Wings Of Fire Book Darkness Of Dragons Novels & Stories

"You don't get to wear his voice. You don't get to touch him." The flames burst out of me like a flood, spiraling around my arms, my chest, my back. They didn't feel like ribbons anymore. They felt like wings. Huge, burning, terrible wings. I slammed into the shadow. Light exploded through the cavern, so bright the stone looked like it was on fire. The water screamed as my flames hit it, steam and ash tearing upward in a whirlwind. The shadow staggered, its storm of faces shredding under the attack, black dissolving into sparks.

I was late morning when Tristan entered the room pulling my head of the book, I looked at him in slight amazement. “We have the conference call in twenty minutes.” He greeted stepping into the room as I looked up. “What?” He asked and I held up the book. “Tristan, this book.” I stated not really knowing how to explain it. “It’s a novel, just a story that I found in the library, but it’s based on a family of werewolves, the two daughters, twins, were born with a special gift, they could produce fire and ice.” I uttered and watched as his brows rose. “They later became joint alphas of the their pack. Do you think this could be the story of the alpha twins that we were looking for?”

Although the risk was great, but he couldn't think about that for now. RAAAARRRRRR... "DEAD!" BOOMMM... "Fire of darkness!" BOOMMM... Swisshh... ROAAARRRRR.... Long Chen's roar grew louder as he took the form of a dragon of darkness. His resistance against hundreds of corpses drove Long Chen mad. He killed and continued to kill all those corpses that couldn't die. It was with the help of the flames of darkness that the undead corpses were burned to ashes.

The end of the world smelled of sulfur and crushed violets. Princess Saoirse, the last true blood of the Dragon Kings, stood before the cracked vanity mirror in the servant’s quarters. Her hands trembled violently as she destroyed her birthright. The paste—a foul mixture of river mud, crushed walnut shells, and soot—felt cold and slimy against her scalp. Outside, the sky was bleeding. The Dragon Kingdom of Aethelgard, a realm of glass spires and singing winds, was dying. It wasn't dying quietly. It was screaming under the iron treads of the Empire’s war machines.

I was bonded to one of the most ruthless and deadly Lycan of the territory and it had come with some power boosts. I turned back to the books I was reading and read closely on creatures of fire. The first book that I came across was called Beings of The Flame and it only showed and revealed information about dragons. It showed over four hundred types of species of fire breathing dragon from Wyrm dragons, to Arctic dragons, to Basilisk Dragons. I stopped reading because I felt the answers I was looking for had nothing to do with me being a dragon. I was a werewolf, through and through. I came across another extensive book called Creatures of Light and Night but it only spoke about winged crea

I used the second of advantage to leap onto his back, claws digging between scales, wolf teeth tearing at the joints where scales thinned. Crux let out a furious roar and bucked me off, my body slamming into a column that cracked straight down the middle. My vision wavered. But then I thought of November and my herd. And fire surged again. I pushed up, shaking dust from my wings, flames rippling across my black scales. A red fire glowed around my claws, wolf strength mixed with dragon heat. Crux’s molten eyes narrowed. He hadn’t expected me to rise again. I roared loud enough to shake dust from the ceiling and launched myself at him one more time.

Serenya stood in the center of the blaze, her eyes glowing gold-white, her hair whipping in the heat. “Serenya, you’ll burn—” She looked at him and shook her head. “No. This isn’t fire.” The flames lifted like wind, swirling around her, forming wings of light that unfurled behind her shoulders. The runes on the stones beneath her feet reignited, glowing in response to her awakening power. Maelis hissed. “So it begins.” She spread her hands, summoning darkness to counter the light. The two forces collided with a sound like shattering glass, sending shockwaves through the ruins.

The shadow creatures surged in endless waves, crashing against her fire dome like a sea of teeth and claws. Sera’s strength faltered. Blood ran from her nose, her mouth, her ears. Her fire sputtered. Her wings cracked. Adrien stirred, silver fire flaring faintly in his veins. His hand squeezed hers. “Let me go,” he whispered. “Save yourself.” Her eyes blazed, golden fire dripping from her lashes. “Never.” The dome shattered, Shadows poured in, crashing down, Sera’s scream rose like a second sun. She unleashed everything, every drop of fire left, a storm of gold that scorched the abyss.

She knew one fall from there would put her back in the bed she so desperately got away from. Her eyes scanned the field again as a smile was plastered to her face. She was so intrigued and mesmerized by the area she couldn’t believe something so beautiful was here. The space was large enough to accommodate two dragons to open there wings and fly. They wouldn’t be able to go far but at least they could open there wings. She was happy, the beauty of dragons should not be kept hidden if it can be helped. She will purpose to Asrar that one of these be built in every city and run by a trusted person.

Every other time one of her past selves had died Lawrence s release from the flames and into the Announcer had been simultaneous. Something was different; something that was making her see things that couldnt possibly be real. Wings on fire. Daniel! she cried out. What looked like Daniels wings soared through waves of flames, catching fire but not smoldering, as if they were made of fire. All she could make out were white wings and violet eyes. Daniel? The fire rolled across the darkness like a giant wave across an ocean. It crashed onto an invisible shore and washed furiously over Lawrence , rushing up her body, over her head, and far behind her.