Draconic Humanoid Novels & Stories

Witch. It was how my brain processed new information and stored it when I assessed someone new for the first time. I could accurately guess height and weight and everything I learned about the person would be stored there. Malachi was looking oddly at me. Malachi Sinclair. Six foot four inches. Two hundred and seventy pounds. Dark brown hair. Gray eyes. Wolf. I turned my head when a chair scraped along the floor. Kiran Sinclair. Six foot four and a half inches. Two hundred and eighty pounds. Black hair. Blue eyes. Married to Adara Sinclair. Wolf and witch. Alpha. He was half an inch taller than Malachi but his aura seemed stronger.

When Vic took a quick inspection of the cave, the point where he was, was wonderfully decorated by some materials that Vic couldn't recognize and he never think he had seen such things before. The humanoid dragon saw Vic glancing at the decorations of the cave, and she cleared her throat to draw his attention "Are you listening to me? Or you are still looking at those?" she asked. "Errm, sorry Ma'am Dragon." He said casually. "I am not Ma'am Dragon, I am humanoid dragon 6. You can call me that! "Humanoid Dragon 6?" "There are six humanoid Dragon to be in existence. I am the number sixth and last dragon left!"

Trixie looked at Dradon as he took a step back. “Oh yes, I am real. I’m not just a story told in the bible as one of the creators first creations or a folklore to you half breeds.” The monster said as he stepped out of the darkness. He was almost the size of Dradon’s dragon form, he looked like a dragon too, but had two long horns that curled backwards, his teeth were sharp, and long like a human arm. “Ooohhh, shit we about to die ain’t it?” Trixie whispered to Dradon, as she looked at the monster that wanted her. “Yea, we might be.” Dradon whispered as they both took steps back.

A strong wind flies over my head, drawing my attention to the sky. Well, I’ll be damned. It’s a draconoid—a creature that’s about half human and half dragon. The demon is a menace to hunters who are not adept at fighting in midair. It’s a pain in the butt to deal with, but with my stolen abilities, it shouldn’t be much of a challenge for me to kill it. Sadly, I still need to bring it to the casino before taking it back to hell.

UNKNOWN FIGURE : Oh my, forgive my manners… I completely forgot to introduce myself A dark figure drops down not too far from where Elijah stood, when the figure arose Elijah could finally make out its physical appearance; the figure was quite humanoid with a few alterations like having a horn protruding from the middle of his forehead, also there were horns protruding out of his elbows with his skin having tiny bumps throughout, his irises where red, his nails seemed like those of a wild beast with a wicked smile on his face… UNKNOWN FIGURE : My name is Draco, I am a member of the NAMED ELIJAH : Draco??... I don’t think I know you and what the hell is the Named?? DRACO : Oh you do know me,

What emerged was no longer humanoid in any sense - a hulking mass of iridescent, draconic scales segmented by musculature of such preternatural density it appeared carved from stellar matter itself. Bone-spurs and crystalline extrusions jutted in blasphemous geometries along its flanks and the nest of articulated limbs sprouting from the central trunk, each one bristling with blades of chuto glass and crueler curvilinear thorns. Cresting the entire eldritch vision was a trio of elongated,snaking crania terminating in lamprey-esque maws yawning in replicated fetor a single pair of balefully shining emerald orbs dominated the centermost horror.

I didn’t notice I had been scratching the couch; my knees grew cold and weak. “It’s a creature—not anything normal you’d ever see. It’s enormous, its body like a human torso, but its face… baleful, like everything it touches is destroyed. Its fur is thick, bimestrial, with long claws, and its massive hands could tear a person apart.” Drake trembled, glancing around as if he were being watched. The reporter stayed silent, unsure what to say. Drake exhaled, relaxing his shoulders, but he didn’t stop hugging himself.

Perhaps she had woken up in a dream, Minerva thought and looked at the creature that was standing near a huge rock. The creature was a dragon and Minerva was certain of it but it was slightly different from what she had heard. People say dragons are black and ugly but the one before her was nothing ugly. So blue and beautiful. " You're awake," someone said and Minerva immediately recognized the voice. Composing herself, she stood up to look across from where she was standing to see him. He was standing there, like a Greek god Minerva had heard about because of their handsomeness. Minerva couldn't imagine such a beautiful man exists while she was hoping to befriend Noah, the most handsome boy

As I shifted back to my human form his eyes grew big and the gun in his hand begins to shake. “What the hell are you?” He said in a shaky voice. “Your worst nightmare.” I begin to walk down the steps of the helipad towards him and brought only my scales out to protect me from any bullets in case he decides to shoot. “You’re not human. No humans can turn into monsters.” He said the gun was still trembling in his hand. “Dragon. And you are right,” I said with a smirk, “I am not human. And you tried to kill my mate. Now I will avenge her by taking your life.”

Although I'm sure it wouldn't surprise the family a bit seeing as how the Draven's are a family of vampires, but I would still like to keep who I am, or what I am (whatever that may be) to myself. I go back inside and walk into my private bathroom as everything starts to weigh on my mind. I'm human..I think..but I'm immortal. I can see and communicate with souls. I have visions of a past that I can't remember. I dream about this past often, if one can call it a dream because it feels so real down to every last detail. I see the same face of a man at least once in each vision though I have no clue who he is or what we have in common. I heal faster than a normal person. A wound takes hours to