To Shape A Dragon's Breath Book 2 Mga Nobela at Kwento

Something's very wrong. A scream tore from her lips, echoing through the trees. But the sound was cut short as a massive shadow passed overhead, blotting out the stars. Cathy's heart thundered in her chest as she recognized the familiar silhouette. ‘The dragon. Magnus's dragon.’ The dragon spirit—Magnus's dragon—landed beside her with earth-shaking force. Its obsidian scales gleamed in the moonlight, each one a mirror reflecting her own wide-eyed wonder. ‘It's here. It's actually here.’

Whatever," the girl stamped her foot. - We need a target for hunting, I want it to be them! - As you say, my beauty. Why not? He was on his feet in one smooth, incredibly fast movement, looked at his wife. Elena clapped her hands in delight as she watched the dragon's broad, still ghostly wings unfold behind her husband's back. Thanks to my readers for walking with me through out my writing journey of this book. Expect more in few weeks from now.Book two is in process and will be out very soon Thank you and love you all

“Amber. Sort of a musky, smoldering scent. Did you know that air dragons and fire dragons have elements that influence the other?” She shakes her head, leaning into me again. “Will you show me?” she asks. “Light your fire again,” I say to her. She does and when she has her fire burning on her finger, I gently blow my air onto it, making it shoot up into the air. “Ohhhh!” she says, turning and looking at me again. “Can you do it again?” she asks excitedly. “I can,” I say, blowing my air on her and this time, turning it into a small fire tornado.

The battered wings lay broken and still. Caelia gasped, half-relieved and half-terrified, until a low, rumbling growl shook the air. Before her loomed an obsidian-scaled dragon, its massive form exuding power, each muscle rippling beneath dark, gleaming scales. The dragon’s head swung down to her, its fiery golden eye inches away as warm breath poured over her, rustling her thin clothing. Her heart hammered as she struggled to keep from fainting, the world spinning as her body gave out.

People pointed skyward, and following their line of sight, I spotted the silhouette against the moon—a dragon, majestic and terrible, its scales glinting like burnished armour. "We are too late," the witch whispered, despair threading her words. "No," I said, determination crystallising within me as I rushed forward. The light in my hand glowed fiercely, growing with my resolve. Closing the distance, I hurled the ball of light with unerring aim. The dragon evaded, but I followed with another, grazing its wing. It spiralled downward, crashing through the trees with a force that shook the earth. The burning scent of scorched wood filled my nostrils as I approached, power sizzling at my fingert

She is completely right, these f*ckers all need a lesson. The dragon stretches his wings and roars so loudly, the wind is shooshing around us. We don’t make the first move, we almost never do. Not just because it’s dumb, but also because we only retort to violence if we are left no choice. Or if they push us too far. So, we just stand and wait for the dragon to move. We haven’t fought any dragons ever. Hell, we haven’t ever even seen one! So it’s better to watch and see what happens. It opens his mouth and shoots a ray of fire - also called dragon’s breath - which will incinerate everything in its path. We quickly dodge the fire, but the dragon turns its mouth, the fire remains hot on our ta

The animals run and fly around the room before dissolving. Taran smiles, “Can you make a dragon?” I smile, “I will try.” I think about Taran in his dragon form. Finally, I push out the ball of pink smoke from my hand as a dragon forms. It flies around the room and exhales pink smoke. I hold out my hand, letting it land on me. Taran sticks out his finger to touch it, only for the dragon to snap at him. “I’m sorry,” I quickly say while dissolving the dragon by waving my other hand.

She looked at the bookshelves again and noticed a red book with the gold figure of a dragon . ' Legends of dragons ? ' thought Charlotte curious when she read its title . Charlotte stretched herself and tried to reach the book on the upper shelf . " Just a bit more........Geez ! Why did I have to be so short ?!........ " said Charlotte trying to get the book that had caught her attention . While she was trying to reach the book on the shelf , a large muscular arm stretched towards the book . A hand covered with black gloves took the book . Charlotte was surprised and turned her head to see who was .

I scream and cling even tighter onto his spike, closing my eyes. The dragon lets out a whine. I open an eye to see his sad look. He twirls again, but time is much slower. As we bypass clouds, I gain the courage to reach my hand out and glide it across the cloud. I let out a breath of excitement which seems to have pleased the dragon. He soars high above the large mountains and hovers in the air, breathing a large gulf of fire. I laugh at his playfulness and then look down and lose my breath momentarily as I see Moon Crest Castle, and the land toward it that was once lush and beautiful is now dark and dreary.

After a few moments when I am sure I no longer hear the steps or hearts of the others I resume moving my these lips against my mate. I lift my head to the sky and roar flames out of Magmas mouth to the forest around us. As the fire crackles and blazes I let it build for a brief moment. I pull in all the flames that I can breathe in extinguishing them in a rush. I hold it in these lungs waiting for the fire to cool. I move my lips back to the lips of my mate. With them I pry his lips open and fill the gap in with my own. As my lips form his I begin to breathe the cooled fire that I have held in my lungs into his body giving him the kiss of a dragon.