Best Dragon Shapeshifter Romance Novels Novels & Stories

The heat between their bodies grew, blocking out the cold of the blizzard. “You’re...so...soft.” He panted as he put an arm under her bum to hold her up so he could place his hand against the wall for balance. His dragon instincts had kicked in causing his nails to grow into claws and he worked to keep her distracted so she wouldn’t notice. Nothing would kill her libido like finding out that the man she was trying to fuck was actually the Dragon King, the beast she wanted to kill. He didn’t want to ruin the moment. It wasn’t uncommon for Dragonkin to slip up and partially shift while making love. Most of the time it was just the shifting of their nails into claws, a natural reaction to asser

Everleigh feels inexplicably compelled to reach out and touch them, she feels their powerful energy radiating through her fingers. With a gasping breath, her fingers continue to trace the dazzling and brightly glowing glyphs. The heat emanating from them feels so intense it should be unbearable, yet when she touches them, she is unharmed. She suspects that this is due to the protection granted by the powerful mate bond her father’s stories spoke of. She quickly realises that if fire and heat are unable to inflict harm on her, it can only mean one thing, she must be the destined mate of this dragon shifter. This is a revelation that fills her with amazement and excitement, as it opens up an i

“True love as in this wolf princess’s mate? What are we supposed to do, find him? The chances that he’s part of her own pack are high, aren’t they? He’d be cursed already. What are we going to do then? Carry him up to her tower and smash their faces together until they wake up?” “Could there–” I begin, then cut myself off. My dreams haunt me in startling detail these days, little details forgotten when I’d first awoken now lingering in full color. Her soft skin. Her golden hair. Her scent of roses–the same as in the princess’s rooms… and the vines. I blink, then hold Ashton’s gaze. “Is there a chance a wolf shifter could be mated to something like us?” “A wolf and a dragon?” “Yes.” “What are

she said, “though we consider it a gift. It pools in one among us—a blessed person we call ‘Draken,’ which in our tongue means ‘dragon.’ This gift can manifest in many ways—manipulating the elements, altering physical forms—” Caelia’s heart raced as she remembered a term she’d heard the previous night. “But I heard someone call Rhyzar ‘Draken’?” Her eyes widened, hope and disbelief mingling. “But dragons aren’t real, are they? And 'altering physical forms'—shapeshifting? Is he really capable of such a thing?”

The compulsion tugging me forward was otherworldly. Violent noises woke the forest, draconic hissing and the whimpering of a wolf in distress. A subtle white glow made silhouettes out of dark trees and bodies moving around each other. I opened my mouth and breathed in the metallic scent of blood, and worse: Jesper’s bitter notes of fear. Leaping out of the bushes and into the glade, I finally saw what was happening inside Dalesbloom: three dragons were harassing a unicorn, a mythical shifter I’d never seen before, and the runt had gotten in the middle of it. Even for the first time seeing her as a wolf, I knew it was her by the magnetism of our intended bond, a feeling so powerful it made me

Fresh tissue knitted over blackened flesh, sealing the damage almost as quickly as it had come. Amusing. The beast could shrug off salamander venom, but not fire. Then again, few ever had. His dragon fire was the True Fire after all. Jeric slumped, chest heaving. “I… heard a voice.” “A voice?” The shapeshifter chuckled raggedly, letting his head fall back against the wall. “Our kind wander the void... in our true forms, unrestrained,” he began, his glassy stare fixed on the ceiling, his words trailing like a delirious hymn. “We prey on each other every single time. We respawn every single time. And the cycle goes on and on—until it doesn’t anymore.”

"Better remembered than forgotten. Dragons never forget. And they always pay their debts—good or bad." Elena hopes the debt they owe her is good. Because she's just helped create the most economically powerful force in supernatural history. And she has no idea if she's made the integration stronger or signed its eventual death warrant.

If she asked a question he was going to answer it. "Dragons?" Her face wide with a smile, her eyes a light with joy. "What?" He felt like he had missed something. "Are dragons real?" "Oh, our game. Yes." "No way! Like real dragon dragons? Like Game of Thrones Dragons!?" "Um not like that, they are shifters. Like me. They are very rare though, but even if you were near one you would just see a human. A human who made your skin crawl and made you feel like prey, but still appears human."

He said in a commanding voice. "You want me to be a princess and set me up for a price. But dad, you don't get it." She paused. "I belong to the other side of the tale, I love Dragon!" She shouted at her father and turned around to walk away. Dozens of eyes gazed at them. Some murmured and chuckled at their talk. But a pair of eyes were fixed at Jade. With wide eyes, his gaze followed her as she walked past. Looking back through his shoulder, he gazed at her until she turned left to the other side of the road and disappeared from his sight.

Hopefully you'll enjoy the next generation of Guardians as much as you enjoyed the first trilogy. Also, if you haven't tried it, I have a book out called The Arena. It's the first in the Elemental Dragons series. It's very different from this world of the Guardians. That book is filled with shifters and, you guessed it, dragons. That series is intended to have four books, one for each dragon.