Wings Of Fire Dragon Base Novels & Stories

she said with a chuckle. ‘Your heat. Your fire will set me right. Just flame up that hand again and place it on me.’ Olive didn't hesitate. She flames up her hand again and placed it a little way from her leg. She saw the flame spread through the small spaces between his scales and travel farther away. The flame spread through his entire body, even to his enormous orange wings. It was like he was on fire. The dragon lifted his wings and flapped them massively, then he stood on his hind legs and roared. Olive held tight to his spike for dear life.

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.

His lips quivered in fear as he stared at the dragon's eyes, which were like flames and body, so ancient and dark. “What do you want?” Minerva asked absentmindedly as the dragon stared into her soul. It nudged her head, its snout as if he could read her mind. Then it looked away from her. Behind her, Vincent stood there, a protective hawk. He didn't like it that there was another watching out for Minerva. “I don't like this dragon,” Vincent murmured. Minerva would have laughed if they were not in a situation like this. The dragon tilted its head as if he heard what Vincent had said. Then it moved his attention back to Minerva.

And then I felt a gust of scorching wind whipping past me, followed by the unmistakable sound of wings cutting through the night air. Fire was came next hurting my eyes a bit. But it was targeted at the beast on top of me. The wolf screeched, yelping, burning fur sizzling against the searing heat. My lungs expanded, gulping air I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. I scrambled backward, coughing, tears stinging my eyes as the dragon landed before me. Its massive wings folded neatly against its body, smoke curling from its nostrils. I froze. Every instinct screamed at me to run, to turn and flee, but it didn’t attack.

Jet wings sliced dawn's gold over Pacific indigo, Tokyo skyline sharpening steel fangs below. Kenji's hand rested possessively on my thigh through jewel silk, obsidian eyes scanning clouds like threats. Mahogany skin still hummed jet-bedroom echoes—silk ties' bite, his gravel claims—but hazel locked forward, dissecting the descent. Eiko's gambit dust, his two-year stalk confessed fuel now, not chain. Tokyo loomed as an empire's heart, where dragons forged or fell.

In Tian Sen’s subconscious, he lay on a pitch-black floor. There was no light there—only darkness, leaving Tian Sen unsure of his current location. To make matters worse, Tian Sen couldn’t move his body. He could only see, but in the darkness, what could he possibly see besides the darkness itself? Just as Tian Sen was thinking he must be dead, suddenly a flame, burning like a torch, appeared above him. The flame lifted Tian Sen’s body—which had been lying down—to a standing position, then carried him to a place that turned out to be inside a palace. The palace was bathed in the red glow of fire, and a symbol of a beautiful firebird adorned the banner above the palace’s highest throne.

Her wings beat again with an enormous leathery flap, sending another hurricane-like gale to knock aside loose stones and flatten grass and force Anzi to back up even more if she didn’t want to end up with her nose planted in the ground. Oh, gods. The dragon—she was flying. Not only that, but she could see Oza and Letti on the base of her neck, looking as tiny as ants as they clung to the saddle. The Prince was there too, clinging to the great dragon’s side with what must be hooks at the joints of his wings, like a bat’s. And again and again, the great dragon slowly beat her wings as she descended upon them. Anzi glanced back with bleary, wind-blinded eyes to see Doufan now bowled away along

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.

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.

The ocean of water nearly swallowed the fire and when the fire was about to out, the red dragon roused to physical combat. The second and third layer witches headed by Igikran started to fight back the red dragon to defence their Queen. The red dragon used its entire body as a weapon by biting, clawing, lashing with its powerful tail, buffeting its enemies with its monstrous wings while flying in the sky.