Dragon Shift Novels & Stories

Dragon shifters were naughty creatures with presumptuous behavior and were actually not aware of who they were standing in front of . Their self glorification covered their eyes and ears along with their capability to understand their situation. The population of lycanthropes and werewolves has risen during these past centuries but unfortunately the dragon shifters were slowly decreasing due to the fact that they ain't any female.. Most of them were having crossbreeding with other creatures but unfortunately that wasn't the solution either as they couldn't impregnate other females outside their race.. With the people Nicklaus br

The shifters here don't have the ability to escape to another realm if things go bad. As far as I know, dragons are the only shifters capable of jumping realms without suffering a consequence. From time to time we take human children across if their parents give them over to save their lives. These children are critically ill. Once they cross, they're free from their illness, but they lose their ability to speak. These children are raised by adults who once crossed over as children. They remain in the dragon realm and serve our needs. I have no idea how many of these servants I have. They quietly go about their day and mostly stay out of my way. I give little thought to who prepares my meals

Cade and Angelina changed a look as Adrian walked towards Elysian as Lorcan and others watched him with suspicion. "Huuuuurts!! Make it s-stooop!!" "I'm sorry, baby... I- I can't help you with that.." Adrian stood few feet away from Elysian, he can't be getting closer to her because she was shifting into a giant dragon. Everyone needed to stay away, leaving some space for the Dragon who wanted to shift. He watched his mate painfully, he felt the pain his mate was enduring that time. Of course, he wanted to help, he would take the pain away and suffer from it for his mate if he could, but sadly he couldn't, plus... It was for his mate's sake too. His beautiful mate will shift for the first ti

"So, dragons have been around for thousands of years, longer than any other creature. They got along with most, but their power made some very jealous―the witches especially. They were angry and afraid of the dragons and so an entire family of blood witches―basically committed suicide―and performed a massive spell that forced dragons to share and manifest their true form within the bodies of mortals. And so dragon shifters were created. "The first of those dragons still maintained their power and knowledge even though they were trapped inside a human body. So, when the shifter died, the dragon became one of the gods. But sometimes those spirits return to human

replied Drake, his voice dripped sympathy over the loss of such a fond friend, “Bah to the prophecy, I mean the ailments, Christ, you guys have it worse, at least Wolves can be treated if it’s caught in time, you guys just keel over,” “Sometimes, but sometimes we suffer through many attacks before our hearts finally give up, my grandfather had six over the course of three years, during which time he was unable to shift, all he wanted was to fly one last time,” Drake, not accustomed to speaking about his family had finally opened up about the painful agonizing death of one of the most famous Dragon-shifters, “Draco, that was his name?” Charlie asked, he already knew the answer, Draco was famo

Only then can you access the true potential of our bloodline. Teresa, hesitant but curious, attempted to grasp the concept. "So, you want me to become some sort of emotional conduit?" Drako nodded. "Exactly. The supernatural world responds to the energy you emit. If you can master these emotions, you'll become a formidable force." As the night wore on, Drako guided Teresa through various exercises, pushing her limits and testing the boundaries of her newfound abilities. Teresa, caught between her disdain for her father's methods and the undeniable allure of the power he promised, struggled to find her balance.

And for every one she might find if she looked hard enough, the shifter tribe had a dozen more. Please, she begged the gods, the spirits, even herself. The fate and destiny Ash insisted would meet her here, where were they? Please, let there be something I can do, she screamed into the windstorm swallowing up her mind. If she were truly the Druid of dragons as Ash had said, then surely there was something she could do, some stone she had left unturned. In desperation, she sank her consciousness into the desert once more and reached out, straining in vain for the wyrms as she had done in her vision back in Ash’s Oasis spring. They were but the cousins of dragons, the old woman had said, so if

Dragon said hoping she would give up and allow her human to take over. Rocha just screech in response and poised herself readying to attack. Shawna had called her missile launcher again pointing it at Rocha. Dradon knew he had to do something, so without thought, he charged at Rocha using his hind legs to grab her wings and pulled them back. Rocha screeched and let out her dragons flame and in the next instant Dradon struck her in the back of the neck. He bit down hard, sending his dragon flames into Rocha's neck, hoping that imprinting her would stop her, so he didn't have to kill his mate.

"Dragon bloodlines often remain dormant for generations, especially in those with mixed ancestry. Something has triggered yours, likely your proximity to the restoration energies we've been cultivating." "Dragons," Daniel repeated incredulously. "Actual, fire-breathing dragons." "Among other abilities," Sebastian confirmed with a small smile. "The fire is merely the most immediate manifestation. Dragon-shifters possess numerous gifts, heightened perception, elemental affinity, extended lifespan, and remarkable healing capabilities." Hope fluttered strongly within me, and I placed a hand over the movement, noticing how Daniel's eyes immediately tracked the gesture with unexpected intensity. "

I look over to see Mona and Nix pushing past Drake’s thugs who were now rushing away from the octagon and out of the club. “Mona, Nix, get Willow out of here!” They begin to struggle with an angry Willow. I turned back toward Drake. He had morphed into a creature that towered as tall as my dragon. He stood on two legs with hooves for feet. His legs bent in an unusual way that would remind you of a goat or something of the sort. His skin was black and leathery, almost looking like burnt flesh. His face and torso still remained, his hands had claws and his head held two huge horns that curled. His body had a red glowing aura. I wasn’t wrong, Drake has to be Cinder’s son. The son of the devil.