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

However, everything changed before he could strike. A deafening roar split the night. Not one but multiple. The sound reverberated through the burning estate, through the very bones of everyone present. Two massive forms burst through the smoke and flames. Dragons. Both enormous, radiating raw, primal power. One had scales of deep bronze, catching the firelight in a way that made them look molten. The other's scales shimmered with hues of dark amber, almost appearing black in the shadows. They didn't hesitate and launched themselves at Aetherion.

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.

And there is nothing in this world left for me to live for. I pull all of my hatred into my fire, I pull every ounce of my father’s Alpha aura that I inherited into my body and then I send a blast of fire and fury so strong that it lights up the sky around me and sends dragons tumbling through the sky. The royals on the ground and others nearby scream as they burn alive in my fire. I watch as Faeler falls from Kenzo’s back, landing on the ground near the other scorched royals. I send a blast of fire at him, watching him burn alive. I ignore Kenzo’s scream of pain. I can’t save him now.

"You've improved." I blinked. "Really?" "Yes." His gaze moved over me. "Your balance is better." Before I could argue further, a very big shadow swept across the courtyard. I immediately lifted my eyes to the sky and saw two dragons soaring above Volkar. Their enormous wings stretched across the sky as they circled the fortress. My breath seized. It didn't matter how many times I saw them. The sight was always breathtaking. Sarah stopped beside me. "Creator." Mina followed my gaze. "I don't think I'll ever get used to that."

My words did nothing but enrage him further, and he started to run towards me, hands outstretched ready to place them around my neck. But, before he could reach me, the familiar sounds of large wings flapping in the air met my ears. Fallon and I both looked up, Thale’s red dragon suspended above us. He exhaled flames in Fallon’s direction, although missing him so as to make sure I was not caught in the cross-fire. I needed to get further away.

"You’re the one who whispered to me in the dark when the Council was carving into my bones. You’re the 'Extinction' they were so afraid of." The figure—the Red-Winged Dante—stepped into the light. It was a perfect, terrifying blend of us. It had Dante’s lethal, massive frame and his predator’s stance, but from its spine erupted a pair of wings that were an exact, burning replica of mine. They weren't made of "Void-Lead" or "Obsidian-Gold." They were made of Primal Fire, a deep, arterial red that seemed to drink the light from the room.

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.

I guide her from Sarn's territory and lead her home. "Your thing is sticking out," she says in an impish voice. I've been fighting my need since we left. No more. If she wants me, who am I to deny my mate? I rise higher and she flies ahead of me slightly. Coming from above her, I curl my front claws at the seam where her wings meet her back. I push down while flapping my wings so we land with only a slight jolt. I rise up and clamp my back legs around hers. In dragon form, I take my mate. Her cries of pleasure push through my mind. Our bodies still glow and when we explode into flames this time, the purest of dragon fire lights the sky for miles.

"I can extinguish even the brightest flames." As Shadowmaster spoke, the darkness intensified, threatening to engulf Claire entirely. But she refused to surrender. She closed her eyes and reached deep within herself, summoning the inner fire that burned brightly within her soul. With a burst of determination, Claire unleashed a surge of flames, illuminating the surroundings and pushing back against the suffocating darkness. The radiant light revealed the path ahead, exposing Shadowmaster's lair and his sinister intentions. "You may wield darkness, Shadowmaster, but I am the embodiment of fire," Claire declared, her voice resonating with an unwavering resolve. "And where there is light, darkn

The river rose in a black tidal wave full of teeth. Thorne and I moved without speaking. I hurled fire (dragon fire, pure and white-hot) straight into the wave. Thorne’s shadows punched through it like spears. Where fire met shadow, the wave shattered into harmless mist. The girl’s smile faltered. We rose higher, wings beating in perfect sync, the Sanguis Draconis blazing between us like a newborn star. Every monster pouring from the rift turned toward us like we were magnets. Good. Let them come.