Silence. That's all he hears. He's not dead. Not asleep. Just existing. He doesn't know where or when he is, just that he's somewhere, when suddenly... "Silverwing, activate protocol zero." said a voice he didn't recognize, but he knew to obey. He opened his eyes. Awake again after who knows how long. Quick little teaser for you. This AU follows an OC of mine who I'll explain more about in the story if you took the time to read this. Warning, this story may give you a headache when you read the first bit about Silverwing, but I promise it'll make sense.

What if Starflight had powers? Raised under the mountains, the five fated dragonets of destiny grow impatient. With Starflight reaching for the limited moon light as a hatchling, the greatest Nightwing powers were gifted to the dragonet. But with the war thick and heavy, trouble enjoys company. Starflight and his friends face challenge after challenge, all to stay alive let alone end a war! With the threat of Morrowseer, the dragonets are left with little time to plan, they need to escape if they wish for Glory to stay alive. Starflights powers may do their best to keep him alive, for he can read the minds of his foes, hear their true colours and his foresight reveals all challenges. Only issue? Starflight hadn't a spec of trianing, not a wiff of knowledge on how to control the powers of the moons. For Starflight is the most powerful nightwing but if the moons control him before he learns to master them, what would be his fate? The whole of Pyrria are relying on the dragonets of destiny, they sing their hope and wait for the end of the war, will they be able to do it? Can Starflight lead his friends to victory? Or watch on the side lines as he watches his friends meet their brutal fates already foretold? (Current book cover is my art)

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...

Nacarat is a firescales SkyWing - cursed from hatching, cast out by his own tribe, and now living with an outcast RainWing family who barely survived raising him. Dragons have a terrible habit of getting on his nerves. And an even worse habit of getting burned for it. But when he's forced to attend Jade Mountain Academy, things begin to change - whether he likes it or not. He doesn't want friends. He doesn't want to be "fixed." He wants answers. And maybe - if the timing is right - revenge. _____________________________________________ Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction based on the Wings of Fire series by Tui T. Sutherland. I do not own the original world or characters, only my original characters and plotlines. _____________________________________________ Best ranking: #16 in dragon #1 in wingsoffire #1 in skywing #1 in rainwing #1 in wof #1 in peril #1 in firescales

The continuation of the Legends Novamaker series. Novaseer was an odd dragon. He had an air of knowing everything. Every detail, every thought, every moment. That's because he could. He didn't just have the powers of the NightWings, he had the most powerful version of them. Most headache inducing too. At least he had this strange Stone to help with it all.

It was strange, waking up in a world much different from your own, and as a dragon, no less. It didn't take long to learn the ways of this new world, but with war always on the horizon, ruthless parents, and a societal hierarchy that decided everything, it made goals hard to reach. However, with knowledge and memories of events of things that have yet to happen, and creations never seen before in this world, it might make reaching those goals a little easier. And while we're at it, why not play a little music. Part One: Cold Beginnings (The End is Where We Begin - Dream On) Part Two: Burning Ambition (This is War - ???) Part Three: ??? Wing of Fire belongs to Tui T. Sutherland and any and all OCs belong to me. I do not own any of the music.