Wings Of Fire Darkness Of Dragons Novels & Stories

cried Mars, in a voice that frightened everyone, as his black veins reappeared and his lenses became very dark. But Darkle, not afraid, held his hand to do their job, they pulled out an old woman who was terrified Mars' eyes became red and black as he stared at his frightened companion Can he face an entire herd? “I am ready to kill your flock one by one for my companion, and you are the first, do you know this?” With a hiss, he said, taking slow steps towards Darkle, who was staring at him coldly

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. Now, a black splotch of scorched acreage, lying dead. Yet, something about them had her intrigued. She had to admit, she was impressed given their size, how they moved with such grace and elegance, as if they were the true rulers of life and death. How they stayed at just the right height as they maneuvered through the sky, swooping in and out as if they were playing a child’s game of chase with smoke and fire. She watched as intelligence swam behind the eyes of the dragon that had found her, yet never gave her away.

But as they drew nearer Merenrys realized they weren't clouds, but wings. The demons were coming. She exhaled once, slowly, and light gathered along her spine. Then the first scream split the sky. Fire met fire as the battle began like the breaking of creation. The enemies came in a storm, dragons twisted by old sorcery, scales blackened and burning, eyes lit with crimson rot. Their fire was not flame but shadow; it hissed as it devoured the light. Kaelir took to the sky, a dragon of immense size, his scales a mix of beige and gold like carved limestone, eyes bright as citrine. His roar shook the world. The sands themselves escaped beneath his wings.

He had always had a bit of a thing for warriors, especially alchemists. When his fingers touched her skin, it was fire, but not the fire he had become accustomed to. The flames did not cause pain, dragging her and anyone else who came into his path to the fiery pits of hell, like a magical fire of lust and passion. Who could blame him? He was a fire lycan. A higher species of a werewolf with magical abilities. The four elements: water, fire, air, and earth, and he was the fire Lycan, the most powerful wielder of magic.

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.

The monster's body looked weak. “Draco, holy flame! Now!" cried Edmund for guidance. Draco waved the fire dragon wings he was wearing. He was fully concentrated. “Urvath! Holy Flamdro,” said Draco. “Urvath, Holy Flame.” The dragon flaming wings on Draco's back fluttered rapidly and released the flames with a white light in the center of their core. The flames quickly wrapped around the monster's body, which was already weak and in pain from the healing water. The sword beast's body burned to the ground to become dust, causing black smoke to soar and a hissing sound that hurt the ears.

I reach deeper, indulging into forbidden spells and bringing them forth into existence. Fire bursts out of my palms, striking with different colours of flames, and I send it towards him. Doomsblood creates his own flame, swooshing with shadows and terrifying sounds of perished souls. The sound entails wailing souls and I can tell they want to swallow me whole. My fire against his shadows. As I burn brighter, he burns darker. My light brightens one half of the globe. His darkens the other half. He growls louder. I shrill tighter.

Put a heavy hand on my shoulder. “He’s a golden dragon, Leah. An army of frost wyrms is no match for him. They’re creatures of ice, and he breathes fire hot enough to melt steel. He’s young, yes. Inexperienced, yes. But his instincts are ancient. The dragon knows what it’s doing even if the boy is still catching up.” Another explosion of flame split the sky. Through a brief gap in the storm I saw a wyrm tumble downward, fire eating through its frozen scales as it spiraled toward the mountainside. The ground shook when it hit.

"How dare you come into our kingdom and murder our warriors! You may be great at martial arts, but we dragons possess a supreme power that you werewolves cannot comprehend. We can produce fire, you can't!" In unison, the five dragons opened their enormous jaws and unleashed torrents of fire, aiming to incinerate Blaze where he stood. The flames roared through the air, a wave of scorching heat threatening to consume everything in its path. Blaze, however, merely smirked. The sky above darkened ominously, and from the swirling clouds, a massive and violent water spout formed, twisting and churning under Blaze's mental command. The water spout, as wild and powerful as a tornado, crashed down, s