Draconic Humanoid Novels & Stories

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

When Drago growled in return, Madchen jumped, trying to free herself from Drago’s grip, but he wasn’t letting her go. Suddenly, a glowing mist surrounded the dragon, and he transformed in front of her, into a handsome naked man. He was as tall as Drago, with almost identical features, except his hair was golden blonde, falling in waves to his shoulders.. His naked body was ripped with muscles, and it was hard for Madchen to pry her eyes from This sexy, huge man who was, just a second ago, a dragon. Unabashedly, he stood there, smiling at her, like it was completely normal to be standing in nothing but his birthday suit.

I noticed from the corner of my eyes that the whole hall was now watching what I was. It yanked it's hand out of her chest and pretty blue dress, bringing out of it a red pumping organ. Her heart. She fell to the floor motionless and it squished her heart in its fist and dropped it to the floor beside her in a thump. It raised it's bloody hand and I could make out that it licked it's palm. "The Draekien..." Morpheus whispered beside me. I sucked in a breath as it moved and something dark fluttered in its wake. Are those.... wings?! I didn't have much time to ponder on it as the thing finally spoke.

Achilles waited patiently for her reply. As he waited for her to gather her thoughts, he took a moment to appreciate the beauty stood before him. He could tell that Seraphina’s dragon hadn't reached its full size yet but still, she stood tall at about 12ft tall, she was covered in pearlescent scales that looked smooth as glass and shone in hues of pink, purple and blue as the candle light flickered off of her body. A strange ethereal glow radiated from her body, Achilles couldn’t help but stare at his fated Princess in bewilderment, she was an angel, no, a goddess. As he looked up to her dragon’s face, he was shocked and joyous that he was looking into the same purple and blue eyes that he h

The men gasped at the sight, now realizing that Draco’s curse wasn’t just a rumor like everyone had thought. The scholar Draco had contacted concerning his other form had said he was a Wraithling, while another called him a beast because of how scary and huge he was. Unlike every other lycan, Draco’s was bigger and towering with wings as wide as a Dragon’s. He had scales on his face with long fangs and claws that could spell death for someone upon a single graze. Two horns jut out from his temple, curved with ridges. Draco’s beast was powerful, horrid, and fast. It had an uncontrollable hunger for blood.

I scream, batting at his hand. He backhands me. My head snaps to the side. I taste blood. "Don't touch her!" Drakon roars. It’s a sound I’ve never heard before. It’s not human. It’s the sound of tectonic plates shifting. Drakon isn't pulling against the chains anymore. He’s putting his entire body weight, every ounce of muscle and leverage, into a single, explosive jerk. He braces his feet against the wall. He screams. CRACK-PING.

'D-Drake. Someone called him again, but then he realized that Emily was calling him. His jaw clenched as he faced the hunters. "You're ungrateful, human! You dare to hurt that unwanted Luna—the stray?" he roared. The hunters moved backward as Drake suddenly shifted into a wild werewolf. His eyes turned red. "Unwanted, Luna? Stray?" The hunter scoffed as his men laughed soundly. "She's not unwanted. She's a Luna who will carry your heir, but before that, I will kill you first, and then, she'll follow you."

His voice dripped with disdain, fury igniting in his eyes. With a gesture, Drax summoned forth a colossal beast from the dark portal—a creature that towered over the battlefield, its body a mass of shadow and muscle, eyes glowing like molten fire. This new threat was a monolithic embodiment of dread, and as it emerged, the very earth trembled beneath its weight. Xienma’s heart raced, but she stood her ground, embracing the power flowing through her. “We’ll face it together!” she shouted to Cassie and Xavier, rallying her friends.

It spoke of having money, yet still being a simple design. “This one.” Izar said, as he held a book open on his crossed legs. His dark hair pushed behind his thin shoulders. He peered over at me with his luminous eyes as he took a sip of his wine. We’d spent too much time in our dragon form, our human bodies now paid that price. His eyes were glowing pools of pale moonlight reflecting off of snow. Where mine were like a fire, ready to burn everything down. To consume it. We could never pass for fully human, and most of the time that didn’t bother me. I wanted to be able to take Boston out, if I ever got the chance. Not to have eyes watching us in fear, just envy as they desired her.

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.