Wings Of Fire Dragonets Of Destiny Novels & Stories

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.

Green just like him, with softer features. Liala breathed in and fire erupted out of her mouth. The clearing lit up, no trees were burnt but she marveled at her fire. Jenna and Nadia both watched. Jenna was wondering if she had ever breathed fire. Yale had told her dragons could breathe fire, even in human form but Liala didn’t know that. Nadia walked over a branch that she tied kindle to and stuck it in the fire. The kindle immediately lit, and Nadia walked it back, starting a fire. Liala didn’t shift back right away. She played and danced on top of the mountain. This was the first time she had ever shifted and her scales were not to be harvested. She felt free.

Azura- “Are you ready?” I knocked on the bathroom door, where mine and Cyran’s sixteen-year-old daughter was getting ready. “Almost!” Angel yelled although it wasn’t necessary since I could hear her clearly. Tonight was the anniversary of Dragon’s becoming exposed. Everyone called it D-day. This meant that now that Angel had her Dragon, she could fly with her father for the first time instead of as a rider. I was a little envious of them now that they could fly around freely. Somedays I wished that I had become a Dragon and could fly with them.

I stop what I’m doing and walk to her face. “Did you just breathe fire, Cyryl?” ‘I told you it would be soon,’ she says proudly. Bynjym begins clucking at her and she lifts her face to his, crooning happily. “Did she hurt you, Bynjym?” I ask. ‘A dragon’s fire cannot hurt another dragon. We are immune, even if our riders are not,’ he says. “What about the hatchlings?” I ask, speaking out loud as I begin scratching another spot on Cyryl’s neck. Since she won’t allow anyone else to touch her accept Ryuki, the two of us divide our time scratching her flaking skin.

I worriedly thought. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - RENZO “Se7en, are you sure the mission will succeed?” the man on the other line asked. “Yes Eclipse. It’s Black Dragon, Topgun and Hawkeye together. The success rate is one hundred percent.” I told him as I glanced on the sleeping Ayla. She’s really lovely. I thought. “Are you still there Se7en?” Eclipse asked again. “Ahmm… Yes sir!” I answered.

Adriana continued reading. «She commanded flames unlike any seen before or since. Fire answered not to her voice... but to her soul.» Her fingers tightened around the edge of the page. «It was said that no ordinary weapon could harm her, for the flames themselves shielded her.» The next passage was badly damaged. Entire lines had faded beyond recognition. Adriana squinted, trying to make out the missing words. Only scattered phrases remained. «...chosen by destiny...» «...bound to a Dragon...»

Rage flashed through me. I climbed. The dragon saw me coming and twisted, its tail whipping across the air. I dropped beneath it, folded one wing, then rose along its blind side. Seraphina’s instinct guided my strike. Not throat first. Wing joint. Weaker. Slower to defend. I sank my claws into the joint where wing met shoulder and tore. The dragon bellowed. Its body rolled, trying to crush me beneath it. I released just before its weight turned. Another Emberfall dragon came from above and struck it hard enough to drive it lower. I followed, breathing fire across its damaged wing. It fell through smoke, not dead, but grounded, and the moment it hit, three Vaelcryns surged over it.

"I would never let you die." Hope whispered to me. Then she let go of me and stood beside me with a corner smile, confident, she made a simple motion with her hand and that reddish shape spread further, like wings, but not just any wings, they were Dragon wings. As the wings passed through the shadows and places a bluish flame appeared and began to burn everything that wasn't solid. I could tell the shadows were writhing and screaming, they were screams of agony as they were consumed, the runes of protection disappeared and the magic that was in the place dissipated, but these flames didn't hit us, it was as if the people who were with me were immune to them.

“True Flames” Like pouring oil on fire, the flames around Mane surged and spread, and the yellow fire dragon became a blue fire dragon. Its flames were so strong that the body of the Winged Serpent held within its hands began to melt, much to its dismay. The Winged Serpent cried in pain and agony. It sought mercy yet that mercy never came. It tried reminding Mane that it hadn’t chosen to come here. It was forced to come here by a strange power. It didn’t think that Mane would understand. But he did. Only, he was the reason why it had been brought here. And he wasn’t merciful enough to spare an Ascended Beast.

the third Firebirds adds and they all kept a sad face. The Firebirds are all dark green in colour, that had two horns close to their eyes, they had a little brightly coloured red strand of hair in front of their forehead. Their wings were vast and has stripes of green and yellow, huge claws on their toes, a bright red coloured throat cause they were meant to spit out fire. "Oh Brathon, may your gentle soul rest in peace," the first firebird said and lowered his left wing on the ground. The rest of the Firebirds did the same.