Wings Of Fire Dragons Drawings Novels & Stories

His lips quivered in fear as he stared at the dragon's eyes, which were like flames and body, so ancient and dark. “What do you want?” Minerva asked absentmindedly as the dragon stared into her soul. It nudged her head, its snout as if he could read her mind. Then it looked away from her. Behind her, Vincent stood there, a protective hawk. He didn't like it that there was another watching out for Minerva. “I don't like this dragon,” Vincent murmured. Minerva would have laughed if they were not in a situation like this. The dragon tilted its head as if he heard what Vincent had said. Then it moved his attention back to Minerva.

My vision spins, but I push myself back up. I can’t stop now. The beast comes at me again. I close my eyes and dig deep. I feel the power inside me…the light, the fire, the part of me that’s growing stronger every day. I let it rise. My body lifts off the ground again, and this time, wings made of silver flames burst from my back. They shimmer like moonlight. I fly straight at the beast, dodging its claws and slamming a ball of fire into its head. It screams and stumbles, but still doesn’t fall.

Shrill, loud and filled with power and authority that just made you want to submit. A massive shape unfurled within the light. Wings. Burning. Feathered with flame. Eyes like molten suns, no, Gold, molten gold would work better. A Phoenix. It emerged from that fire and it was watching me.

But I cared less, for the pain and regrets Eren cost me, I was going to rip him apart. I jammed my palms together quickly as I mumbled a spell, “I hear dragons like to play with fire, does it burn like mine?” I growled as wings of blue fire spread from back while I conjured a bow and arrow made of fire too. The Dragon lord transformed completely into a golden dragon.

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.

Soaring beside the terrifying dragon was a winged figure of such staggering majesty and grandeur that would make one’s soul tremble in awe. This was no mere beast or entity - this was an elemental force of nature imbued with a searing, blazing radiance that eclipsed the fiercest wildfires. The figure's wings were an impossible, burning crimson that seemed to blaze with an internal luminescence as if forged from the heart of a supernova itself. Each immense wing spanned farther than eyes could track, their leading edges glowing hot like the birth of a newborn star. They beat in slow, inexorable downstrokes that stirred the very air into frenzied cyclones.

Draco replied with an aura of majesty and graceful charisma. Draco stretched out his hand and took the fire out of his hand. Radcliff, on his knees, shook Draco's hand with the one wrapped in the salamander fire. 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.

Ash and smoke smeared the horizon, a black tide rolling across the kingdom’s once-green hills. Serenya stood at the edge of Dawnspire’s ruined battlements, her cloak whipping in the furious wind. The sky itself seemed split, torn open by wings—fiery wings that beat with the rhythm of thunder. Dragons.

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.

She walked towards the picture. 'There is a dragon drawn on the wall in front of her. She has never seen one up close before, but the drawing isn’t hard to understand even if she didn’t know what it was called for. It’s a black and white image of a dragon, only much larger than any she’s ever seen, with four large wings, a long tail, and thick fur along its sides, two horns curling out from its skull. Its mouth opens wide, and two long teeth jut out as if ready to strike, and she can feel its power radiating off the wall. The scales are darker in coloration than those of any other dragons.' Her hand reaches up without permission as she tries to touch the painting."