Years Of The Fire Dragon Novels & Stories

Astrid marvels at the intricate web of their creation, attributed to the Sun god Helios. The Weredragons, too, drew him into their fiery domain. Born of the same sun deity, their essence was forged in the crucible of intense ether, granting them the awe-inspiring ability to spew forth torrents of fire. Leading this formidable clan is the figure known as the Dragon king who presides over their fiery realm.

It will be good for him. A dragon reaches maturity and can breathe fire at one-hundred years old. The twenty-five years before full adulthood are difficult. Like most teenagers, they don't want their parents' guidance and they seek adventure, also known as trouble. With Ashrac's mathematical mind, which he gets from his mother, school will hopefully keep him away from too much misfortune. A little trouble is acceptable and expected when you're the fiercest creature in a hundred realms. But moderation is important and sadly can only be taught by making one's own mistakes. Those are always the best lessons and I know because I've learned from plenty of my mistakes.

It seemed like he had already accepted that it would happen. “All unbonded dragonkin, male and female, between the ages of seventeen and twenty-five have been called up to the Dragon King’s training grounds in Romania.” Anger reverberated from his voice and I could feel the tension mounting. “I’ll keep her safe Dad. Even if it makes me a traitor. The Dragon King won’t get her.” “I know.” Ryder squeezed my shoulder and left the kitchen as my destiny was set in motion.

The great Dragon observed with aching helplessness as Neyalha grew more and more irrational. Finally, though Gheyaral counseled her often to be patient, Neyalha decided to act upon her dark feelings of disappointment and betrayal. On a dark and terrifying day in the history of the inhabitants of Edon, Neyalha decided to intervene. In her distorted wrath she vowed to end the life she had seeded there. Her enormous, dark form blotted out the sun as she swooped down toward the surface. Her hot, flaming breath incinerated huge swaths of land and hundreds of people at a time. Cities were charred, farmlands reduced to ash. Gheyaral tried to reason with her, but she turned her fire on him as well,

“Some of the dragon lords were shrewd and used other dragons as body doubles to divert risks from themselves. The dragon kings did them one better. They mastered the ability to scatter their essence or spirit and then bond it within the cells of a human individual. I’m guessing when the Fire from Heaven struck, the four dragon kings hid themselves in the blood of certain jōnins, to be then passed down to their descendants. Now in the Time of Man, the jōnin or their child who carries the spirit of a dragon king within them… they should be the one called Dragonkist.” “Oh… my… kami,” Aki mumbled. “How do you know all these?” “Believe it or not, I read about it in a two-hundred-year-old book wri

"And now you are a tribute, and there will be no wedding. He will keep all of it. Forever. So when you ask yourself why he didn't fight harder for you — that's why." She let go of my arm. "Safe journey," she added. The dragon-livery man grabbed my elbow and hauled me into the carriage. I struck the seat and did not feel it. The door shut. The wheels began to move. I sat there with my hands flat on my knees and let the truth come up. The fire when I was six. The fire that took my mother. The fire that was supposed to take me too. I had been sent to fetch a candle. I had come back to a wall of flame.

Then came the fury of the Dragon King as the door glowed blood red, flames licking under the door in fury as Ragnar came completely undone. "Give me my mate!" Bellowed Ragnar's dragon as the ground underneath the door began to heat up through the onslaught of Dragonfire. The building's foundations began to shake as they protested against the assault they were under, and Matilda began to chant, furiously moving her hands about.

But it will never be the same. - Dragons don't have mates, we have firehearts. It works similar to your matebond, but it's different. We have a fog in the heart that is incomplete, and when we find our fireheart, the fires are completed. When a dragon loses its fireheart, it's alone for life. We have no second chances, fireheart and we will never be able to love another person. Many dragons that end up firehertless choose to stay together, but it will always be for sex and children. Their hearts will never burn with love again.

“Greetings, old friend.” Hua Yueren barely finished speaking before a sharp gust of force slammed toward him. Only after recognizing the intruder did Chris’s master finally withdraw his attack. “What brings you here?” He sat down lazily, one side of his lips curling upward. Hua Yueren did not waste time with pleasantries. “Calculate the current heavenly cycle for me.” Chris’s master raised an eyebrow but complied nonetheless. Moments later, his expression shifted subtly. “This year… is the Year of Dragon Fire.”

Pain flares down my side. I twist away, wings beating hard to regain distance. They pursue immediately. No hesitation. No wasted motion. These two have fought together for decades—perhaps centuries. The dragon slams into me from above while the fae launches from his saddle, spear flashing downward toward my eye. I snap my jaws shut inches from his arm. He twists midair and lands back on the dragon’s spine. Perfect coordination. I roar and unleash a torrent of flame. The dragon barrels through it. Old scales.