Wings Of Fire Dragon Maker Novels & Stories

Raven’s breath quickened as her hands reached instinctively for the dagger at her hip, but before she could draw it, a spark of fire split the night. The figure froze mid-stride. The shadows curled around them, recoiling like frightened animals, as a roar that shook the very air tore through the forest. Raven stumbled back, eyes wide, staring at the impossible. From the heart of the trees, a shape emerged. Massive wings, scales that shimmered like molten bronze, claws that gleamed sharper than obsidian, eyes blazing with golden fire was the full form of Malrik, the dragon. The ground quaked beneath him as he stepped forward, his roar echoing into the mountain peaks, shaking the leaves from t

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 dual element wielder gathered her magic to her feet letting her stand firmly on the ground despite the shaking of the earth. When the dragon emerged from the forest, Sophia was beyond awestruck. The only dragons she had ever met was Elijah and Gregory. And yet they were tiny compared to this one. Where Elijah was black and the epitome of darkness and fire itself, this dragon’s scales were elegant and shimmering in gold under the rays of the sun. It halted a few feet in front of her with its golden eyes seemed to bore into her soul. ‘Lady Sophia Laera,” a male voice boomed coming from the dragon.

I channeled the volatile core of dragon energy directly into my palm, letting a dense, swirling mass of dark crimson and black flames manifest across my skin. With a sharp, sweeping motion of my arm, I unleashed a massive wave of raw fire straight toward the grand entrance. ​The roaring inferno slammed into the reinforced ironwood doors with the force of a collapsing mountain. ​There was a deafening roar as the flames devoured the thick wood instantly, superheating the metal plating until it melted into glowing liquid slag.

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."

“Remember, you’re not the only one with Lycan blood in you, Cedric. I’m faster and stronger than a normal wolf.” I give him a feral smile as I begin attacking him ruthlessly, beating him backward, slicing my sword against his armor and his body over and over. “What you don’t seem to realize, Troy, is that I’m a dragon rider. That means that I share my mate’s strengths. I share her fire.” I pull a fire ball into my hand and throw it at him. While he doesn’t catch on fire, the heat from my fire against his armor burns his body, causing him to scream in agony. I can smell his skin cooking from here.

"Tell me everything your parents told you about my family." I sighed, a shameful blush coating my ears. I could still feel the burn behind my ear. It felt raw, especially as blood rushed in a telltale flush. "They told me a lot of things. And, I'm going to preface this by saying I thought the dragon thing was a metaphor. I didn't know it was a literal thing." Thane laughed suddenly. "So sirens, sorceresses, chimeras, all valid and real, but you draw the line at water dragons?"

Pushing the blade closer to his throat, I watched his eyes move to my left. "Abagail... lower your dagger, you are not in control," William whispered. "Trust me, I am." Moving the blade away from his throat, I held it out to make my anger known. "How dare you torture this dragon for its rider's choice!" Laughing, the guard moved back. "It knew what its rider was doing. It had every chance to stop him." "Dragons are loyal to their riders and don't question their actions." Spoke William. "Now I ask you to release the chains, and go make yourself useful somewhere else."

He looked to be wearing a gilded armor blessed by the divine light. Fire flowed along the ridges of his spine like living silk, pouring from one spiked crest to the next in bright rivers. His eyes, twin orbs of black and gold, became deeper and blazing all at once, like eclipsed suns lit from within. His wings alone could have undone her breath. The first pair was his usual vast and draconic wings, built of muscle and scale and force enough to rend the storm apart. The second pair shone behind them like a holy afterimage.

She had watched as they set everything ablaze, their massive wings fanning the flames as they burned the brightness and vibrancy of existence into nothingness. Now, a black splotch of scorched acreage, lying dead. Yet, something about them had her intrigued. She had to admit, she was impressed given their size, how they moved with such grace and elegance, as if they were the true rulers of life and death. How they stayed at just the right height as they maneuvered through the sky, swooping in and out as if they were playing a child’s game of chase with smoke and fire. She watched as intelligence swam behind the eyes of the dragon that had found her, yet never gave her away.