Wings Of Fire Dragon Maker Novels & Stories

Soaring beside the terrifying dragon was a winged figure of such staggering majesty and grandeur that would make one’s soul tremble in awe. This was no mere beast or entity - this was an elemental force of nature imbued with a searing, blazing radiance that eclipsed the fiercest wildfires. The figure's wings were an impossible, burning crimson that seemed to blaze with an internal luminescence as if forged from the heart of a supernova itself. Each immense wing spanned farther than eyes could track, their leading edges glowing hot like the birth of a newborn star. They beat in slow, inexorable downstrokes that stirred the very air into frenzied cyclones.

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.

They were arteries of her power, glowing brighter with every beat of her wrathful heart. Her wings spread wide. Vast fans of gold veined with teal, their surface shimmered with engraved hieroglyphics, alive and shifting, telling stories danger and power. Between the metallic membrane of her wings ran threads of electrum and crushed lapis. Her dragon eyes burned a mixture green and pink, glazed with grief so intense, that the eyes of any mortal who had seen it would have melted in a puddle. When she opened her mouth, her voice was thundered inhumanely. Her words rolled through the dunes as decree.

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

His wings spread wide, feathers shimmering like liquid gold, ready to defend the innocent and uphold the balance of the realms. Flame curled around Wrath's frame, a living, breathing entity that danced and flickered with his every movement. The inferno cast eerie shadows, highlighting the sharp angles of his face and the fierce determination in his molten eyes. His power was raw, untamed, a force of nature that refused to be contained or controlled.

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.

And sure enough, soon Cresta's body was lifted into the air, emitting a huge black light, and out of the black light came the dragon known as Frenya. Adrianne lied that she would burn Cresta's body when she died. Adrianne was so in love with the fact that he would gain such great power, a dragon. Winged creatures that can breathe fire can truly be the most powerful weapon of war. Moreover, the dragon was promised to be gigantic, immortal and forever obedient to him and his descendants. Adrianne knew that he would be the most powerful man if he had a pet dragon. At the mere thought of gaining such power, he lost his eyes and sacrificed a girl who loved him so dearly.

My vision spins, but I push myself back up. I can’t stop now. The beast comes at me again. I close my eyes and dig deep. I feel the power inside me…the light, the fire, the part of me that’s growing stronger every day. I let it rise. My body lifts off the ground again, and this time, wings made of silver flames burst from my back. They shimmer like moonlight. I fly straight at the beast, dodging its claws and slamming a ball of fire into its head. It screams and stumbles, but still doesn’t fall.

The flame serpent was as majestic and aggressive as a fire dragon. It was wrapped in flames and spat fire from its mouth. They wondered if that was the Lord of Fire Dragons' mount like in the legends. Karl did not back down in the face of endless flames. He raised his ice sword high with his hands and shouted, "Elite Ice Domain." Two massive wings made of ice instantly appeared behind him, causing the area around him to be frozen in ice. The flames that were aimed at Karl were extinguished by his Elite Ice Domain. Karl shouted again after the endless flames.

Emi inquired. "A Dragon Lord possesses longevity, for one. Take Lucian, for example. He will stop aging at thirty years old and won't resume aging for thousands of years," Visenya elaborated. "Additionally, Dragon Lords possess the ability to produce two types of fire: red and blue. Their red fire is like any other fire, capable of burning and destroying, but their blue fire possesses incredible healing capabilities." Emi's eyes widened with wonder as she contemplated the concept. "A fire that can heal?"