Wings Of Fire Dragon Drawings Mga Nobela at Kwento

Just lurking in our world. As soon as the dust clears out, I can see it clearly. Clearer than ever with its black scales and serpentine body, it's black bat-like wings and intimidating purple eyes. It's loud roar and the fire coming out of its mouth. It's full scale body. It indeed is... a dragon. A dragon... just like in my drawings. They weren't dreams after all...

Its blood-red eyes were full of hostility as it opened its mouth and spat out a raging fire, which rushed toward the phoenix. Chirp! The phoenix let out a light cry and flapped its wings with incomparably dazzling purple flames soaring around its body. At the same time, a purple flame shot out. The raging flames from the black dragon collided with the purple flames from the phoenix in midair. In an instant, huge flames swept across the sky, looking as if the sky was on fire. Swoosh! The phoenix spread its wings, went through the fire waves that were all over the sky, and crushed against the black dragon.

To behold him was to witness the horizon come alive, a dragon forged from the sun’s first breath, wearing the majesty of Egyptian royalty upon his scales. And then came the youngest, circling below, close to the city walls. His orangish-black scales burned like the heart of an eternal flame, veins of molten gold running between them as though his body contained an eclipsed sun’s fury barely restrained. His wings were vast and jagged, rimmed in crimson light that flickered like the edges of ekleipsis. Each motion left streaks of smoldering brilliance across the sky, as though he painted the air itself with flames.

Astrid marvels at the intricate web of their creation, attributed to the Sun god Helios. The Weredragons, too, drew him into their fiery domain. Born of the same sun deity, their essence was forged in the crucible of intense ether, granting them the awe-inspiring ability to spew forth torrents of fire. Leading this formidable clan is the figure known as the Dragon king who presides over their fiery realm.

The man was like a speck of dust before a creature of this size and it wouldn’t be possible to see him if one was to look down from above due to his insignificance when compared to the beast. The dead creature was the size of several buildings and its corpse resembled a small mountain. Its open mouth revealed teeth that were larger and sharper than a large drill and sparks occasionally appeared down its throat. It had two large wings that could easily blanket the sky of a small town; however, those wings were in terrible condition. One of them had several large holes in it while the other had been completely torn off the body of the creature. This beast was a creature of legends and had grea

Excited chatter was all around us. “COME FORTH, TYPHON!” A loud whoosh sound was heard, as if someone had tossed gasoline onto the fire. In the middle of the pit floating above the flame was a man on fire. Huge wings were spread out to his sides. His handsome features were breathtaking. This must be Typhon. Oohs and aahs were sounding all around me. Excited dragons moved closer to the pit trying to catch a better look at the dragon god.

He could feel the sweat beading on his forehead as he drew close, the sting of the saltwater in his eyes as the droplets caught in his eyelashes on their passage down to his cheeks. “There is no pain,” she was as shocked by the development as he was. “The flames do not burn me.” He reached out carefully but could not touch the flames. They burnt as hot as dragon flame. “They do not burn me, but I can feel their heat,” he told her. “Flaming wings… That was… not what I expected.” “Me either,” she looked at him wild-eyed. “Do you suppose that I could…” “Yes,” he followed her gaze when she looked skywards. “Do it, Ember.”

A line drawn in fire. The black dragon lowered his head, smoke curling from between his teeth. His eyes remained on Nyra. Not on the bodies he had just made ash. Not on the field he had nearly conquered by fear alone. On her. Then he shifted back. This time I watched every detail. The massive form folding inward. Wings sinking. Scales sliding into a shape almost human, though not fully.

Ravi slammed the door behind him and was startled to find Adrian floating by the window, his wings flapping, hands folded across his chest, wearing a smug expression. He knew all too well that this creature was the one responsible for the chaos Ravi had just experienced. Ravi quickly moved to the window, fists clenched in anger, a sharp gaze directed at him with disapproval. He opened the window with a loud creak. "You're the problem here."

I looked at Big Boss still whimpering on the floor. “Come on.” I said and dragged him to the end of the corridor where the fire exit is. Upon reaching to the ground, I heard gunshots inside and I looked back. I can see Black Dragon running in the middle of the gunshots! It’s as if he didn’t fear of dying! He held guns on each hand now, aiming and firing left and right as he passed. And in seconds, silence followed. All Big Boss’ men were dead soaking on their own blood. Then I saw Black Dragon picking something and put it on his pocket. He then looked straight at me and nodded. I headed outside still dragging Big Boss. The two guards are not there anymore. Then Black Dragon spoke beside me.