Wings Of Fire Dragons As Humans Novels & Stories

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.

He wants everyone to remember that I could kill them all with a simple command from him. When he paces in front of me again, I see a glimpse of my image on his chest. Unlike the other fire dragon images where the dragon looks like they are ready to go to war for their rider, mine is tame. There is no fire. I’m not in flight. I’m merely standing on his chest, a shell of the dragon I used to be.

Draco's body emitted flames all over his body, and from his back stretched the black dragon wings that slowly changed into the form of wings of flames. Draco could feel the power of the salamander fire flowing through his body and activate Jergintarth's heart and perfectly assimilate Urvarth's power in his body, creating Draco's own firepower. The power of the fire spread through Draco's body until his body was smoldering in a beautiful reddish-white flame. Radcliff and Draco's bodies rose and floated in the air. Gradually Draco's body turned into a dragon with flaming wings of fire. Meanwhile, Radcliff's body transformed into a giant fire salamander with reddish colored flames.

His arms crossed tight, his expression unreadable, though the tension in his voice betrayed something simmering beneath. Damien exhaled, rolling his shoulders back. A faint glow of fire licked across his skin before his body surged, bones cracking, muscles reshaping. In a blinding shimmer of heat and flame, his human form gave way to scales of obsidian and crimson. His wings unfurled with a thunderclap, shaking the ground. The dragon loomed before them, magnificent and terrifying. The ground trembled beneath his claws. His voice, layered with magic, rumbled from his throat: Climb on.

A few of our wolves pounced on the dragon, tearing pieces of its flesh off and clawing at tendons in its wings and legs. Ripping its throat out, I shift back to my human form. “This red dragon is dead! If you don’t want to meet the same fate, run away. You stay? You die!” I yell for all to hear. I grabbed the back of the dragon’s neck, I bit down, hard. Then I started tearing into the side of its wings, making it unable to fly. I grabbed its throat in my claws and lifted us into the sky. I roared for our people to move and flung the half dead dragon at its own men and women.

"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.

Black liquid poured out of the human’s mouth, along with thick smoke. The guards fired at the creatures in desperation. Stupid. Of course, it was pointless. They cannot harm Draconians with ordinary weapons. The brief silence turned to panic and horror. Everyone was running aimlessly to save their lives. Draconians didn’t stay still. They moved and walked like convulsive people, but at incredible speed. They all spread out and didn’t give their prey a chance to escape. The Draconian ran and crept up the wall. Gemma flinched when she found out that Draconians had wings stuck to their bodies like cockroaches. Several Draconians flew to the second floor, growling loudly as they grabbed people w

- Wait until you will see your wings. Kaitlyn turned around and glared at him. - You are not helping me here. - The witch hissed while Demetria freed herself and spun around, checking what her uncle was talking about. She gasped at the sight of two massive dragon wings on her back. It seemed to be too much for her, and the girl dropped to her knees. Demetria tried to cover her face with her hands, but she glanced at the blue fire and stopped herself from doing it.

So much to absorb, to understand. Kai, a dragon. She had seen the wings burst out of his back. But that wasn’t all. She had heard of winged men before, the half-breeds like Rania who had inhuman traits like that. But Kai’s men, the ones he had said could shift—she had seen with her own eyes how their entire bodies had morphed from human to dragon within seconds. Their arms had become scaled and thick and muscular, and their heads had elongated and grown either frills or horns or both. Tails, claws, everything. That had to mean Kai could do the same, if it weren’t for the basilisk poison that had stopped his transformation.

She had her hand coiled into a tight fist to keep herself from scratching that stupid smirk off his face. He only gave her a careless shrug before leaning against the comfortability of his arm chair. The choice was hers to make and knowing how badly she'd give into his demands but not without a fight. He was sure! Aria just sat there with blood boiling through her veins. If she was a female dragon_angry fumes would have been evaporating through her nostrils at that point but she wasn't and Frank should be thankful for that fact. Why in the world would he want her when she has made it crystal clear to him that she doesn't even want to speak with him not to talk of being seen anywhere with him