Wings Of Fire Dragons Novels & Stories

He didn't realize that the joy Raymond felt when he was called by his name had created a new feeling within Ravi, like many butterflies flying out of his chest. "Ravi?" Ravi woke up from his reverie, seeing Raymond tilting his head in confusion, one of his eyes shining brightly. Ravi licked his dry lips and shifted his body away from Raymond. The intense scent of chocolate still filled Ravi's lungs. "Yes. So, can your wings make you fly?" Raymond's smile faded, and he shook his head slowly. "No, they're just decoration. I'm the only one like this. If I were a full elf, I could use them to fly, but these wings aren't strong enough to lift my body."

Fuck it! I turn and rear up, flapping my wings with a high-pitched shriek as the fire erupts out of us. I direct it towards the retreating Lycans and they burn to ash. I look for her and she has vanished. Fucking coward! I look towards the dragon who rumbles at me; I hiss as I fly higher before diving at him, my mouth open and my talons out as I strike, biting and scratching at his scales, his blood coating the ground. When he roars and throws us off him.

He was the first sky dragon. The next egg to hatch was covered in red and black ridges, glowing from within. It was larger than the other three eggs, almost double in size. So it was no surprise to Oaestr that not one but two dragons hatched from this very special egg. One was as bright as red hot coals, with traces of black on her horns and ears, and the other as dark as night itself. “You my little beauty,” she addressed the brighter of the two hatchlings, “burn like the deepest rivers of fire beneath the earth. I shall name you Faeyr.” The little drakaina began to glow, her eyes alight with red flame. She was the very first fire dragon.

“Phoenix,” Adelaide said after listening to their descriptions of Alicia’s experiences. “I think you are the missing child of the Firebird Queen. It was said that you were lost when a group of rogue dragons attacked your kingdom. They killed the Lady Phoenix and intended to kill her child, who was said to posses the same power as her mother, but you disappeared. You were assumed to be dead,” Adelaide told Alicia.

I tell her. She nods her head, acknowledging my words. I square up, getting ready for a fight when I feel the signs of my wings coming out. All of the vampires look at me in horror, as if I’m the worst thing they could see right now. Lily already has the first one lying dead on the floor when I launch myself at one of the other ones, grabbing her by the hair I fling her at the wall, she hits it with a sickening crunch, falling to the floor. Without waiting until they’re all dead I use my dragon's breath to light her body on fire, turning her to ashes so there’s no chance she’ll come back alive.

Heat washed across my skin. I braced for pain. Instead, warmth settled into my bones. The sensation startled me. The fire felt familiar. Comforting. Like stepping into a house after years spent wandering through winter. The flames twisted and shifted. Slowly, a shape emerged. My breath caught. A dragon stepped from the fire. Every story I had ever heard suddenly seemed inadequate. Its scales gleamed like molten ruby. Massive wings unfolded behind it, vanishing into the darkness overhead. Gold eyes fixed on me with an intensity that made my knees weak.

"You’re the one who whispered to me in the dark when the Council was carving into my bones. You’re the 'Extinction' they were so afraid of." The figure—the Red-Winged Dante—stepped into the light. It was a perfect, terrifying blend of us. It had Dante’s lethal, massive frame and his predator’s stance, but from its spine erupted a pair of wings that were an exact, burning replica of mine. They weren't made of "Void-Lead" or "Obsidian-Gold." They were made of Primal Fire, a deep, arterial red that seemed to drink the light from the room.

I roar as loud as I can, my mighty wings gaining power, I turn to look to my left and the three dragons are now alongside me. The biggest of the dragons nods his head as we fly into the black sky. Whoever these dragons are, I am grateful they are on my side, and it gives me the courage I need to face Tyber once again. He stands in front of me, his massive body alight with flames, I roar as loud as I can as the flames shout from my mouth, Davin joins me as he sends his own flames into the clouds and the three dragons lets out a roar as they each join in, The heat is immense, and I can hear Tyber cries as the flames surround him holding him in place as the Good gods send their streams of light

- Wait until you will see your wings. Kaitlyn turned around and glared at him. - You are not helping me here. - The witch hissed while Demetria freed herself and spun around, checking what her uncle was talking about. She gasped at the sight of two massive dragon wings on her back. It seemed to be too much for her, and the girl dropped to her knees. Demetria tried to cover her face with her hands, but she glanced at the blue fire and stopped herself from doing it.

“In Akyaka’s realm of olden days, a dragon’s tale in twilight haze, From fiery mountain’s hidden space, an egg was stolen, a daring chase. Molten lava, wild and bold, birthed a dragon, stories told. Burning flesh, a bone dragon formed, crawling up, its wings adorned. Evil, born in shadows’ birth, in quest of kin, it roams the earth. Devouring souls, a desperate cry, villagers succumb, beneath the sky. A warrior bold, on fiery steed, with a horse of valor, matching speed.