Wings Of Fire The Dragonets Novels & Stories

Our only chance of saving Kenna is to bring her to the ground and stabilize her fire until Everett can sedate her. “Breathe again, Kaylani!” Everett says. I’m more careful this time, blowing just a little breath into Yhendorn’s lungs. Then I turn, watching as our dragons all circle Kenna. She screams angrily, blasting her fire out around her, trying to force the other dragons away. The fire dragons, even the ones who can feel the heat of her fire, block her, trying to hold steady. Then I hear it, the deep intake of breath beside me.

She missed and was sent away from them. “You little brat.” Nalena screamed. “I have won and you have lost. If you value your life you will leave.” Tasrin snapped at her as he held the baby tight. The specks forming a dragon behind him. “You will never beat me.” Nalena cried as she disappeared. She knew she had to run this time but she would be back stronger and Rosalie would be hers. “Desiree.” Avalon cried to Desiree whom was holding her stomach. The pain of the hit making her fear she lost it. The dragon flapped over and disappeared into her stomach causing the pain to disappear. It soon floated out and over to Rosalie where it disappeared again.

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.

Butterfly wings pop like firecrackers, venomous ash raining down. Esteban stumbles back as Dragon shakes the belt buckle tauntingly. His face twists with rage when he notices it’s gone. Dragon hurls it into the inferno. The pheromone cartridge hisses, bursting in the flames. He roars, batting at the flames, trying to save his favorite little trophy but the fire leaps to his sleeves. “¡Te voy a matar! (I’ll kill you!)," Esteban roars, retreating into smoke as fire licks his sleeves. Uncle Danni yells out to Gwo Pistoleer, "Round him up!," as he points in the direction Esteban ran. Engines rev in the distance—Lou Nwa giving chase. I hope they bring him back alive. I’m just getting warmed up.

Trigger Warning Hello Lovely Readers, Thank you for taking the time to read A Baby for the Dragon. This book is a breeder kink one and has some talk of infertility with the main female lead but will result in a pregnancy for our dragon and his mate. There will be tons of unprotected sex and lots of dirty talk, the sex will be super graphic and if that’s not something you enjoy that’s okay. There are plenty of other books out there for you, just maybe not this one.

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.

As I looked at the building beside us, I saw it was a tall building with a large display window, Tasha and I walked up to just in front of the glass, and as I looked through, I could see a strange-looking bird that looked like it was made of fire, so I asked Tasha's nanny, "What's that bird over there? The one on fire?" Tasha's nanny walked over and took a look, "That's called a phoenix. They're a very popular pet because they live almost as long as dragons. A phoenix can live up to roughly 1000 years old and go through a rebirth cycle. When they go through their rebirth cycle, they burn to ash and are reborn from those ashes. They do this every 200 years and can only do it five to six times

The sky over the Shattered Vale burned with the aftermath of war, smoke rising in black plumes, molten rivers casting eerie light over the battlefield. Soldiers, exhausted and battered, pressed forward, rallying behind the king who now moved like living fire. Verath Dravenor, Dragon King, had fully unleashed his power, wings spanning the horizon, scales glowing molten gold. Every step he took scorched the ground, yet his focus was unwavering, tethered by the bond that connected him to Elara.

She flaps her wings in the air, dashing forward, and firing Amira with such a huge amount of fire. Aba Mandel and Hasham grips on the handle. They know Amira is in great danger. The draconians too are on the edge of their seats, waiting for Amira to show them a true fight. When the fire runs out on Alianah's throat, she flies upward, collecting more energy, and plunges downward. This time, she hits Amira with her powerful wings, causing her to fall helplessly on the ground. The dragon lands on her feet. Before Amira can even regain her strength, Alianah has collected the fire in her throat and aims it toward her sister, showing no sign of remorse or mercy.

the third Firebirds adds and they all kept a sad face. The Firebirds are all dark green in colour, that had two horns close to their eyes, they had a little brightly coloured red strand of hair in front of their forehead. Their wings were vast and has stripes of green and yellow, huge claws on their toes, a bright red coloured throat cause they were meant to spit out fire. "Oh Brathon, may your gentle soul rest in peace," the first firebird said and lowered his left wing on the ground. The rest of the Firebirds did the same.