Wings Of Fire Dragons As Humans Novels & Stories

“Get this thing off of me!” But I could not look away from the sky. The swirling shapes, dancing around one another in circles, their wings spread out wide. Their tails long and tapered, following behind them like serpents. And more frightening than anything, the fire that spilled from their mouths. Mouths full of dozens of sharp, wet teeth. Dragons.

"Well, about that, huh? You'll get to know about me after spending our time together. So what else do you know about dragons?" "Hm, let me think about it," she chewed her lollipop again, closing her eyes. “In Europe, they have wings and can breathe fire, but their existence is always being hunted down and made trophies by humans. Likewise in Persia and Egypt. Then in Tanakh, in the book of Leviticus, they mentioned a dragon named Leviticus that was finally killed by God at the creation of the earth." "Well, almost all you knew was right," Karl nodded slowly. "And what else?"

“Sometimes spirits have their own secrets that we mortals cannot know. There’s also a story about it, if my memories are correct.” “What story?” Jai asked. “Oh is it about one of the Dragons’ Servant that helped human?” Darrion asked, to which Claude nodded. “Dragon’s… Servant?” Jai asked. Claude nodded again. “Yes. The story goes… That Dragons have their own servants that they chose. These selected individuals are given a blessing by their own respective Dragons that they serve. One day, a famous champion among the humans got lost in a forest in the middle of the night. That night was said to be so dark unlike any other night, because one of the Dragons was sad. One of the servants heard ab

Their bodies, which were more than ten meters long, looked particularly shocking and horrible. "It's actually the Firewing Lion!" Almost all the disciples of The Boundless Academy changed their faces the moment they saw the giant creature. Among them, more than a dozen Firewing Lions were flying. They flapped their huge wings, bringing with them a scorching hot aura. Although the Firewing Lion was not a kind of fierce beast, it was much stronger than the Six-winged Skywind Beast. It was said that the Firewing Lion had the bloodline of some kind of divine fire beast. Therefore, it could swallow flames, which was extremely horrible.

She looked back at me with those dark eyes that had never once in nineteen years pretended not to see something they were seeing. "Mate bonds," I said carefully, "in dragon culture they are not chosen. They are recognized. The dragon part of a person identifies their counterpart and it is" I paused. "It is not a feeling exactly. It is more like a fact. Something that simply is, regardless of whether either person is ready for it or wants it." Lyra was quiet. "And Drex," she said. "His dragon has recognized" "Yes," I said. She looked at the window. "He is two hundred and thirty years old," she said.

“Will you tell me what is true about dragons? I know about the first dragon and the stone. I want to know why you breathe fire. Are you made of fire? What do dragons eat? Are you born as a human or dragon? Since dragons are reptiles, wouldn’t they lay eggs? How did humans conceive dragons?” He begins laughing, and I feel slightly stupid for asking all those questions. Seeing my embarrassment, Taran sits next to me and puts his arm behind me. I turn my body to look at him. With a smile, he tells me, “I will gladly tell you all about dragons Tru. I find your eagerness amusing. The reason behind dragons breathing fire is part of the original curse. It’s said the sorcerer cursed her with a fire

This hunger that kept her constantly in my mind. But a crazed panic overcame me one day while I was out for a short flight. I had left my office feeling tense and annoyed that I couldn't go see Amara until my paperwork was finished, deciding to Shift and take Erebos out to stretch his wings. It’s a long but welcome process for a dragon to Shift, with our body melding into our dragon's heart while the rest manifests through a cloud of black smoke. My solid black and scale covered body had been enjoying the sky just aimlessly flying over the forest when a distant cracking sound caught my attention. I dropped lower and found myself over the ruins, my heart stopping cold in my chest as I caught

"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."

The golden dragon stopped midair above the frozen vast land. It stared at what used to be a kingdom, now nothing but sculptures of people and dragons and frozen houses. It closed its eyes, its wings spread wide and flapping to keep it in the air. Some seconds later, golden light formed on its throat, and it opened its eyes. The light traveled up to its mouth, and it opened it just as the golden scorching fire started pouring out. As the fire left its gigantic mouth, it started flying around, making sure that the fire touched every house, kingdom, and every clan. After it was done distributing the fire, the big beast stopped once more in the air, its gigantic wings flapping to keep it in the

And the fiery glow in those eyes made him feel as if he could be burned to ashes by that single pair of eyes. “Who are you? And….” AAARRRRRRRRRR.. Before Tian Sen could finish his question, his vision suddenly blurred, and he immediately lost consciousness, falling back into his subconscious. The pair of fiery red eyes watched as Tian Sen vanished, flapping his fiery red wings and radiating his aura throughout the entire palace. And as the creature’s aura dissipated, a phrase appeared on the previously empty throne—one that, had Tian Sen seen it, he likely wouldn’t have understood. The pair of eyes closed, and the palace—which had been slightly obscured by the flapping of its wings—returned