Novel & Cerita Wings Of Fire Dragons Drawings

Its tail was lizard-like, though scale-less as the rest of it, and without the distinctive small fins at the tip such as a Dragon had. Ghaeron spread his wings and flapped upward toward the thing, spewing flame when he got near. The beast flinched and moved away from the fire, but was not seriously injured. It flapped and maneuvered as well, engaging in a pattern that had the two airborne foes circling one another in the sparse clouds. It cried out in defiance, and spat a mass of yellowish ichor at the Dragon. Ghaeron swerved, but some of the substance splashed across his hip. He dove and then turned the action into a climb, pivoting and flapping quickly. He flamed the beast again, bringing

I guide her from Sarn's territory and lead her home. "Your thing is sticking out," she says in an impish voice. I've been fighting my need since we left. No more. If she wants me, who am I to deny my mate? I rise higher and she flies ahead of me slightly. Coming from above her, I curl my front claws at the seam where her wings meet her back. I push down while flapping my wings so we land with only a slight jolt. I rise up and clamp my back legs around hers. In dragon form, I take my mate. Her cries of pleasure push through my mind. Our bodies still glow and when we explode into flames this time, the purest of dragon fire lights the sky for miles.

Free falling from the sky, I couldn’t stop screaming. My arms flailed around as if trying to grab onto something, even if there was nothing to grab. Above me was a Dragon, galactic in size. He had to be as massive as a mountain. I had to admit that the Dragon was alluringly breathtaking. Luminous metallic purple scales cascaded over its entire form. Its wings arched slightly as they span across the sky. Its head turned down as it looked at me, with large radiant indigo eyes. When it redirected and started flying toward me, I stopped screaming and simply stared at the magnificent beast.

Those eyes burned like an unquenchable flame, testing her patience and scrutinizing her every move. Dragon sat beside his wife, Olivia, who exuded confidence and satisfaction as she spoke to him in a calm tone. His sleek black hair and sharp gaze made him resemble a meticulously crafted statue. Yet, what truly set Dragon apart was the commanding aura that surrounded him—a power that demanded either respect or fear. Jenny, on the other hand, wore a simple dress that highlighted her natural beauty, her wavy hair and green eyes giving her a captivating, understated charm.

Ira's POV The dragons are wreaking havoc throughout the palace and not even the powers of the angel Kings seem capable of stopping them. Angel Tiras can create bolts of lightening like the skies does. Yet such a great power seems ineffective against the formidable skins of the dragons. Angel Ronen can create massive flames of fire like burning fuel, but it's useless against the dragons whose skins do not burn. Angel Adon has the power to create perfect illusions that seem to confuse the dragons. But the gigantic creatures are flying fast, making it impossible for him to fool them all.

Raven’s breath quickened as her hands reached instinctively for the dagger at her hip, but before she could draw it, a spark of fire split the night. The figure froze mid-stride. The shadows curled around them, recoiling like frightened animals, as a roar that shook the very air tore through the forest. Raven stumbled back, eyes wide, staring at the impossible. From the heart of the trees, a shape emerged. Massive wings, scales that shimmered like molten bronze, claws that gleamed sharper than obsidian, eyes blazing with golden fire was the full form of Malrik, the dragon. The ground quaked beneath him as he stepped forward, his roar echoing into the mountain peaks, shaking the leaves from t

And then I felt a gust of scorching wind whipping past me, followed by the unmistakable sound of wings cutting through the night air. Fire was came next hurting my eyes a bit. But it was targeted at the beast on top of me. The wolf screeched, yelping, burning fur sizzling against the searing heat. My lungs expanded, gulping air I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. I scrambled backward, coughing, tears stinging my eyes as the dragon landed before me. Its massive wings folded neatly against its body, smoke curling from its nostrils. I froze. Every instinct screamed at me to run, to turn and flee, but it didn’t attack.

I stepped out carefully, and then walked slowly over to the Candle Dragon. It was fairly small, and a glowing, crystal-like white in colour. It was inlaid with delicate carvings, all of which looked like tribal patterns and intricate artwork. It depicted the elements: flame, wind, sea, and mountains. In its centre was a thick pillar candle. I wanted to wonder why, exactly, it was called the Candle Dragon, but I let the thought dissipate. I needed to keep my mind clear.

My words did nothing but enrage him further, and he started to run towards me, hands outstretched ready to place them around my neck. But, before he could reach me, the familiar sounds of large wings flapping in the air met my ears. Fallon and I both looked up, Thale’s red dragon suspended above us. He exhaled flames in Fallon’s direction, although missing him so as to make sure I was not caught in the cross-fire. I needed to get further away.

The dragon in front of her was a magnificent creature, mighty. Objectively she could appreciate that. Its scales were large and thick, the shape almost resembling the knives. The legend of dragons being born of the fires in the centre of the earth seem to be captured by the existence of the creature like that, in the flickering colours of its side, from deep magenta to warm gold and every hue between. Typically Dragons were immensely large, but this one got two sets of wings, a larger pair set atop the muscular shoulders, and a slightly smaller pair set lower back that tucked below when folded, necessary to propel the massive body through the sky and fly.