Wings Of Fire Dragons As Humans Novels & Stories

"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

He caught hold of the prince's hand and was about to stab his knife into his flesh when cold air hit his skin. Losing himself for a span of few minutes, Vincent hit him in the guts and the man doubled over. His body rammed into another tree, and he instantly tasted blood in his mouth. Curling into a ball on the ground, warm liquid flows out of his nose without stopping. Vincent glared at the young man on the ground, whose skin was glowing under the moonlight. He was a water dragon shifter, and Vincent wondered what led to him being a dog for the cat people.

She had watched as they set everything ablaze, their massive wings fanning the flames as they burned the brightness and vibrancy of existence into nothingness. Now, a black splotch of scorched acreage, lying dead. Yet, something about them had her intrigued. She had to admit, she was impressed given their size, how they moved with such grace and elegance, as if they were the true rulers of life and death. How they stayed at just the right height as they maneuvered through the sky, swooping in and out as if they were playing a child’s game of chase with smoke and fire. She watched as intelligence swam behind the eyes of the dragon that had found her, yet never gave her away.

Clouds churned, swallowing the sun, and a gust of wind tore through the trees, bending them until their branches cracked. Leaves whipped against my face. My hair lashed around me. The world howled, and then— Hot air. On my neck. My back. My skin prickled instantly, heat rolling over me in waves that weren’t natural, weren’t human. My breath stilled. Every muscle in my body locked. Slowly, terrified, I turned. And froze. Towering above me, scales glinting even in the dim light, wings half-unfurled, stood a dragon.

“Give me your fire, don’t fight it. Feed it into me.” She shot me a look, uncertain, but then thrust her palm over my Sigil. Heat surged down my arm, wild and golden, and I nearly choked on it. Dragonfire wasn’t meant to be carried by anything human, not even Everley blood. But I refracted it through my runes, splitting the current into shards of light. They bent around the golem’s chest, flaring off its etched lines, until the fire no longer fueled the construct but burned beneath its plates. The creature bellowed as the seams cracked. “Hit the joints!” I shouted.

Yet, that is exactly what I saw. I found her in the back yard, two of her monsters sitting by her feet as if they were dogs. I was still getting used to the sight of these gangly creatures who looked like humanoid dragons with extended and elongated hands, huge sets of teeth, sharp, long claws, and impenetrable, black- scaled bodies, agile and muscular, winged when they needed to be. They did not showcase their flying skills nor their amphibian nature. However, they were easily adaptable to both, that much I saw first-hand.

The ocean of water nearly swallowed the fire and when the fire was about to out, the red dragon roused to physical combat. The second and third layer witches headed by Igikran started to fight back the red dragon to defence their Queen. The red dragon used its entire body as a weapon by biting, clawing, lashing with its powerful tail, buffeting its enemies with its monstrous wings while flying in the sky.

The Dragon Emperor did not offer words of praise, nor did he need to. The steady, heavy hum of the fire inside me was proof enough that the first grueling step of survival had been conquered. ​The fire is born, whelp, Ignis’s voice rumbled softly inside the chambers of my mind. That heat is but a spark compared to the true furnace of a dragon. If you wish to walk the path of the Dragon Cultivation Art, you must teach this flesh to endure what mortals would call impossible. ​I pulled myself up from the murky water, standing upright on the slippery, jagged stone of the cavern floor.