Wings Of Fire Dragonets Of Destiny Novels & Stories

The fire roared, consuming it, burning through the corrupted energy like it was nothing but paper. The demon screamed once—high, shrill, and desperate— Then it disintegrated into black ash. My breath shook as the heat rolled over us in a warm, protective wave that somehow didn’t burn. I knew this fire. I would know it anywhere. My chest tightened as I looked up. A massive shadow swept over the trees. Two enormous wings beat against the wind, sending leaves flying in violent spirals. The ground shook with the weight of something ancient, powerful, and familiar.

She just looked at him, but did not reply. Walking over to the nearest chair, she sat down and a sudden humming enveloped her. She shifted into her snake form but was not attacking anyone. I knew she was meditating and divining, looking through space and time and secret veils to get her answers. Humming became louder, and a red sparkly mist started falling on her. She gasped but allowed it to continue. I watched her in awe – she had incredible control. Her eyes were closed, and she looked as if she were sleeping, her body moving gently the only sign she was awake. When she opened her eyes again, they were blood red. “The Tribrid is bound to the Spieta line, by blood and oath. Those who you m

And inside the clouds, violet lightning flashed with rhythmic, intelligent precision. "Magic," Kren hissed. "Battle stations! Shield generators to maximum! It's the fugitives!" The fleet mobilized. Turrets rotated. Shields hummed to life, creating shimmering blue domes over the ships. "Target the center of the storm!" Kren ordered. "Fire at will!" Green plasma bolts tore into the clouds. But the storm fought back. Bolts of violet lightning—Dragon fire guided by Zephyr’s wind—slammed into the ocean, boiling the water and creating a wall of steam that blinded the targeting sensors.

"She's a Witch!" The moment the gem slipped from my grasp, a sudden void consumed me, the magic dissipating with my relinquished hold. Stepping back from the booth, a profound stillness cloaked me as I observed the crowd converging. Panic etched itself onto the faces of men, women, and children alike. The murmurs of discontent swelled into an angry chorus, echoing through the air. In the distance, the clamor of approaching soldiers added urgency to the unfolding scene. A ripple of anxiety coursed through me as I trembled, gazing one final time at the old woman. "You glowed," she whispered. A mirror hung on a twisted post, and my reflection revealed tendrils of cerulean sparks dancing on my i

I released a ragged breath, a tear escaping my left eye. "I. Said. Beg for it witch." His eyes reflected a dark shade of red, sending heat signals all over my body. I felt like a werewolf and he was my mate. He is the hunter and I'm the pray. But in the case he is a dragon and I am a witch... what an unlikely alliance we have. He rubbed my clitoris vigorously, his finger moving so fast... from tiny clitoris to the opening of my cunt, causing a higher frequency of lust and pleasure to arise in my body.

Due to the stress of everything they wanted to make sure baby was okay. “How did you do it?” Dominic asked gently once everything was set up and working. “Asrar is her lifeline. I never knew his prophecy but when he told me it reminded me of mine. Father told me it years ago before I met Desiree. I thought maybe she was the golden dragon. But when I marked her and she shifted she was blue. She has gold in a few of her scales and her wings membrane is gold. But she isn’t all gold. I however though maybe the prophecy was wrong and kept her close.

Raymond's head was tilted upward, gazing at the dark sky with its twinkling stars. Ravi gazed at Raymond's outstretched wings, which slowly flapped with soft feathers dancing in the biting morning breeze. The black feathers of Raymond's wings were as dark as the night sky, and something stirred in Ravi's chest as he watched those wings, as if he was living in a fantasy tale he had once read. Ravi was captivated when Raymond turned and descended from the window, his eyes widening as he locked eyes with Ravi.

Adam took the first lunge, digging his teeth into Creed’s back, he roared out, wrapping his long neck around to take a bite out of Adam's red scales. Creed pulled at Adam’s neck, pulling so hard, scales dropped into the dirtied snow. Adam whimpered but did not surrender. The fire burned in Adam’s chest again, ready to release his own flame. He turned his back. A risky move to expose your dragon belly, but it was the only choice Adam had. Head rearing back, buried in the snow underneath his tongue, his igniting fluid sprayed before his fire could leave his mouth. Creed took this as the opportunity to release his own fire, pushing the fluid back into Adam’s mouth. Creed’s fire erupted inside o

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

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.