered ground. I reached for the contraption around its neck and ripped it off. As soon as

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.

Across one link. Then another. Then another. Emmy stood. Ignisvath rose beside her. They joined hands. Not because the magic demanded it. Because they chose to. The chain broke. The sound shook the Dragontooth Mountains. Xander roared. Caliana screamed. Dimitrius raised his staff. White fire erupted toward the ceiling. The broken chain fell. And from inside the First Flame— something stepped forward. A dragon. Not flesh. Not entirely. Made of white flame and black shadow.

He is the vice president of the Black group. "The final presentation is on my laptop. Get my laptop ready," Kael instructed his assistant, Lena Steward. She is in her early twenties. She is a low-level dragon with limited powers. Dragons are three types: black, orange, and green. Alpha Dragons are black, while mid- to average-level Dragons are orange. Dragons without a beast are green. They have heightened senses, but cannot shift. "Yes, boss," Lena replied. She pulled his laptop from the laptop bag while she entered the private elevator with Kael and Michael. The moment she removed the laptop, water started dripping down from the laptop.

she sobbed. The Burn had tormented dragons for over two decades. Many dragons have lost their families to the terrible blight. No one knew how it started, or how to cure it. We just knew it killed. The Burn gets triggered when a Dragon tries to take their shifted forms. All Dragon Shifters can breathe fire in their shifted forms, which makes us immune to fire. But The Burn turns a Dragon fire against them, making them burn from the inside out. The only way to avoid succumbing to the plague is to not shift, essentially denying us the right to be ourselves. It's easier for adult dragons to fight the urge to shift, but it's way harder for dragons in transition.

"Ronan, please cease this persistent stalking. The exact second your boots abandoned my line at the sacred altar of the Silverfang Chamber, our alignment was permanently shattered. We can never share the same path again." Ronan’s eyes well up with hot, alpha moisture. Suppressing the overwhelming bitterness rotting his core, his jaw sets into a stubborn, aggressive line as he forces his final decree through his teeth. "Our bloodlines can be welded back together, Chika. My beast will force your heart to fall in love with my command once more."