Wings Of Fire Dragons Novels & Stories

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.

His wings spread wide, feathers shimmering like liquid gold, ready to defend the innocent and uphold the balance of the realms. Flame curled around Wrath's frame, a living, breathing entity that danced and flickered with his every movement. The inferno cast eerie shadows, highlighting the sharp angles of his face and the fierce determination in his molten eyes. His power was raw, untamed, a force of nature that refused to be contained or controlled.

When I finally drifted, it wasn’t rest. Flames roared through my dreams, licking up the walls of Aurelian House, but I wasn’t afraid. I was the fire. I stood at the center, bare feet sinking into scorched stone, wings stretching wide behind me. Not metaphorical wings, real ones, powerful, gleaming like molten gold streaked with crimson veins. I should have been terrified, but instead the fire whispered through me, low and hungry. "Claim them." The voice wasn’t human. It wasn’t even mine, not entirely. It was deeper, older. My dragon, the side of me I kept locked down so tight it had started bleeding into my nights.

I stand rooted to the spot, a silent witness to the unfolding spectacle, my heart pounding in my chest. As I watch in awe, Thrystan conjures his own flames, crafting them into a sinuous ribbon of fire reminiscent of a dragon's coil. With practiced precision, he sends the fiery tendril hurtling towards the assailants, ensnaring them in its fiery embrace. The flames do not scorch their flesh, but bind them in place, rendering them powerless and petrified. In that moment, it becomes clear – Thrystan is not merely a Scorcher; he possesses the legendary Dragonfire within him.

Their mouths hang open as they feel the ground shake and hear the loud roar from the sky. An incredibly large dragon with black, steel blue, and brick red scales flies above the compound with a steady stream of fire barreling out of his mouth, engulfing the building in fire. The dragon continues making passes around the building. Draven sucks in a breath, opens his mouth, and exhales as he roars, blowing flames along the building as he flies past. Smoke seeps from the dragon's body. The spaces between his scales seem transparent, allowing everyone to see the flames burning inside the dragon.

When they were almost to the pack house, I used my Green Flames to control the earth to stop them. A Phoenix is born with a specific fire, The Red Flame is the most common The Orange Flame is for healing The Purple Flame is for turning back and accelerating time for a living being The Pink Flame is for telepathy, empathy, and telekinesis Finally, the Blue Flame, is the most lethal, it is as cold as ice but burns like fire. Each flame could burn, but not at the same intensity depending on which flame it is, each having its specific properties. I was born with what we call the Rainbow Flames, it is a Flame created from each of the Flames, I can use them individually or simultaneously. It was h

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.

Rori squeezed her knees together and ground herself desperately into the man underneath her as they panted together, clawing and licking at the other’s flesh like hungry animals. Murdok flipped his body over, and Rori was now underneath him while he prepared to pepper kisses down the side of her jaw and neck. Rori felt his fingers softly snake around her throat, she could feel the dull scrape of his nails, and they felt unusually long and cold she thought as he started to squeeze a little as he took the other hand and moved her wet robe away from her hips and the lower part of her body. Rori angled her hips upward toward him while he continued to graze his palm up and down the center of her

I take a look at Palila. “How are you feeling?” I ask her, looking her over. Her arm doesn’t look right. “My wing was broken. I shouldn’t have been able to shift, but I forced it and now…” She sniffs. “Now, I’m not sure it can be fixed.” “May I?” I ask her gently. I can heal her. All dragons have healing power. We pull from our element. Most people consider fire to be destructive, and it is. But it is also healing. After the forest fire, new life blooms and grows again. Fires can burn out the old, or the suffocating and allow for new, young growth, a fresh rebirth. My fire is the same. I just have to pull from the side that is meant to cause regrowth rather than destruction.

He flew a few meters to the back, ROOOAR! The wind dragon charged at the fire dragon and her fangs bit down on the fire dragon’s neck. It happened too fast. Macchiato had miscalculated and failed to understand what had just happened. GRRROOOOOAARRR! The fire dragon shrieked, the dragon threw its head to the back. Blood started to spurt out of its neck. The wind dragon claw’s stabbed through the blood. Her claws were clutching onto the fire dragons’ neck.