Wings Of Fire Dragons Novels & Stories

I heard Austin’s voice, but it faded away slowly among the winds, as another vision flashed before my eyes. Fire, the richest element, one so noble, yet deadly. I frowned as the crackling flames turned against an unknowing wind. The fire changed directions; whooshing left and right, instead of simply roaring upwards. My eyes followed the strange directions before something flew out from the flames...a flaming creature. I gasped, my mind immediately flashed back to the drive, the creature the stars portrayed... a dragon.

My body started to burn. I pleaded again for whomever it was, to stop. “I can’t..breath..who are..you?” I said in between breaths as he laid against my back, pressing the length of his body into me. “Emm..shhhh..soon..soon my little dove. Your lovely..wings..will be clipped..ahh..” He sat up behind me, keeping the rhythm of the flickering flames against the wall.

His dragon scales are burning and he could feel the burn. 'Ouch, my wings. They are on fire' Dracos whined from inside his head. 'You know it's to save a family ' Drake reminded him. He ignored them burn for the time being and flew to the upper floor and landed softly. He immediately folded his wings back inside his back, before he could cause more damage to them. Then he began to search the house, which is not a simple task because everything is burning up. He searched the only two rooms present on this floor. His skin is burning and it's becoming unbearable to withstand the pain.

, he paused. “So, I’m narrating and the both of you are cuddling”, he said jokingly and everyone looked at Bruno and Enola and they separated from each other. ‘As I was saying’, he continued, “So, Omek observed a secret. He noticed that the goddess had something called heart of the river, it looked like a small staff. Without that staff, the goddess would turn to water and the water would overflow. He didn’t know about this issue because when he asked the goddess, the goddess lied that without the staff, she turns to human and the sacrificed victims regains their freedom.

I warn. As Flavius continues farther into the room, the SpitFires begin to crowd him, taking in his scent. These dragons, though small compared to me, are the size of large horses. Their tails flicker back and forth as they continue to sniff him. Flavius wades through the crowd of dragons until he comes upon a SpitFire much smaller than the rest.

He was more than a werewolf his eyes were blazing like fire, the little girl now a dragon, had wing, she must have been a dragon before, and many that went toward the exit were burnt by the fire, the warriors tried all they could, but their strength was not enough, and just one breath, and fire came out of her mouth, and all the perimeter where the soldiers were, was covered in such a great fire that made it impossible for any one to escape, and in a short time, they all died and there was not even a single one that escape to tell the story of what they had seen, to any one, when they all had died, the tree of them were still beasts and they headed towards the settlement, and it was a few st

The arrow transformed into a blur of vibrating energy, like a spiraling comet cutting through the air with precision and grace. Caleb spun on his heels, his instincts screaming for movement, for escape. The forest becoming a blur as he propelled himself off the beaten path, each step Caleb took was fueled by adrenaline and the urgent need to distance himself from the creature. Brisk air whipped past him, sending a cool caress against his heated skin as the frantic thuds of his footsteps mingled with the distant sounds of the wolf’s.

When they emerged, a pair of fire wings appeared on the fire lizards' backs. "Ho? Using fire to become wings like that? But... Shadow step, killing dagger strike!" with its swift movements, the two daggers directly cut off the heads of every fire lizard that approached it. Not only was Xiao Fang's move fast but the lizards were unable to sense his aura of life while using the shadow step.

Nyra’s POV I shifted fully again and launched into the air. Above the square, the sky had become almost impossible to read. Dragon wings cut through smoke. Aetherfangs darted between them. Fire burst in red, orange, gold, and dark ugly streaks from Lucian’s side. Emberfall’s dragons fought with terrifying discipline. They did not waste flame. They did not chase enemies blindly. They moved like a kingdom that had been waiting for war and had made itself beautiful only because beauty did not stop it from being deadly.

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.