Draconic Humanoid Novels & Stories

Luna’s expression seemed to change to panic—seeing the man’s figure approaching her. Luna swallowed hard. The man’s muscular body made all the organs inside Luna’s body seem to writhe. Traces of water still dripped from the man’s muscular body—making Luna not blink even once. Draco was like a carving of a perfect and stunning Greek God statue. Not having any flaws at all. Muscular arms. Six-pack abs. Strong jawline. Broad chest. And the tattoos on his body that perfected his appearance. Luna saw the beauty of a creature that God created so perfectly. It would be hypocritical if the girl didn’t admit to admiring Draco Riordan’s physique. It’s just that, behind the perfect physique of the man—

“What? When, brother?” Ghaeron forced himself to share the tale of his great shame, one that he had shared with no one since the early days of life on Edon. “Shortly after Mother and Father had brought forth the first life here on Edon, I became fascinated with the complex weaving of mystical forces that had been utilized to do so. Such variety of living creatures had come into being! Humans, Elves, Dwarves, Minotaurs, and a host of lesser known beings, all benign and given great potential for growth. Growth is one of the constants of the universe, as you know. It is ingrained into the essence of Dragons.”

He’s absolutely massive, easily nine feet tall, with skin that’s deep midnight blue covered in bioluminescent patterns that pulse with soft white light. The build is humanoid enough to be familiar but clearly alien. Broader shoulders, longer limbs, facial structure that’s both recognizable and distinctly other. “How does the physical compatibility actually work?” I ask. “Because that size difference seems like a problem.” “Dravon biology is surprisingly compatible with human females despite the size disparity. They possess dual cardiovascular systems which allows for extended physical performance without fatigue. Their reproductive anatomy is proportionally larger than human males but the me

“Hello you disgusting bitch I’ve got you now.” My eye brows go straight up. This isn’t a human hunter, this man is Fae. Short silver hair with spider web tattoos cover his arms. “You don’t look like any human witch hunter I’ve ever met.” I state the obvious as I inch closer to the edge of the cliff. Water waits to greet me. His smile is unsettling. “No, I’m not a human, my species is far better than yours or humans. I’m Draco and I’d like to make you an offer you shouldn’t refuse. Join me Witch of the woods and I’ll make your every desire come true.”

“The township of Scolven is governed by a drakken, he is one the last few that still remain. Being pretty much dead centre in between the borders of the southern imperial side and the northern region ruled by the godking, he has kept his township neutral, not siding with either ruler. He has surprisingly been able to keep his town in one piece, not war-ravaged or sacked by either side and after one hundred years of constant war, the General of the imperials and the godking have built enough respect for him to allow his rule to override their own while their soldiers are inside of his area of control, which is denoted by a set of bright red crystals that unless one is blind to all cannot miss

But I liked the homo part though. Draco, this is the most well-known kind of vampires. They are extremely human in appearance apart from their retractable canine teeth in their upper jaws which are hardly noticeable. They have medium tolerance to sunlight. They often gain the blood through willing donors who worship them. Some of them take pleasure in feeding by force. This one got my attention. Could our parents be the Draco type of vampires?

’ a low dangerous animalistic growl vibrated from Draco’s Dragon chest as he opened his large mouth and displayed his sword like sharp teeth’s, his killing intention was very much clear to everyone seeing which female ghoul quickly extended her hand to her blood born corpses and asked them to attack on Draco’s Dragon. Upon receiving Blood ghost command, couple of dozens of blood born corpses started running in direction of Draco’s Dragon, seeing which Draco instantly used his sharp black scaled tail and skillfully brought Jasmine to other side where injured Beth and unconscious Mr. Hanzo were, Jasmine quickly squatted near Beth, in meantime Draco opened his mouth wide and allowed a long wave

Cyran moved me to stand behind him, just as he once had the first time we met, and a group of Dragons had been after me. A few yards away the man that had tried to grab me, was struggling to get on his feet. When he looked up, I didn’t know who he was or why he had tried to take me. I wasn’t given a chance to think about it any longer, because Cyran rushed toward him again, as if he were going to kill him. “He is human!” I yelled, hoping that I was fast enough. Cyran came to an abrupt stop just a foot away from the man. If I knew anything about Dragons, they were forbidden from killing humans. Even as King, Cyran wouldn’t be able to kill him without suffering massive consequences.

The crystals in turn, were the inexhaustible source of energy and fed the sea, which has a cyan blue colour, which sends energy and are energy forces capable of creating explosions, which would lead to a chemical force, as much as their noses between fissures that were with smooth bodies and the top of their head facing backwards with a curved fin. Their leader is a tall man who comes from a blue race similar to lizards with fish scales, in which they are humanoid, tall, and long and smooth, such as a mixture with smooth skin like a dolphin, they are prone to wear other races. who lost to them, in their conquests in their experiments? His slaves, who were humanoids transformed into humanoid

He sloped his head a little bit closer to Deborah, her reflections could be seen on Dracsora’s elevating yellow-colored scales on his massive face, to be really sure if her eyes were telling the truth. Then it was a Humane who came to us acting as a regressor, and here’s an Inhumane, a worshipper of Dragons claiming what will be the key to… end all and spruce some... strangely I detect the truth in her. The question is… why was something that paramount of a thing doing in the hands of an Inhumane after it was lost during the great war. Dracsora sighed with a shut of his eyes. It was a good thing he blocked off everything that was going on in his territory with an unseen mythical aura, away f