Wings Of Fire The Dragonets Novels & Stories

Rage flashed through me. I climbed. The dragon saw me coming and twisted, its tail whipping across the air. I dropped beneath it, folded one wing, then rose along its blind side. Seraphina’s instinct guided my strike. Not throat first. Wing joint. Weaker. Slower to defend. I sank my claws into the joint where wing met shoulder and tore. The dragon bellowed. Its body rolled, trying to crush me beneath it. I released just before its weight turned. Another Emberfall dragon came from above and struck it hard enough to drive it lower. I followed, breathing fire across its damaged wing. It fell through smoke, not dead, but grounded, and the moment it hit, three Vaelcryns surged over it.

"She's a Witch!" The moment the gem slipped from my grasp, a sudden void consumed me, the magic dissipating with my relinquished hold. Stepping back from the booth, a profound stillness cloaked me as I observed the crowd converging. Panic etched itself onto the faces of men, women, and children alike. The murmurs of discontent swelled into an angry chorus, echoing through the air. In the distance, the clamor of approaching soldiers added urgency to the unfolding scene. A ripple of anxiety coursed through me as I trembled, gazing one final time at the old woman. "You glowed," she whispered. A mirror hung on a twisted post, and my reflection revealed tendrils of cerulean sparks dancing on my i

His lips quivered in fear as he stared at the dragon's eyes, which were like flames and body, so ancient and dark. “What do you want?” Minerva asked absentmindedly as the dragon stared into her soul. It nudged her head, its snout as if he could read her mind. Then it looked away from her. Behind her, Vincent stood there, a protective hawk. He didn't like it that there was another watching out for Minerva. “I don't like this dragon,” Vincent murmured. Minerva would have laughed if they were not in a situation like this. The dragon tilted its head as if he heard what Vincent had said. Then it moved his attention back to Minerva.

She saw the red dragon soaring down for another attack when she suddenly transformed into her phoenix and broke through the wall. Fueled by anger, the Phoenix flew directly into the red dragon, slicing his neck open. He tried to sink his teeth into her, and she kicked him with both feet. He quickly sunk his talon into her thigh, and she screeched in pain. The dragon hit her in the head with his powerful tail and knocked her out. Cyrus had her now, and he took off with her in his talons.

His hands grasped hers as he searched her face and arms for any burn marks or bruises. She gazed up at him as if seeing him for the first time. “Did…did that just happen? I-I didn’t…the fire…it didn’t hurt me? H-how is that possible?” “Maybe the babies blood mixed with yours…giving you a temporary immunity to fire that all dragons have.” “No, fetal blood can’t mix with maternal otherwise there are major issues,” Dena said from the doorway. “May I come in?” “Sure.” Isabelle waved her inside.

“Oh, my god…” The Dragon picks his pace pulling the chains that's got my nipples trapped. “Keep those eyes on me and whatever you do don't make a sound,” How can I possibly not make a sound when he's teasing my clit and finger-fucking me right now? As damn good as I'm feeling I bite back my moans and focus my gaze on his blue eyes that are still icy with anger. “If you hate Virgins so much then why are you still doing this to me?” My voice was normal until the end when I half moaned out the rest of my sentence and the dragon didn't look pleased that I even spoke at all.

She pushed the plate out the door, then made her way back over to her bed, where she picked up the book again. Catori skipped random pages until she saw the words, Desolation. (The land of BorrowsHood, later called Desolation, was where Nightwing settled, becoming the only dragon of his kind to have no family or battalion. Thriving off the land, sea and his brute strength, and living in a cave. Until over twenty dragons joined him, once again making him their king. They build the small area together, and expanding the land where they could. The males hunt, while the females of the small clan would take care of their children. Along with the baby, Nightwing tried to hide, and refuse to say wh

I looked at Big Boss still whimpering on the floor. “Come on.” I said and dragged him to the end of the corridor where the fire exit is. Upon reaching to the ground, I heard gunshots inside and I looked back. I can see Black Dragon running in the middle of the gunshots! It’s as if he didn’t fear of dying! He held guns on each hand now, aiming and firing left and right as he passed. And in seconds, silence followed. All Big Boss’ men were dead soaking on their own blood. Then I saw Black Dragon picking something and put it on his pocket. He then looked straight at me and nodded. I headed outside still dragging Big Boss. The two guards are not there anymore. Then Black Dragon spoke beside me.

The small whimper was left to the ground while our body heaved itself upward. Dragons often do not fly past the mountain, not wanting to bring attention to ourselves, but this time my dragon had plans that I couldn't deny. Fire breathed out of our mouth. Flying into the fire, feeling the heat of our scales, they turned red. Many elves at the bottom of the mountain screamed my name, pointing, running to their homes. Ignoring them, we flew southward.

, Father said encouraging me. I stood there as in trance.. I withdrew my wings and stayed this upright walking creature of long silver hair which was everywhere around me.. My eyes looked around and I saw that the soil was settling, forming into solid ground in some areas.. Walking over the sea of lava I found a large space where earth was still soft and warm but stable… With my right hand I cut my left hand and a single drop of my blood hit the surface of the soil. I took it in my hands, put a piece of sky in it and made a round shape of it.. And then I burned it with my breath…The ambers of my dragon fire coated the round ball in my hands, initially burning tall and slowly subsiding…As the