Dragon Shift Novels & Stories

"I didn't know it was mana I was seeing. What about when changing forms? My Dad told me that we use a unique type of energy to do it that isn't mana." "He's correct. The energy we dragons use to change into our true form is a primal energy that comes from every fibre of our body. The reason you're able to see it with your eyes is that the energy itself is inherently very similar to mana." "I didn't know that, and I thought everyone could see it?" "No, only dragons with the same eyes as you or pink eyes can see it. This is because each eye colour in the dragon race gives different abilities." Tasha and I were both amazed by what he was telling us. Neither of us had learned anything about this

No one could explain the reason why I couldn’t age like the rest of the elementals. The stories my grandfather told me as a child were filled with warnings about dragon-shifters. According to him, if a dragon-shifter did not unite with their true mate, they would become a dragon permanently, losing their humanity and moral compass. This transformation was irreversible, and they would no longer distinguish between right from wrong. None of my grandfather’s tales mirrored my current situation exactly. I wasn’t a dragon-shifter, but I was desperate to avoid succumbing to the darkness within me. I was willing to do anything to prevent the fate—even if it meant seeking out a mate.

The Hall of Sacrul rumbled with the low growl of dragons. Fourteen great beasts sat in their true forms around a dais made of deepstar stone, a mineral said to have fallen from the bones of dying stars. Each dragon revealed its true form in silent contest, the weight of their might pressing against the air. Heat shimmered between them, an invisible storm of pride and restrained carnage.

"The High Moon Court kept archives of the old world. The histories are explicitly clear: there were three primal beasts born of the initial lunar fracture. Only three." She paused, her cold blue eyes scanning the gathered family. "The Sun Dragon, whose scales could blind an army. The Storm Dragon, who carried the western monsoons on its wings. And the Shadow Dragon." Seraphina frowned, her hands still faintly shimmering with residual golden light. "The one Nyx rode today?" Selena nodded, her jaw tightening. "The Nidhöggr. The Shadow Dragon. Historically, it was recorded as the most violent, the most fiercely intelligent, and utterly impossible to tame by any magical or physical constraint."

Tristan said, "we dance. And tomorrow, we steal the secrets of a god." Saoirse touched the cool metal of the dragon charm. The Viper had marked her. But as she looked at him, she realized something dangerous. She didn't want to take it off. End of Chapter 6

She just looked at him, but did not reply. Walking over to the nearest chair, she sat down and a sudden humming enveloped her. She shifted into her snake form but was not attacking anyone. I knew she was meditating and divining, looking through space and time and secret veils to get her answers. Humming became louder, and a red sparkly mist started falling on her. She gasped but allowed it to continue. I watched her in awe – she had incredible control. Her eyes were closed, and she looked as if she were sleeping, her body moving gently the only sign she was awake. When she opened her eyes again, they were blood red. “The Tribrid is bound to the Spieta line, by blood and oath. Those who you m

If any future remained for dragons or raiders, it could only be bought with blood and sacrifice. My hands curled into helpless fists at my sides. Natalia's insistent voice roused me from despair's brink. "There is yet hope, child. If you and your dragon complete the bonding ritual, none shall stand against your united power." I studied the wise woman's careworn face. A bonding? The ultimate sacrament between true dragon and their keepers, forever linking two souls as one? Unease stirred my fractured heart. Scar and I had forged no such sacred vows in brighter days. Could enough love remain untainted between us now to attempt this union in crisis? The prospect terrified me.

As he moves, I see his shape morph and he shifts into a blue dragon only a few inches smaller than Lilliana’s black and green form, his blue scales matching the shade of his eyes. I stand there amazed at what I am seeing, I never even considered that Drake was a dragon too, and now I see it with my own eyes I can understand why they are a better match than she and I would ever have been. “By the Gods!” The people around me exclaim as Drake unleashes his rage against my brothers’ men for harming his wife and I see the men panic and try to escape, but it’s too late for them.

I’m still completely lost in the sauce. “Lost in the sauce?” Cece echoed, confused. Just a silly saying, I chuckled. Oh, and actually, there are three differences between shifters and dragons. “What’s the third?” she asked confused. Dragons can fly, I said, stretching my wings to their full span—about twenty feet, matching my height. They were a blend of scales and dense feathers, deep black with a shimmering crimson glow when the light caught them. I’d expected bright red to match my hair, but this dark cherry shade was even better.

she asked, not wanting to believe it was possible, but she didn’t see any alternative either, what with the dragon being gone and having not taken off from the mountain behind him. “That’s exactly what I’m telling you,” he said, folding his arms across his muscular chest again. “I’m Slate Everclaw. I come from a long line of shifter dragons. We used to occupy the land where your kingdom and the other eleven are now located, before we were robbed of our most precious treasure, one that allowed my people to withstand the human threats that were slowly encroaching on our lands. Without the gem, my kind cannot transform without the moon in the sky. So… we were forced to take to the mountains. We