Wings Of Fire Dragon Drawings Novels & Stories

I heard Austin’s voice, but it faded away slowly among the winds, as another vision flashed before my eyes. Fire, the richest element, one so noble, yet deadly. I frowned as the crackling flames turned against an unknowing wind. The fire changed directions; whooshing left and right, instead of simply roaring upwards. My eyes followed the strange directions before something flew out from the flames...a flaming creature. I gasped, my mind immediately flashed back to the drive, the creature the stars portrayed... a dragon.

Jasmine questioned her grandmother with twinkling eyes “It.. it is a big… big marvelous creation of universe… he is huge.. very huge… as huge as our castle, standing proudly on his four legs ho look nothing less than a king, his sharp claws as a equally to a solider sword which can slash anything that comes in its way, spiky his red eyes look like fine rubies form high mountains which look as if it is holding fire in them…. his massive body is covered in midnight scales which reflect moonlight in them, his spiky back and long tail sets beautifully in their place and complement his appearance, but most enchanting feature of a dragon is his ‘WINGS’,….. His humongous midnight wings… when he sp

The dragon in front of her was a magnificent creature, mighty. Objectively she could appreciate that. Its scales were large and thick, the shape almost resembling the knives. The legend of dragons being born of the fires in the centre of the earth seem to be captured by the existence of the creature like that, in the flickering colours of its side, from deep magenta to warm gold and every hue between. Typically Dragons were immensely large, but this one got two sets of wings, a larger pair set atop the muscular shoulders, and a slightly smaller pair set lower back that tucked below when folded, necessary to propel the massive body through the sky and fly.

Once they were settled in he whispered, "I will cast to you the memories that I have and then you can always ask more questions." Emma snuggled up to him and felt happier as his mood shifted and then she closed her eyes as he started to cast his memories to her. At first there was nothing but mist and whisps of clouds and within the center was a fire burning brightly. It was hard to look into the burning flames but almost imposible to look away. For upon the dias, stood a dragon that grew ever more powerful as the fire burned hotter. The smoke and flames appeared to form the dragon and his scales reflected the firelight. His scales were cerulean blue but shimmering in darkness they appeare

I knew it was a dragon, I knew it was Tana’s image, but I had no idea it was a perfect replication of her. The image is of a dragon in flight, wings spread, fire flickering in her jaws as if she’s about to blow it on an enemy. Her back feet are tucked up against her stomach as she told me she does when she’s in flight and her tail is curled below her as it wraps around my pectoral muscle. The color is a burnt reddish color, darker than her ruby color, but very obviously the color of a fire dragon. I turn, looking in awe at my mate, my love and pride for her overwhelming me.

“I don’t understand it. But it’s pushing me like a call I can’t ignore. If I don’t answer it, I’ll burn alive.” The pull hit them both at once, doubling in force. Neither could fight it anymore. With a guttural roar, Damien’s body split into flame and scale, his form unfurling into a massive dragon, wings cracking open like thunder. The ground trembled as he launched into the sky, fire trailing his flight.

Ears twitched. A second later, the sky screamed. Something tore through the clouds above, wreathed in fire and shadow. Ekreth. He broke the heavens like a spear of flame. His dragon form was massive - larger than she remembered. His wings stretched wider than the valley, edged in burning gold. Scales glinted like obsidian, runes etched deep into his sides, glowing faintly with each beat of his wings. Fire licked at his maw, and his eyes - those terrible, beautiful eyes - glowed with fury.

The sky over the Shattered Vale burned with the aftermath of war, smoke rising in black plumes, molten rivers casting eerie light over the battlefield. Soldiers, exhausted and battered, pressed forward, rallying behind the king who now moved like living fire. Verath Dravenor, Dragon King, had fully unleashed his power, wings spanning the horizon, scales glowing molten gold. Every step he took scorched the ground, yet his focus was unwavering, tethered by the bond that connected him to Elara.

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.

The scale of him forced the eye to adjust, to recalibrate what counted as a threat, what counted as a weapon. His wings unfurled behind him. Not in a single, theatrical sweep, but in a measured expansion that claimed the space as its own, the membranes stretching outward in layered arcs, catching the rising heat and bending it to his will. The edges burned in deep, smouldering crimson, not bright but dense, like coals banked beneath ancient ash, pulsing in time with the fire beneath his skin. Drifting ash caught along their span, then burned away in curling wisps, leaving no mark. These were not the wings of any bird. They were banners torn from an infernal altar and set ablaze. That fire wa