Draconic Humanoid Novels & Stories

Elder Michael said. “Of course Elder,” Megan said and stood up. I wasn’t permitted to go with her so I waited with Felix while Megan left with all three Elders into an adjoining room and I could feel the moment Kaida separated from Megan. She was a beautiful dragoness, silvery white in colour and about half the size of Abeloth, which made her a tad smaller than a violet dragon.

Then suddenly, a blast of horn cut through the crowd, instantly silencing the noise. "All rise for His Supreme Majesty, King Xerxes and Her Majesty, Queen Valera!" Everyone immediately rose to their feet and bowed. I looked up, trying to catch a glimpse of the man who had sired the Commander. He looked nothing like Draven. They shared no resemblance whatsoever. King Xerxes was undeniably a good looking man, possessing the sharp bone structure common among high ranking dragons. Despite being centuries old, he still looked impossibly young like he was barely fifty.

“And let’s not forget Damien Drakaris, the dragon. With his golden eyes and a sharp smile, it’s like he’s always plotting how to set the world ablaze. His family’s bloodline is draconic royalty.” Lyra’s lips curled mischievously as she concluded, “And last but certainly not least, Lucien Virelith, the incubus. Darkly charming and playfully dangerous, he’s the one who leaned in close to you just now. He has a talent for getting under your skin, both literally and figuratively.” Seraphine blinked, her gaze darting between them in disbelief, as if they had just performed a scene from some twisted dark fantasy film. “You’re joking, right?”

With one sweep of his hand, he tore a hunter’s spear in half, the wood splintering as if it were kindling. His voice boomed, resonant and terrible. “I warned you, the gods are watching and now their servants test our strength.” Axel snarled, “Save your riddles, Draikos! Fight!” And fight he did. Malrik moved with inhuman grace, striking with bare hands that broke metal as though it were glass. When a hunter drove a silver spear toward him, his skin glowed faintly as his scales shimmered across his forearm before fading again. Raven’s breath caught as she got a glimpse of what he truly was. Not just a man, or a wolf but a dragon.

"Despicable Earthman, I was accidentally attacked by you just now. Don't be too arrogant. You are not qualified to humiliate our Draconian race." Chu Xun laughed. The other party was so interesting and shameless. "It seems that you have chosen the second. Are you ready? I'm going to kill you." One eye of the elder from the Draconian race became vigilant. His entire body tensed up, and the bones in his face cracked. He was recovering, and his Internal Breath was surging. "I'll take action. Get ready." Chu Xun reminded them. Then he rushed toward them at a not high speed.

A little birdwatching, a touch of magic, and the path to Northfall would be clear. "Nero," I called out, my voice carrying across the wind, my gaze lifted towards the majestic crimson dragon soaring high above. In his current draconic form, he was a magnificent sight to behold, scales shimmering like rubies, wings spanning a vast expanse. Lately, he'd seemed rather fond of this majestic shape, neglecting his humanoid form almost entirely.

I sat down on the chair facing the sofa and I let my eyes return to normal. “The moment the King lays eyes on Abigail he’ll want her to bond with Prince Nicu. The strongest dragon in existence is the gray dragon. The silver white dragon is next in line, then comes the violet dragon and so on. Royal Dragons have always been what is known as Russian Violet, the darkest shade. We all know the darker the shade the stronger the dragon.” “A woman born of a man with a strong dragon is desirable but the bond has always been respected.” If we were normal people Sorin would’ve been right, but we weren’t.

To reach them, that winged bastard would have to gnaw through every inch of my skeleton and drink the last drop of my marrow. From the magma crater’s depths rose a colossal figure. The Great Cosmic Dragon Emperor appeared neither as a lurching cave beast nor a common winged reptile. He had taken his humanoid combat form: a mass three‑and‑a‑half meters tall, clad in overlapping plates of igneous gold as thick as siege shields. Two monumental star‑obsidian horns sprouted from his temples, curving upward like burning scimitars, while behind him unfurled membranous draconic wings tipped with black diamond spurs, defying the gale.

The Alphas held their breath he could kill her so easily but the little human showed no fear instead she walked right up to him and placed her hand against his cheek, Hello Draco, it is lovely to meet you and see you are real and not another ‘made-up monster. As if that wasn’t enough she leaned forward and kissed the cheek she was patting in a flash Draco changed into his human form, the stunning handsome King of the Dragons stood before her in all his glory his blue/black hair curling past his shoulders and his deep sapphire blue eyes regarding her hungrily. ‘You are brave little human, I will give you that.’

She looked back at me with those dark eyes that had never once in nineteen years pretended not to see something they were seeing. "Mate bonds," I said carefully, "in dragon culture they are not chosen. They are recognized. The dragon part of a person identifies their counterpart and it is" I paused. "It is not a feeling exactly. It is more like a fact. Something that simply is, regardless of whether either person is ready for it or wants it." Lyra was quiet. "And Drex," she said. "His dragon has recognized" "Yes," I said. She looked at the window. "He is two hundred and thirty years old," she said.