Wings Of Fire Dragons As Humans Novels & Stories

Heat washed across my skin. I braced for pain. Instead, warmth settled into my bones. The sensation startled me. The fire felt familiar. Comforting. Like stepping into a house after years spent wandering through winter. The flames twisted and shifted. Slowly, a shape emerged. My breath caught. A dragon stepped from the fire. Every story I had ever heard suddenly seemed inadequate. Its scales gleamed like molten ruby. Massive wings unfolded behind it, vanishing into the darkness overhead. Gold eyes fixed on me with an intensity that made my knees weak.

"Keep your voice down. You're a bird—you can't speak human language." Vex, the middle one, wasn't happy about it. His tail shot straight up with a swish. "We're not birds! We're red dragons!" "How can you call yourselves dragons when you're so tiny?" I poked him with a finger, sending him tumbling. "If I say you're a bird, then you're a bird. Got it? And most importantly, you can't talk to anyone except me. If you do, they'll burn both you and me alive."

Cyrus had her now, and he took off with her in his talons. Corithias Tiegres and Geoffrey all three attacked the red dragon. He let go of the Phoenix and she transformed into her human form as she fell. Corithias swooped down to grasp her gently in his talons, taking her back through the hole she made in the bunker wall as her phoenix. Still in dragon form, he laid her down and licked her face. Alicia moaned and came around, waking up to her dragon staring at her. She giggled and kissed him on the snout.

To behold him was to witness the horizon come alive, a dragon forged from the sun’s first breath, wearing the majesty of Egyptian royalty upon his scales. And then came the youngest, circling below, close to the city walls. His orangish-black scales burned like the heart of an eternal flame, veins of molten gold running between them as though his body contained an eclipsed sun’s fury barely restrained. His wings were vast and jagged, rimmed in crimson light that flickered like the edges of ekleipsis. Each motion left streaks of smoldering brilliance across the sky, as though he painted the air itself with flames.

But before I start that, I rewind the footage seeing nothing for several minutes before images begin flashing on the screen. I stop the rewind and hit play. Then, I watch in horror as one of the humans in the cages goes through his shift. He is dragon for sure, because he quickly outgrew the cage he was in. But that wasn’t the worst part. The worst part is that I’m able to identify that he’s also part komodo dragon. When his shift is complete, unlike my beautiful mate, his face has the lizard-like look of the komodo dragon. This creature, while obviously part fire dragon based on the red coloring, is smaller than a normal dragon, the wings are stunted, the legs are shorter and overall it loo

I sat down on the chair facing the sofa and I let my eyes return to normal. “The moment the King lays eyes on Abigail he’ll want her to bond with Prince Nicu. The strongest dragon in existence is the gray dragon. The silver white dragon is next in line, then comes the violet dragon and so on. Royal Dragons have always been what is known as Russian Violet, the darkest shade. We all know the darker the shade the stronger the dragon.” “A woman born of a man with a strong dragon is desirable but the bond has always been respected.” If we were normal people Sorin would’ve been right, but we weren’t.

She also felt very confident that the dragon would help her later. Until shortly after, the dragon released his hand from Serenity's hand, and slightly moved away from Serenity there. The man raised his head slightly, while spreading his arms wide, and after that, streaks of fire appeared all over his body. The flames seemed to spread and burn all over the man's body, and very quickly the man's body blew away the hot air and the enormous flames. It was then that the man's body returned to its dragon-like form. Serenity who was nearby covered her face with both hands, afraid of the fire.

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

He looked down and then back at her praying she knew how to start a fire. In there world each dragon fell under five categories. Fire dragons , mostly consisting of the color pink, red and orange, could breath fire. Earth dragons consisting of yellow, purple and brown, Where none fire breathers but could make the ground move however they needed it. Water dragons, mostly green and blue, they could breath water and also had healing properties. Air dragons, they consisted of grey and black they could blow strong wind currents with either there wings or breath. The last one was the most rarest of them all and that was the spirit dragon. They normally where pure white with silver tints. At night

“And as a result, he became part a very select group.” My palms started to sweat as I wondered what on earth this old bastard was going to tell me. The picturesque setting we were in becoming lost. “Now, a dragon in his early twenties is an infant to us, although by human standards he is a man. And despite that young age, dragons can shift at a mere 15 years old, and are still stronger than a lot of human males.” Bristling with irritation, I asked “What was this group.”