In a land of dragons, it's weary to know that one day you can end up as food for those above, that any day a dragon can come down from the sky and decide your fate. Those who wish to survive have to be resourceful, especially when even your own kind will throw you out to be food for the wolves. When discovering a past that had been thought been long lost in the scorching, River may finally have a chance to fight back against the world, but even the most tragic consequences can be caused by good intentions. This is a wings of fire fan fiction and all rights belong to Tui Sutherland

What if there was a Nightwing Firescale? Smoke is a freak. That's what everyone tells her. She killed her twin sister in the egg and now is some sort of monster, one that can't touch anyone without it eventually going up in flames. That's her, too weak to be used as a weapon, too dangerous to be treated normally. So when her tribe finally has the chance to send her off to some faraway academy, it makes sense that they do it without hesitation. It isn't like they ever cared about her in the first place; she spent her entire dragonethood in solitude. Now, Smoke has to survive school and the terrifying prospect of interacting with other dragons, which might be turning more dangerous than she originally thought...

Long before history remembered him as a tyrant or a legend, Darkstalker was just a dragonet with impossible power-blessed by prophecy, magic, and destiny itself. And yet, before the world claimed him... she did. Astral, a NightWing-SkyWing hybrid born to scorn and suspicion, learned early that dragons fear what they don't understand. With ember-lit scales and a temper to match, she trusted no one-until a bold young dragonet named Darkstalker sat beside her and declared them best friends. From that moment, they were inseparable. She became his anchor. His shield. His flame behind the throne he was destined to seize. But fate is never simple. When a new dragoness enters their lives-a calm, calculating future-seer named Clearsight-Astral's path splits in two: ⚔ Let history follow its course... and lose Darkstalker to another. 🔥 Or defy fate itself... and claim the future that should have been hers. Loyalty becomes love. Love becomes rivalry. And as Darkstalker rises to power, Astral must decide: Is she his guardian? His weapon? Or the only dragon capable of bringing him back from the edge.

Rainwatcher, Firefly, Moon, Winter, Kinkijou and Qibli (And several invisible guards) try and find Winter's mysterious brother that vanished three years ago and is supposedly held capture by queen scarlet. Kinkijou's in a concussion, Winter loves Moon, Qibli loves Moon, Firefly is worried about Kinkijou and Rainwatcher has a secret that nobody knows. -Minor swearing. (In dragonspeak and English)- This book is a fanfic of book 7 wof. It contains spoilers and I have re-written some of this with my own. Book 1/3

The breath of evil is gone for good-isn't it? Enter the lives of Auklet, Bumblebee, and Mink. When the othermind threatens their homes and those they love, the three dragonets, along with Dusky and Cliff, must join forces against this rising evil. They must put aside their differences and work together to understand the tangle of evil and conspiracies that are slowly destroying both Pyrrhia and Pantala. Meanwhile, Peacemaker has been captured by a secret organization and his memories of a past life have been triggered-his mind is in turmoil. The fate of the dragon tribes has been placed in the talons of these young dragonets. Will they defeat the darkness swallowing the continents? Or will evil prevail? Whispers of the Vine is now also posted on Quotev!

THERE IS SOMETHING BEYOND OUR LIMITED MINDS... After decades of obliviousness, and the feeling of independence washing away, there's empty spots left in the world. RainWings have gone mad because of a lack of hierarchy, and amidst the rage, show wrath to other kingdoms. Somewhere beyond the crossfire, though, are three dragons from all over Pyrrhia, and only a chain of events they pursue themself can lead them to stop the raging chaos. Haworthia. The International Processor and Sender of messages across the Sand Kingdom, kind to the soul, balancing beauty and brawn. Eminence II. An overworked princess, first in line for the SkyWing throne, trying to live up to who she was named after. Coldsword. A stoic, quiet and irrational but just Ice-Night hybrid with a backstory that powers him to change the world for the better. What are their stories? How will this war end? What word do they seek after tradition is weathered away? Finally came back onto Wattpad, excuse me for my own stories, but with a heave and a jump a few years later, here is the book I am currently writing. BEHOLD! A Bond Called Freedom Lot more gruseome... Lot more brutal deaths... Lots of think-about-it themes... And oh boy I swore a lot. Love it or hate it, heres my dedication over the last few months that i'll probably forget to update Also, there is in fact no sex if that's what you GOONERS are looking for. Just sit back and enjoy the story, for the love of god!! Maybe if this gets over five views I'll publish Seeking Passion.........But.........You'll have to wait 😈😈🙏🙏

(This takes place shortly after the first five books) (after some review the new cover for this story looks a tad bit too creepy, I will be making a new one eventually ) It has been three months since the dragonets "prophecy" came to fruition. Every Tribe was trying to adapt to the new peace, something that hasn't been experienced in years. For one particularly stubborn tribe, (cough cough, Nightwings, cough cough), they are having a rather rough time, just with the fact that they aren't constantly surrounded by lava and death. Though, one dragonet adapts slightly faster, (mostly due to not wanting to starve again), which leads to a... Rainwing, stalking him. Yeah, a Rainwing. Such unrefined creatures... - An idea just came to mind and I'm not quite sure how it would work out, anyways, I can add your Dragon's (OC) to my story, again, not sure if it would work out but I'm open to requests. Just ask and I'll take a look! - Example dialogue: (this is used in the story) Deathbringer swivels his head and stares at glory with a suprised look on his face, "wow, I did not know you could sound that nice", he covers the side of his mouth that's closer to Glory and leans toward Fateseaker, "careful kid, she's viscous", he whispers loud enough for Glory to hear while grinning. Glory shoots him a scathing look, "excuse his behavior, I'll make sure to punish him later", she says with a pissed tone while looking at Deathbringer. "Ohhh, don't threaten me with a good time", he winks at Glory. Glory covers her eyes with her claws and exhales in frustration. She collects herself for a moment before turning her attention back to Fateseaker. --- (A story about Breaking "Fate") WIP chapters are technically "finished", but I'll add more details, better grammar, etc. The edited chapters will have a (rewritten # times) at the beginning. (Just a little disclaimer, this story will have some darker themes starting at chapter 5)

'The largest egg in mountain high, will give to you the wings of sky.' We all know how the SkyWing egg was lost right? Well, in this world, what if the SkyWing egg didn't shatter? What if the dragonet inside it actually survived? What if the SkyWing was hidden in a deep pit with only a sick IceWing guardian to take care of? After ten years, when the war of the SandWing Succession has finally come to a glorious ending and the Eye of Onyx has crowned Thorn as their new SandWing queen, Soaren, the surviving SkyWing, has been having trouble living in the pit for ten years all his life. He wanted to see the world. He wanted the sun to finally touch his scales. He wanted to spread his wings freely. His very, very large wings. When his IceWing guardian was about to die of SandWing venom, Soaren was determined to save him by travelling to the Rainforest, where he heard he could retrieve the cure for the venom. It would have been easier than going to the Sand Kingdom. But as Soaren flies through his journey, he meets a peculiar dragon as he passes the Sea Kingdom and some interesting dragons while he stays in the Rainforest. However, a strange occurrence happened at Jade Mountain. He and a few friends try to solve the mystery, gathering up all the clues while the SkyWing wonders if he should go back to his guardian. Soaren had hid his true identity as the 'lost' SkyWing, but he needs to eventually open up. With the NightWings in the Rainforest, more mind readers will be born and they'll find out who he is. But worst of all, he'll have to face something far more terrible than anyone could have imagined... Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters from the best book series in the world, they are the characters of the great and magnificent Tui T. Sutherland. The only characters I own are my OCs. P.S I give full credit to my awesome fanfiction writer friend for coming up with this fanfiction and credit to Book-dragon-Wof who helped with ideas.

Two dragons with pasts they would rather forget. One with intentions as evil as Darkstalker. When fate makes their pasts collide, Will love save them or make them fall apart? Wings of Fire is not owned by me only the plot of this story and my original characters. Thank you for reading! The cover was made by a friend of mine, you can find her Instagram @cre.eal. Started: May 29th, 2019 Completed: March 25th, 2020

The War of SandWing Succession-a bloody, terrible, endless thing that had sunk its talons into Pyrrhia's scales and refused to let go. Five years. Five long years it had been raging across every corner of the dragon world, from the frozen northern reaches of the Ice Kingdom to the steaming rainforests where RainWings had once dozed in perfect peace. More dragons had died in these five years than humans had managed to kill in a decade of their pathetic little skirmishes with arrows and catapults. Dragon blood-red and hot and precious-had soaked into sand and stone and snow until the very earth seemed to scream with the weight of it all. But what if there was a god who took pity on dragonkind? Not just any god. Not some minor spirit of the mountains or guardian of a forgotten river. No-the God. The one who had started it all, who had breathed the first spark of life into the void, who had hung every single star in its precise, glittering place in the night sky. The one who had formed planets with nothing but thought, who had shaped the very fabric of reality with intentions too vast for mortal minds to comprehend. What if that God looked down at the carnage below-at sisters tearing each other apart for a throne made of sun-bleached bones-and decided: Enough? What if the future arrived not on the wings of prophecy or war or ancient magic, but on the wings of the divine itself?