Wings Of Fire Book Darkness Of Dragons Novels & Stories

The sorcerer tried to counter with their own dark magic, but my flames consumed their shadows with unyielding brightness. With a triumphant roar, Elly joined in the attack, her fiery breath intertwining with mine to create a blazing inferno that engulfed the sorcerer in a whirlwind of searing light. The dark figure screamed in agony as the flames licked at their form, dispelling the shadows that cloaked them in mystery. As the blaze subsided, the sorcerer staggered back, their robes smoldering and their once imposing figure now hunched in defeat. Alpha Dominic and the pack members watched in awe as the threat that had loomed over them was vanquished by a mere healer and her dragon companion.

Khaos's armor cracked and shattered, its dark, twisted plates crumbling to the ground as the dragon's flames seared through the metal, scorching the Demon Lord's skin beneath. Khaos stumbled, his eyes wide with agony, as Ronan and Dynaris continued their relentless assault. The flames danced across his body, consuming his dark magic and weakening his defenses. The Dark Lord's screams grew louder, more desperate, as he realized his powers were dwindling, his control over the shadows faltering.

The sky over the Shattered Vale burned with the aftermath of war, smoke rising in black plumes, molten rivers casting eerie light over the battlefield. Soldiers, exhausted and battered, pressed forward, rallying behind the king who now moved like living fire. Verath Dravenor, Dragon King, had fully unleashed his power, wings spanning the horizon, scales glowing molten gold. Every step he took scorched the ground, yet his focus was unwavering, tethered by the bond that connected him to Elara.

Her dragons were a magnificent sight to see. “Destroy them!” Layana shouted to her dragons, Fire and Ice blasted across the sky illuminating it as The Dark Lords’ riders raised barriers, but they were not enough, hundreds died in an instant. The two armies met, and it became a mess, Layana focused on the furthest away, commanding her dragons to target at the back towards the palace walls.

Once they were settled in he whispered, "I will cast to you the memories that I have and then you can always ask more questions." Emma snuggled up to him and felt happier as his mood shifted and then she closed her eyes as he started to cast his memories to her. At first there was nothing but mist and whisps of clouds and within the center was a fire burning brightly. It was hard to look into the burning flames but almost imposible to look away. For upon the dias, stood a dragon that grew ever more powerful as the fire burned hotter. The smoke and flames appeared to form the dragon and his scales reflected the firelight. His scales were cerulean blue but shimmering in darkness they appeare

Fafnir screams. Without a moment to lose I faze back into my dragon form and begin to fly out of the clearing. I cannot leave my brother alone here. Halting I turn back to where I last saw my brother to make sure he is okay. I see his blue scales emerging from the trees as he comes out. Fafnir roars loudly sending out a blast of electric blue flames into the forest. Oddly enough, the flames ricochet off the trees, and back onto my brother. He is engulfed in his own blue flames, as the smell of burning flesh hits my nose.

The dragon blinked a final time and averted its eyes somewhere else as if it had heard her whisper and honored her plea. That was weird. Although the dragon had looked elsewhere, Evrah couldn't help but stare at it. She watched the destruction and chaos it brought to life. The obliteration it seemed to revel in. All of them seemed to be enjoying their devastating results. She had watched them chase folks down, spitting the elements and flame in the direction of her fellows. She had watched as they set everything ablaze, their massive wings fanning the flames as they burned the brightness and vibrancy of existence into nothingness.

The dragon caught him as they flew into the sky. He held onto Glacier’s scales tightly and calmly patted the dragon. Then he lifted his eyes. Too late. Shadow Scale’s flames were already coming toward them. Raphael tried to dodge. But there was no time. The fire struck Glacier. For a moment, everything went silent. Then Glacier released a powerful roar. One side of the dragon burned with fire. The other side froze with ice. Two forces collided. Fire against ice. Two dragons. Two crimson eyes staring at each other with pure hatred.

His wings cut sharply as he dodged the first blast of fire, the heat scorched past him, close enough to burn. They were faster than he anticipated and stronger too. Somehow he couldn't feel any killing intent towards him but their attacks could maim him if he was too careless. The crimson dragon lunged first and its jaws snapped dangerously close to his wing. Drake twisted mid-air, barely avoiding the attack as he dove lower. “Keep moving…” he repeated under his breath. Elaina and Giselle were relying on him so he couldn't stop now… no matter what. Another blast came and this time from the black dragon. Darker and hotter flames flew toward him, forcing him to swerve violently. The force of t

The scale of him forced the eye to adjust, to recalibrate what counted as a threat, what counted as a weapon. His wings unfurled behind him. Not in a single, theatrical sweep, but in a measured expansion that claimed the space as its own, the membranes stretching outward in layered arcs, catching the rising heat and bending it to his will. The edges burned in deep, smouldering crimson, not bright but dense, like coals banked beneath ancient ash, pulsing in time with the fire beneath his skin. Drifting ash caught along their span, then burned away in curling wisps, leaving no mark. These were not the wings of any bird. They were banners torn from an infernal altar and set ablaze. That fire wa