Wings Of Fire Dragon Maker Novels & Stories

The dragon spirits outside roared, one by one turning to ash and vanishing. Rayden leapt into the air, his body spinning. From his back, two wings of condensed flame, wings born from suffering, burst into existence. He slashed downward with the Final Heaven Technique of the War God.

He examined the engraving. “No.” I looked. The dragon wasn’t like Nicholas’s personal symbols. It had two heads. Wings spread. A crown between them. Lydia leaned closer. “That’s not a dragon.” “What?” I asked. She pointed. “Look at the tails.” Two bodies. Intertwined. Not one creature. Two. “Twins,” I whispered. Lydia looked at me. The room went silent again. Chase frowned. “I never noticed.” Nicholas turned the key.

It felt familiar, almost protective—like stepping into a warm hearth after years lost in a winter storm. ​The flames twisted and coalesced, their shape shifting until a silhouette emerged from the heart of the inferno. ​My breath hitched. ​A dragon stepped out of the fire. ​Every tale, every legend I had ever heard felt utterly inadequate. Its scales gleamed like polished rubies, each one as large as a shield. Massive wings unfolded behind its shoulders, their tips disappearing into the overhead shadows. ​It was a living force of nature, towering over me with absolute dominance. Yet it wasn't its terrifying size that rooted me to the spot.

Across one link. Then another. Then another. Emmy stood. Ignisvath rose beside her. They joined hands. Not because the magic demanded it. Because they chose to. The chain broke. The sound shook the Dragontooth Mountains. Xander roared. Caliana screamed. Dimitrius raised his staff. White fire erupted toward the ceiling. The broken chain fell. And from inside the First Flame— something stepped forward. A dragon. Not flesh. Not entirely. Made of white flame and black shadow.

, Father said encouraging me. I stood there as in trance.. I withdrew my wings and stayed this upright walking creature of long silver hair which was everywhere around me.. My eyes looked around and I saw that the soil was settling, forming into solid ground in some areas.. Walking over the sea of lava I found a large space where earth was still soft and warm but stable… With my right hand I cut my left hand and a single drop of my blood hit the surface of the soil. I took it in my hands, put a piece of sky in it and made a round shape of it.. And then I burned it with my breath…The ambers of my dragon fire coated the round ball in my hands, initially burning tall and slowly subsiding…As the

Chase asked. “The darker the shade, the stronger the beast,” Elder Victor said. “Do not question Typhon’s decision, this bond is for life,” Abeloth said and merged with me once again. “As with the merging of your dragon Sire Lucas, these two gray dragons are immensely powerful and yet their names would suggest that they are warriors as well, Brantley means fire and Abeloth means the creator of chaos,” Elder Michael said as they noted our dragons down in the books. “Thank you Elders,” Lucas said and I watched Chase’s face.

"She's a Witch!" The moment the gem slipped from my grasp, a sudden void consumed me, the magic dissipating with my relinquished hold. Stepping back from the booth, a profound stillness cloaked me as I observed the crowd converging. Panic etched itself onto the faces of men, women, and children alike. The murmurs of discontent swelled into an angry chorus, echoing through the air. In the distance, the clamor of approaching soldiers added urgency to the unfolding scene. A ripple of anxiety coursed through me as I trembled, gazing one final time at the old woman. "You glowed," she whispered. A mirror hung on a twisted post, and my reflection revealed tendrils of cerulean sparks dancing on my i

Oliver also stared at the numerous dragons, surprise in his eyes. “Welcome to our place, dear guests.” Kian walked in front of us and effortlessly broke free from the rope. Ah right, this is their place so they are at their most powerful. Wings protrude from his back, almost as big as the wings of the dragon I once saw in my dream. He flew away majestically, like the eagle that rules the sky. The frown on Oliver’s face deepened. Two guards approached us, long and sharp spears in their hand. Its shaft was made with thick iron while its head with a glowing stone, presumably some kind of crystal.

Nyra’s POV I shifted fully again and launched into the air. Above the square, the sky had become almost impossible to read. Dragon wings cut through smoke. Aetherfangs darted between them. Fire burst in red, orange, gold, and dark ugly streaks from Lucian’s side. Emberfall’s dragons fought with terrifying discipline. They did not waste flame. They did not chase enemies blindly. They moved like a kingdom that had been waiting for war and had made itself beautiful only because beauty did not stop it from being deadly.

She screamed and hid behind him when she saw us. “WHO ARE YOU?!” Big Boss exclaimed looking back and forth on us. I take a good look at him. He looks like the same age as me. “It’s not for you to know.” Black Dragon answered pointing his gun to him. I gripped my own gun, ready to use it if needed. Big Boss is about to move while the woman positioned to run. Black Dragon spoke. “Move even an inch and I’ll blow your heads simultaneously.” His voice sounded cold and emotionless. I looked at him and was startled to see his face expressionless. He looked like a professional cold blooded killer. Big Boss and the woman froze. Black Dragon turned to the woman.