Wings Of Fire Dragon Maker Novels & Stories

The tiny purple dragons fly about the room, the large metal collars that hang around their necks glint on the sun. "What are these?" Flavius asks in awe. "These are Miniature SpitFires, mounts used by dragon slayers for hundreds of years. Go ahead, you can pick one," I tell him. "Why are you giving me one of these?" he asks. "When we travel to places like the Horde of Fates, it would be safer for you to ride on one of these instead of on me. Not to mention SpitFires are strong, and loyal. I would feel more comfortable if you had one with you for when I am not around," I explain.

Sprites flew to the sky while my dragon shook his head in a fury. "Calm yourself," I spoke into my mind. "We will scare her." My dragon didn't want to stop; the heat of his heart warmed our body. We had much fire within our gut that needed to be extinguished before becoming too hot. Once too hot, our fire would burn us inside out. Stretching our wings, we took to the sky, leaving Razak behind. The small whimper was left to the ground while our body heaved itself upward.

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.

For love, when true, defies the pyre, And dragons soar through hearts of fire. Let empires quake, let tyrants fall, The Dragon Thief shall heed the call. Skylar Once I made my decision that I wanted Ryuki to be my first, I was ready for it to happen. The problem was, Kythyr rose to mate. Then the hatchlings went through their second round of shedding their skin.

I resisted the lure and tried to wake my sleeping dragon again. "I was not asking."He said and his voice came out in layers,causing my attention to snap to him and i barely noticed her stir at the change. His eyes started to burn like liquid fire and his nostrils flared. He grunted in displeasure and shut his eyes tightly. I stood rooted to the spot,noting the way his skin flickered from its normal tone to being cloaked with fire,the way his claws retracted and grew out again and the quick appearance and disappearance of...wings.

Ash and smoke smeared the horizon, a black tide rolling across the kingdom’s once-green hills. Serenya stood at the edge of Dawnspire’s ruined battlements, her cloak whipping in the furious wind. The sky itself seemed split, torn open by wings—fiery wings that beat with the rhythm of thunder. Dragons.

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.”

"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.

I was bonded to one of the most ruthless and deadly Lycan of the territory and it had come with some power boosts. I turned back to the books I was reading and read closely on creatures of fire. The first book that I came across was called Beings of The Flame and it only showed and revealed information about dragons. It showed over four hundred types of species of fire breathing dragon from Wyrm dragons, to Arctic dragons, to Basilisk Dragons. I stopped reading because I felt the answers I was looking for had nothing to do with me being a dragon. I was a werewolf, through and through. I came across another extensive book called Creatures of Light and Night but it only spoke about winged crea

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.