Novel & Cerita Wings Of Fire Dragons

The sky ripped open with a roar that shook the yacht to its bones. Flames poured down like molten rain, and I knew in that split second we were all dead if we didn't move. "Dragon!" I screamed, grabbing the railing as the deck ignited in a whoosh of heat. "Avery, get down!" She didn't listen. She never did. Her eyes locked on the massive crimson shape circling above, wings beating like thunder. The beast was huge, scales gleaming blood-red under the sun, its jaws wide and spitting another burst of fire straight at the stern.

Not natural. Not contained. Devastating. A dragon. Massive. Winged. Burning like the sun itself decided to take form and descend. My men don’t even have time to scream. The fire hits them. Consumes them. Erases them. Gone. I move. Fast. Barely avoiding the second wave. Heat slams into me anyway. Burning. Tearing. I land hard. Roll. Come up on one knee. Breathing heavier than I should be.

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.

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.

His Red Flame Qi swept out, like several fire dragons, rushing toward the Immortal Master of the Winged race. With a flap of his wings, the Immortal Master of the Winged race flew over with dazzling golden light. Countless feathers turned into rays of light and collided with the flaming dragons. Boom! Boom! An earth-shattering explosion spread through the starry sky, and the stars shook. Several dragons were torn apart by the feathers, but the feathers were also burned to ashes by them. "Kill!" Flaming Qilin rushed toward the Immortal Master of the Winged race like a lunatic. Red flames rose all over his body as if they were going to burn down the sky.

“You my little fire dragon, are once again very insightful.” She turns, smiling at me, pleased with my praise but obviously confused. “What did I do?” “Maybe Avani set up the war games wrong,” I say. I watch Keya whose eyes go wide. “We need teams.” “Teams?” Elio asks. “At least one person with each element. The dragons will never allow their riders to be on a team without them, so Elio and I would be on a team with, say, Ajax, who has the earth element, Kaylani with the water element, and well, I think air is mostly out. None of Cal and Eliane’s young are old enough to fight yet, leaving only Cal and Ishir to wield the air element.” Keya says.

The flame serpent was as majestic and aggressive as a fire dragon. It was wrapped in flames and spat fire from its mouth. They wondered if that was the Lord of Fire Dragons' mount like in the legends. Karl did not back down in the face of endless flames. He raised his ice sword high with his hands and shouted, "Elite Ice Domain." Two massive wings made of ice instantly appeared behind him, causing the area around him to be frozen in ice. The flames that were aimed at Karl were extinguished by his Elite Ice Domain. Karl shouted again after the endless flames.

Ears twitched. A second later, the sky screamed. Something tore through the clouds above, wreathed in fire and shadow. Ekreth. He broke the heavens like a spear of flame. His dragon form was massive - larger than she remembered. His wings stretched wider than the valley, edged in burning gold. Scales glinted like obsidian, runes etched deep into his sides, glowing faintly with each beat of his wings. Fire licked at his maw, and his eyes - those terrible, beautiful eyes - glowed with fury.

“Come on boys you didn’t think I would be the one explaining. Y’all read the material so tell me. What did you learn about the dragons?” “There are fire dragons that can breathe fire and also control fire with their minds. Fire doesn’t hurt them. You can tell they’re fire dragons by their coloring of red, orange or a mix of the two. Then there are water dragons that can shoot out a water blast from their mouths and they can control water with their minds. They can also breathe under water. You can tell they’re water dragons as they are darker shades of blue.

Excited chatter was all around us. “COME FORTH, TYPHON!” A loud whoosh sound was heard, as if someone had tossed gasoline onto the fire. In the middle of the pit floating above the flame was a man on fire. Huge wings were spread out to his sides. His handsome features were breathtaking. This must be Typhon. Oohs and aahs were sounding all around me. Excited dragons moved closer to the pit trying to catch a better look at the dragon god.