Books About Dragon Shifters Novels & Stories

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."

When people used to think of shifters they would assume it was a human-wolf hybrid that could change with the full moon. But the humans were very wrong. Shifters are always born human and between their fifteenth and sixteenth birthday, their body would change and transform into their true race. While there are werewolves, shifters could also be many other things. Vampires, werewolves, and witches were by far the most common, while sirens, fairies, and the dreaded angels of the night were more uncommon among the shifting race. The most rare was called the arch angels.

“He’s still not spoken, and he won’t take his eyes off Peter.” Benedict said to Ebony. “I’m worried about him. I think he’s taken things a lot harder than I thought he would.” Ebony watched Benedict’s head direct her to Peter on the stretcher in the back of the truck. One of her mother’s staff members watched his vitals as they moved. Benedict didn’t take his eyes off her and Peter. “That’s crazy. Are we talking about a shifter created around the time of the dragon shifters?” “Dragon shifters were the first. They think they came soon after them. They don’t have the magic like dragons either, so they ascribe to the Fae and learned their mistake with the Dragons.”

Hundreds of shifters collided in battle. We were fighting for our friends and the kingdom. They were fighting for total tyranny. Delta Marcus shifted, his brilliant black wolf dodging and tearing through anything that attempted to block us from our goal. I could see where Lamia got her beautiful coat and large wolf from, even if she was twice his size, he was still a magnificent sight to behold. He fought with grace, each move calculated but executed with ease and efficiency.

Just not for these two bozos’. I look back at Brianna and Ben and he was grinning. “You don’t scare me.” He says and this time he removes the gage on Bri and slams his lips upon hers. My dragon let out a roar and Ben turns to stare at me in horror at the sound. This is it. I let my dragon take over as I begin to shift. I throw the other man away and he hits a wall on the other side. Watching Ben as I shift the look of terror on his face as he begins to slowly back away from Brianna.

She was going behind enemy linesor rather, into dragon territoryto seduce a seriously dangerous dragon shifter. How the hell did I get here? It wasn't the first time she'd asked herself that question. Before tonight, the idea of chasing down a man who could shift into a dragon was ludicrous. Not because she didn't think they were real; she'd grown up her entire life knowing the truth about things that went bump in the night. Vampires, dragons, werewolves, shiftersall of it. Until now, she'd been kept safe by her overprotective older brothers, but she was done with that. She wanted to do something meaningful with her life, and tonight that meant quite literally walking into the dragon's den.

It wasn’t Lennie’s dragon, but Lennie’s soul. She shivered as she suddenly remembered this dark fairy tale about Chinese dragons. In ancient times, before there were any shifter kingdoms. Dragons were hunted by other shifters who were teamed up with dark warlocks. It was said the soul of dragons was the ingredient to an invulnerable body. Dark warlocks can help other shifters to wear it as invincible armor. Lennie was forging the white wolf’s body with her soul. She wasn’t going to unseal it or kill it. She was going to empower it.

They were all easier to find with Lily around. He watched at the ceiling. Never had he experienced more firmly in the sapian world. The possibility of going feral had vanished for good. In the end, he’d managed to tell Lily most things he’d been holding back. He explained about shifters and mates, and how easily shifting came to them. He’d also told her about different shifter species: wolves like him, grizzlys like Tim, lions like Jeremy, and dragons like Harry. Lily had gone pale at the mention of dragons, but she hadn’t run screaming. She had just taken a deep breath, agreed, and quietly processed that information.

The title was simple. The Shadow Races. She sank into one of the leather chairs by the window and began to read. Vampires. Werewolves. Shifters. The pages laid them all out with a stark clarity that erased any doubt, these weren’t mere stories whispered in shadows or legends spun to frighten children. The book presented them as integral threads woven into the fabric of the natural order. Detailed histories unfolded beneath her fingertips, chronicling centuries of conflict and fragile truces, ancient wars that reshaped territories, alliances forged in desperation, and betrayals that still echoed in the present day.

Should I let him? Not thinking, I throw open my door. “What am I to you?” In unison, they said, “Mate.” I abruptly slammed and locked my door before I pressed my forehead to it. Mate? How? Oh, fucking god! I pulled out all of the historical books in my room and some of my romance books too, because some truths are hidden in fiction, if you are willing to read between the lines. Did I miss something? Based on my understanding, dragons only have fated mates and mate for life like penguins. They can have a chosen mate but that bond is broken when they find a fated mate just like most shifters. Are The Trio not normal dragons?