Wings Of Fire Dragon Maker Novels & Stories

When he wanted to, he could look like a purely murderous creature. His dragon was equally as impressive. He was still small, considering he was only seventeen, but he was a deep ruby red dragon. Garren confirmed that he was a fire dragon, and with time he would be able to emit enough heat to melt gold with just a touch of his fingers. He could already make small flames form in his palms.

But I cared less, for the pain and regrets Eren cost me, I was going to rip him apart. I jammed my palms together quickly as I mumbled a spell, “I hear dragons like to play with fire, does it burn like mine?” I growled as wings of blue fire spread from back while I conjured a bow and arrow made of fire too. The Dragon lord transformed completely into a golden dragon.

I didn't need to ask what kind of dragon he was. "That's Tinderflare The Ash Maker, and he's just upset that he can't control his flames," Drizzle explained. "He is terrified of hurting you. You see, every time he opens his mouth, flames come out." "I see," I replied. I decided to leave him be. I knew he would come to me when he was ready. "So isn't there supposed to be five of you?"

"Like what?" Ever since Kade saved his dragon, his beast has formed a bound with the man. He imprinted accepting Kade as theirs, now he kind of obsesses over his mate and now both of them felt like shit for him not beliving in his mate. Now Kade just stood there looking in, clearly he was still bothered by him and that anger or disapointment is keeping him at a loss. "Dragon fire. it is believed apart from the welder, dragon fire will either denature the tough metal or command the chains resistance to break."

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.

His Red Flame Qi swept out, like several fire dragons, rushing toward the Immortal Master of the Winged race. With a flap of his wings, the Immortal Master of the Winged race flew over with dazzling golden light. Countless feathers turned into rays of light and collided with the flaming dragons. Boom! Boom! An earth-shattering explosion spread through the starry sky, and the stars shook. Several dragons were torn apart by the feathers, but the feathers were also burned to ashes by them. "Kill!" Flaming Qilin rushed toward the Immortal Master of the Winged race like a lunatic. Red flames rose all over his body as if they were going to burn down the sky.

His presence was steady, unyielding, even as his voice cracked with urgency. “Don’t let it take you, Xenia! Stay with me!” The Architect only watched, hands folded inside their dark sleeves, their hood angled as if this was all… entertainment. My anger burned hotter than my flames. “You think this is a game?” I roared. I got a response from the fire. After stretching and twisting, it took the form of wings extending from my shoulders and a flurry of sparks encircling me. The wolves stumbled, hissing where my wings touched their smoky bodies.

Then came the fury of the Dragon King as the door glowed blood red, flames licking under the door in fury as Ragnar came completely undone. "Give me my mate!" Bellowed Ragnar's dragon as the ground underneath the door began to heat up through the onslaught of Dragonfire. The building's foundations began to shake as they protested against the assault they were under, and Matilda began to chant, furiously moving her hands about.

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.

As I looked at the building beside us, I saw it was a tall building with a large display window, Tasha and I walked up to just in front of the glass, and as I looked through, I could see a strange-looking bird that looked like it was made of fire, so I asked Tasha's nanny, "What's that bird over there? The one on fire?" Tasha's nanny walked over and took a look, "That's called a phoenix. They're a very popular pet because they live almost as long as dragons. A phoenix can live up to roughly 1000 years old and go through a rebirth cycle. When they go through their rebirth cycle, they burn to ash and are reborn from those ashes. They do this every 200 years and can only do it five to six times