Dragon Shift Novels & Stories

Sarah said when Elaina came out of the room and was rushing out the door. Elaina smiled, grateful for the old woman's help. “I am in haste right now, but how about we have that tea when I return?” Sarah smiled and replied, “I’ll await your return then” *** “So you are saying that the first shift for a dragon is painful enough to kill them? Why is everything related to pain over there?” Elaina asked curiously with a playful tone. She was lying comfortably on the bed while Drake was busy fixing up his herbal mixture. Drake chuckled and replied, “Well, it is considered a trial by the gods to raise the perfect dragon warriors. If you can't overcome your first shift then you won't survive long in

Of course, he would be safe, beside him. “What are you…” “Remember, you are a dragon heart. Yisuf will take good care of you.” Riyin didn’t understand. Who was Yisuf? The witch had also called him a dragon but he had no idea what she had been babbling about and now, his father was using the word too. “I love you, son.” The witch was bashing herself against the runes and one of the symbols fell to the ground and disappeared in a puff of smoke. His father shut his eyes and started to chant. A bright light formed from one of the bookshelves and it widened. The witch screeched, “He is mine!”

She sighs heavily, “hell, we don’t even know all that did happen yet.” I give her a weak smile, “I know, something big must have happened for my mother to shift.” She looks at me, “the roar,” her eyes widen, “that wasn’t a wolf Christov.” It’s not a question but a statement. I bite my bottom lip shaking my head, “no, she’s a dragon, a golden dragon, she’s rare and will only shift when it’s dire.” Her eyes go wide, “dire?” She pushes off me, “Christov, what would be dire for her to shift in front of so many people?”

My fist clenched so hard that frost spread across the desk. He exhaled loudly. “You know how powerful he is, Draven. If you suppress Karl for long, he'll force control…it will be catastrophic.” I knew that already, better than anyone. Karl is not like other dragons. He is stronger, more violent and far less stable which was exactly why women died around me. I finally turned to Ariel “That...is exactly why I will stay away from her.” His brows pulled together. “You think distance will solve this?” “Yes.”

Apart from the modern human world , the earth , another parallel world existed , a whole world on its own that was connected to earth through a secret portal . The other world , was filled with dragos , magicians , witches , mystical creatures and demons . A world that humans think it only exists in fairytales for children............but no ! It was real and this magical world was ruled by king Damien PenDraco , a pure dragon . The PenDraco famiy's dragons were the strongest among the other dragons . Dragons in this world were a bit different from normal dragons . They had the form similar to human . They could transform into dragons too but most of the time they remained in a human form bo

Mykael asks. She nods. “Yes, I’ve actually seen it happen. Basically, whoever is the leader of the dragons will carry the injured one and drop them into Mors, their most violent volcano. The fire will heal them and force them to shift. If it is successful, then the dragon will fly out in the red flame they call the Phoenix. Unfortunately, there are awful side effects,” she trails off. “What side effects?” I ask. She looks at me with pain in her eyes. “They come back, but they come back feral.”

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.

It was pointless to do so, particularly since she was never coming back. They flapped higher, turning southward toward the Haedral Valley and the Hall. They soared through scattered clouds for some time without incident. Ghaeron remained silent in his sulky contemplation. Nayara was looking ahead, noting that a line of clouds had built up over the distant valley. It didn’t matter. Without the interference of whatever Dark Magic spell was being used in the Ramash Mountains, the Dragons’ sense of direction was impeccable, and locations of places like the Hall almost instinctively found.

The heat between their bodies grew, blocking out the cold of the blizzard. “You’re...so...soft.” He panted as he put an arm under her bum to hold her up so he could place his hand against the wall for balance. His dragon instincts had kicked in causing his nails to grow into claws and he worked to keep her distracted so she wouldn’t notice. Nothing would kill her libido like finding out that the man she was trying to fuck was actually the Dragon King, the beast she wanted to kill. He didn’t want to ruin the moment. It wasn’t uncommon for Dragonkin to slip up and partially shift while making love. Most of the time it was just the shifting of their nails into claws, a natural reaction to asser

The hand collided with the light. And stopped. The world shook. Mountains cracked. The sea roared. But the hand did not move another inch. The Sleepless One screamed. The phoenix spread its magnificent wings. Silver-violet symbols appeared around the fracture. The dragon roared. Golden chains burst from the light. They wrapped around the enormous hand. The hand trembled. Then it began moving backward. “No way…” Kael whispered. The dead Dragon Kings looked horrified. The living dragons erupted into roars. The fracture shrank.