Books About Dragon Shifters Novels & Stories

Gradually, I managed to pry free the full nightmare that my husband had endured since he had gotten here—Mila pretending to be remorseful and apologetic, plying him with drinks, a sudden and unexpected hug… “The next thing I knew,” he muttered, “I was waking up in the hotel room with these things around my wrists.” He held up one of his wrists, the silver rope glimmering in the dim light. “And then she opened a portal and brought me here. Turns out, she’s a goddamn Dragon shifter. The last of her kind.” Luke drew in a sharp inhale. “That explains everything,” he whispered. “Dragon shifters are one of the most ancient species of shifters. They possess elder magic that was thought to have been

I nodded, as that was information we had found in the books from our library. Agatha continued, "It is said that if a Dragon Shifter mates with a non-shifter, their children are never true Dragons. However, the Dragon will breed true if it is their fated mate. Those who survived the slaughter went into hiding. Their Alpha King refused to allow them to leave the safety of their weir, so they were prevented from intermingling with other shifters to protect their lineage." "Do you know where we could find more information about our ancestors?" I asked eagerly.

The dragons swiftly overwhelmed me while I struggled to understand how Colt’s smell had deceived me so badly. A dragon lunged at me, grabbing my leg. I yelped and wrenched away, but the dragon had too tight of a hold on me; my paws scrabbled helplessly at the dirt while teeth sunk into my flesh. Then came another dragon, its jaws wrapped around my lower back. Fear exploded in my mind. It could take a chunk out of me, paralyze me, or even kill me if it wanted to. It took longer than it should have for me to realize how badly I was screwed over, but as the dragons all crashed down on me, the threat of death suddenly became very real. I snarled and squirmed, flinging my teeth at anything that g

Listening to this old woman wasn't going to get her killed, right? "Alright then!" Lady Marie tapped her hand behind Iris' back and got comfortable. So did Sussane from beside Iris as Lady Marie started, "Once upon a time before you were born. This is of an era from when even fossils don't remain. This planet was inhabited by many more free creatures than you see today. Humans were a mere fraction of the community then. It was a time when shape-shifters constituted the major roles on Earth. Wolf-shifters whom you know as werewolves, but there also used to be more. Fox-shifters, Bear-shifters, even Gorilla and shark-shifters. But the most dominant of all were the noble Dragon-shifters." Iris'

“Don’t ever call them fairies. That word is a lie. They are not cute. They are not kind. They are old as time, twisted by beauty and cruelty. They trade in riddles and pain. Step into their realm, and time will forget you. You will come back hollow, if you come back at all.” Images of glowing forests, dancing figures with inhuman smiles, laughter that made my skin crawl. I couldn’t speak. My throat was dry. “Dragons,” Bibi Kamwe said softly. “Few remain. But the ones who do… they sleep inside volcanoes and old ruins. They remember the shape of the earth when it was young. And they remember what was taken from them.” I saw wings that blacked out the sun, fire that rolled like oceans. “And the

Selwyn and landed a huge jagged cut down his side knocking him over into the path of the tiger. I knew I had to act fast and I knew I had to use a lot of dragon power to kill all the cats quick so I could heal my mate. He was fighting still but from the loss of blood I could tell he was getting tired fast. His energy was slowing leaving him and I felt that to my core. I wasn’t about to let anyone or anything hurt what was mine and Selwyn was mine. Instead of running to Selwyn I ran into the center of the fighting and focused all my power on the cats in the clearing. Making absolute sure the wolves wouldn’t get hurt I released massive amounts of electricity from my body making the air crackl

She fumbled through the book. "Shifters and magic users once stayed together but when shifters started feeling insecure of our magic ,wars began between the two kinds . We decided to separate our realms and two council were formed,one for magic users and one for shifters .Shifters are not allowed on our land without any reason only dragon and phonix shifters who are very rare can go back and forth between the two realms because they have fire magic ". Dragon shifters are rare but phonix shifters are found one in a million. I had never seen one before but didn't know I was going to see one very soon.

He’s … a dragon? No! No! No way! I laughed to myself and shook my head. Then I was doing a new search. “Dragon shifters.” Then I was inundated with hundreds of pictures of a massive lizard creature, big as a small house. Stories tall though. My god. How did I not know about dragon shifters existing?? “The Sky Light,” I mumbled to myself. It's nearly like a jungle, a large forest where every kind of shifter can roam free. Is this where Jack and Finch are from?

Younglings, who have not yet gained their dragon, are sometimes killed when a stronger dragon takes a breeder from another. The world of shifters is dangerous and bloody. Dragons are the worst. They care only for themselves and what they can get. I have been warned about these dangerous beasts my entire life. Hidden from them. Knowing that if they were aware that I existed, they would take my life in a heartbeat. Yet, this is not at all what I have seen. It is not what I have experienced with these two beasts. They comfort me, care for me, nourish me. Even the men that they are bound to tend to me.

Heat twisted low again, fingers itching to trace dragon tattoo, shatter glass cages together. Sleep evaded, penthouse glass reflecting endless night. Eiko's nod gateway, pinning display foreplay. Game layered darker, forbidden pulls magnetic. Chicago breached its signature warning, claim. I countered tomorrow, rivals crushed, his obsession my lever. Two predators, steps shadowed closer, collision inevitable. Ruin beckoned sweetly.