Wassup! I haven't been on Wattpadd in a while and its time for a new story. This one will be a fan Wings Of Fire story.
[] Her eyes watched the clock, talons clenched. Soon they'd be coming, soon they'd we watching. The chains around her neck stung and rubbed, shackles on her wrists making them numb. The scarred and broken hybrid watched another racer get dragged onto the racetrack. A thin, boney Skywing. This was her life. Her and other abused and beaten Skywings or Skywing hybrids. Raced and whipped, worked until death. []
<>Nebula, a Sky and Nightwing hybrid, is one of many racers at the SwiftWind racetrack. Winning these races is worth a living- you would never have to work again- for the rider, at least. If a drafon survives past the last race, they are then sold for stackson stacks of money and repeat the process. But most aren't this unlucky and get to die before.
When Nebula meets Jamie, a small child, her life changes. A rising danger is storming near, and the hybrid must either watch Jamie and herself cripple, or free the dragons to start a new life for all- after they battle with death itself. Will Nebula succeed or suffer the dark wrath? <>