Wings Of Fire Book Darkness Of Dragons の小説・ストーリー

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.

“You are so beautiful, dark dragon,” Madchen reached her arms around his neck, never wavering her gaze. “As are you, Madchen, and I love you,” Drago crashed his lips onto hers, searing her mouth with his passion.Black wings erupted from his back, engulfing Madchen in a cocoon of protection. He didn’t care that he was standing stark naked in front of his gathering family, all he cared about was that Madchen accepted him for what he was, a dragon who had found his mate.

Lance lets out a blood curdling scream of terror. Good boy Fang. I growl an order to Fang, hoping he will understand me, I try to tell him to back off a little. He lifts his head but keeps Lance pinned, I see movement from the corner of my eye and turn in time to send a burst of flame into the path of a guard advancing toward them. The flames around me are starting to die down, so I lift Drake with my tail, wrapping it around him protectively. Then I advance to the castle step by step. As I move Lance panics and tries to struggle out from under Fang, screaming orders in desperation.

In a split second, my knuckles connected with a bony jaw. The collision was followed with a loud shriek and then a body being hauled some meters away. I closed the distance between us almost at the same instant and rained down punches on the guy's face. All I saw in my eyes was a red haze and nothing else. Another kind of rage and anger had filled me so much that I angrily enjoyed punching the guy's face. It was like the person had snapped some kind of a trip wire in me that could never be reconnected. I couldn't control what I was feeling at the moment, I just wanted to beat this person endlessly for pissing me off. Blood spurt out of his nose under the constant punches I rained on him maki

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.

He leaned down to whisper, “Let them all come.” He commanded the fire to burn and clamped her throat tighter to muffle her scream—now reduced to a strangled screech. His claws dug deeper into her flesh, feeling her pulsing veins. Blood trickled down, sizzling as it met the flames. The witch writhed under his grip, her sharp nails desperately scratching at his dragon arm, only to be clipped. Insects and nocturnal birds fled the scene. His fire consumed her entire body until all that was left was ashes. The woods went dark and still again.

My vision spins, but I push myself back up. I can’t stop now. The beast comes at me again. I close my eyes and dig deep. I feel the power inside me…the light, the fire, the part of me that’s growing stronger every day. I let it rise. My body lifts off the ground again, and this time, wings made of silver flames burst from my back. They shimmer like moonlight. I fly straight at the beast, dodging its claws and slamming a ball of fire into its head. It screams and stumbles, but still doesn’t fall.

“The mark doesn’t choose for us.” “And what if you’re wrong?” “Then we burn,” she snaps. “But at least we choose the fire.” I turn away. “I don’t want to lose either of you.” Her voice is soft. “Then don’t make us enemies before we’ve even begun.” I close my eyes because she’s right but I still see flames behind my lids. That night, sleep comes in fits and when it finally decides to takes me, it drags me deep. I'm standung in a field of ash. The sky is split. Half fire, half storm and before me rises a dragon with two heads, one body. One of fire, the other of shadow. Both crowned. Both bleeding.

He would drown his guilt in fire. --- The skies over Qombinia turned crimson at dawn. What began as a whisper in the outer cities quickly became a thunderous truth — the borderlands were under siege. In the eastern reaches, dark-winged shadows blotted out the morning sun. Vampire banners fluttered in the wind — crimson eyes gleaming beneath blackened armor, their fangs glinting like daggers. From the west, green fire scorched the forests, as witches on sky-brooms and shadow beasts hurled curses that split the air like thunder.

Not natural. Not contained. Devastating. A dragon. Massive. Winged. Burning like the sun itself decided to take form and descend. My men don’t even have time to scream. The fire hits them. Consumes them. Erases them. Gone. I move. Fast. Barely avoiding the second wave. Heat slams into me anyway. Burning. Tearing. I land hard. Roll. Come up on one knee. Breathing heavier than I should be.