Wings Of Fire The Dragonets Novels & Stories

The creature attacking her was slightly larger than the one engaging Ghaeron, and it bore a streak of dark maroon down its belly. Nayara avoided the thing’s next strike, and as it swept past she flamed its exposed back. It had no more effect than her brother’s attack had. These things were clearly resistant to fire, at least to a degree. Fire is not a Dragon’s only weapon, thought Nayara as she dove toward the creature. It twisted to avoid her, but she caught the midsection of its tail with her hind claws. She was unable to hold on for long, for its weight and struggles disrupted her own flight, but she gouged some shallow cuts into its grey flesh. It cried out and she knew it felt pain. Rel

Turning to look at its sides, it saw nothing then it sees a shadow from above. It looks up and sees Elizabeth falling towards it with the steel spear in her hands. “AHHHHHH!!!!” It saw her and opportunity. After all, she didn’t have the wings to maneuver herself midair. The Draco roars and opens its maw. It quickly releases a plume of fire towards the flightless Elizabeth. The fire quickly reaches Elizabeth but instead of showing fear, she showed conviction. Summoning her willpower, Elizabeth uses her divine gift’s 2nd level.

And sure enough, soon Cresta's body was lifted into the air, emitting a huge black light, and out of the black light came the dragon known as Frenya. Adrianne lied that she would burn Cresta's body when she died. Adrianne was so in love with the fact that he would gain such great power, a dragon. Winged creatures that can breathe fire can truly be the most powerful weapon of war. Moreover, the dragon was promised to be gigantic, immortal and forever obedient to him and his descendants. Adrianne knew that he would be the most powerful man if he had a pet dragon. At the mere thought of gaining such power, he lost his eyes and sacrificed a girl who loved him so dearly.

The ocean of water nearly swallowed the fire and when the fire was about to out, the red dragon roused to physical combat. The second and third layer witches headed by Igikran started to fight back the red dragon to defence their Queen. The red dragon used its entire body as a weapon by biting, clawing, lashing with its powerful tail, buffeting its enemies with its monstrous wings while flying in the sky.

I blast my water out behind us as we run, holding off the fire and turning it to steam, the heat and humidity in the room becoming oppressive. I turn back and see an opening in the mountainside. “Hold on and don’t fall off!” Gideoni says as he leaps from the opening into nothing but air. If I didn’t have my own wings, I’d scream in terror. But I don’t have a moment to scream before he’s shifting and I’m sitting on the back of his fire dragon body. A second later, Fordin shifts and his earth dragon joins us in the air.

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.

He could feel the sweat beading on his forehead as he drew close, the sting of the saltwater in his eyes as the droplets caught in his eyelashes on their passage down to his cheeks. “There is no pain,” she was as shocked by the development as he was. “The flames do not burn me.” He reached out carefully but could not touch the flames. They burnt as hot as dragon flame. “They do not burn me, but I can feel their heat,” he told her. “Flaming wings… That was… not what I expected.” “Me either,” she looked at him wild-eyed. “Do you suppose that I could…” “Yes,” he followed her gaze when she looked skywards. “Do it, Ember.”

She obeyed, jumping up again, avoiding the dragon's tail and spikes as she dug her claws into the wings tearing the thin skin to shreds. Kyra was thrown off again, this time not catching herself fast enough before slamming into the ground. But just as quickly as the pain had come, it was gone. We stared at the gigantic beast before us, blood pouring from its wings and neck. Her eyes were no longer of use. She reared her head back, and I knew I was coming. "Move. Move. Move." I shouted as Delmira's dragon opened her mouth, blindly blowing fire in every direction. "Shit. Shit. Shit." Kyra hissed as the heat of the flames burned her skin, singeing her fur.

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.

The ice in my very veins melted as he grew even taller than he normally was and more muscular,ripping Zephyros's tunic in the process. I staggered backwards and tripped on a branch. I fell backwards on my rump and even the sting was not enough to take my eyes off him. He exhaled and the nearest tree turned to ash immediately. i scrambled backwards on impulse and the branch i had tripped on got caught in his web. He opened his eyes and twin pools of fire peered down at me. I didn't need Luna to tell me i was not looking at Zephyros anymore...no. Not entirely. What stared back at me was the Fire Dragon.