Dragon Shifter Book Novels & Stories

I laugh at my little Wizard of Oz reference. “Your missing dragon shifters, but yes, they all exist,” replied Cece. Wait, tiger and dragon shifters exist. That is so cool. I love tigers, and dragons are badass. Or at least in my mind, they are. So, in werewolf books I used to read, they are strong, fast, and have super healing powers. Can we do that?

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.

Seraphina smiled and nodded, it was strange for her to use his name but, he was insistent. “Achilles...May I ask you a question?” The Prince nodded to Seraphina. “What will happened when I awake my dragon?” The Princes face blanched. She had not awakened her dragon yet? Though, it did make sense, had she shifted, hers and her dragon’s personalities would be intertwined, her dragon would never have allowed her to be treated so horrifically. She definitely showed the strength and resilience of a dragon though, no Dhampir or even Vampire could have endured what she had and continued to allow themselves to live. “I would think” started the Prince “that you would shift almost immediately, your dr

I chuckled, "I hope not too." Aidinth asked, "What are you laughing at?" I chuckled, "Saige. She's trying to figure out how we are going to change. For werewolves, we just have to mark them on the new moon." Aidinth said, "It's kind of the same thing, except it is done in a sacred area. I've never actually seen it done, but dad said it's like a ceremony. Selene will guide us through it." I said, "Is Selene the dragon goddess too?" He replied, "She is for the shifters. For the actual dragons, that do not shift, that is Tiamat." I said, "I didn't even know there were any more actual dragons. I don't need to see one though. I think being the shifter kind is good for me." Aidinth laughed and sai

In fact, majority of the people had chosen to forget that there was a thirteenth noble house ruled by the Whitby's. All they knew about him was that he had become a religious fanatic who ran a gathering of people who believed in Dragons and the Vita Navitas. "Silver Falcon!" Rhaegal, the head of the bandits called out to him after watching him approach his tent for a while and he turned slowly. The Head of the bandits, Rhaeghal, shifted uncomfortably in his seat. he had heard about the Silver Falcon, but never met the man in person. All the business they did together was always conducted by a middleman of the sorts. He had believed it was so because Silver Falcon was probably too old to stan

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

I hadn't even finished a whole row yet. Some stuff is repeated but this book is by far my favorite. It's solely about bear shifters. Bear shifters are the most loyal type of shifter. They would lay down their lives for the ones they are to protect without a single thought. Thats terrifying. I don't want Dom to die because I might. Even though he would probably fight me on it.

Drake, equally determined, sought to fulfill the malevolent plans of his coven. Chassy, drawing upon her Alpha abilities, unleashed a powerful roar that momentarily stunned Drake. Seizing the opportunity, she lunged at him with a devastating series of blows, her claws in her partial shift slicing through the air. Drake, displaying his supernatural resilience, absorbed the attacks and retaliated with a burst of vampiric strength.

Flavius wades through the crowd of dragons until he comes upon a SpitFire much smaller than the rest. Her scales are a brilliant lilac compared to the deep violet of the other SpitFires. She slowly approaches Flavius sniffing his outstretched hand. Flavius uncurls his fingers, reaching for her head. In one swift movement, her jaws snap down on Flavius's hand. He lets out a yelp of surprise but does not try to pull his hand away. Blood drips from the mouth of the small SpitFire. She makes no move to rip Flavius's arm off, which is a good sign.

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!”