Dragon Shifter Book Novels & Stories

“I hate every one of you. “I never want to see any of you again.” Then the light swallowed me. And I disappeared from the shifter world for good. --- Three years had passed since I returned to my own world. At first, I still woke from nightmares, trapped again in that other life. But work grew busier. Time moved on. Slowly, the memories faded. The shifters’ faces blurred until they no longer seemed real. Sometimes, I wondered whether it had all been nothing more than a nightmare.

Mina scowled at the shifter's cold tone but without fear held her head high and approached the gigantic man. Murdok’s presence loomed over Mina, and she swore his breath was hotter than actual flames. The enormous dragon tucked his wings into his back as far as possible and shrank to his knees, still holding Rori like she weighed nothing. Mina watched as he bought her small body out away from him and as the witch put her healing hands over Rori’s still trembling body, she peered out from the corner of her eye and watched the tension wash away from the almost feral dragon shifters face as Rori made small satisfied cooing sounds. Mina licked her lips as she caught Murdok’s intense gaze. She pu

he laughs mockingly. In a moment of uncontrollable anger, I faze into my dragon form. Before Sixten can do anything, I shove him to the ground, placing him under my talons. I rake one of my claws down his chest, splitting the tender flesh open, then I proceed to throw him across the room. "Leave, now!" I seethe. Slowly, Sixten stands, clutching his chest in pain. With no further comments, he shifts and flies away from my horde’s territory. Shifting back to human form, I collapse to the ground in tears.

The man who had cultivated them into a pack of hunting hounds that could rival even the wolves. The four loathe shadows danced through the throngs of terrified Shifters slicing, biting....hunting. For him. In the flames light Brandon saw one male Shifter take a hit as he tried to slash at the beasts before him, claws as black as the night racked across his chest and he fell out of view. Brandon saw him a moment later shaking, screaming laying on his side as he smeared blood and something black across his hands. He clutched at his chest.

Soon the dragon would take full control, but just as he and Sarmin had marked each other, it was Gaz’s and Rhy’s turn to mark both each other and the precious Omega. The Beta wrenched Lillah’s hands from his hair, pushing her torso into Rhy’s waiting arms while continuing to devour her most sensitive parts. The wolf-shifter bucked against him as Rhyland captured her mouth as well as tweaking her nipples. “Oh Goddess,” Lillah moaned into Rhy’s mouth, the dragon-shifter’s tongue tangling with hers. Rhy’s fingers slid along her spine, sending a shiver of bright tingles across her back. The world was reduced to only herself and her mates, everything else had faded into the distance. Her soul arc

While she wasn’t the largest dragon in existence, she certainly wasn’t the smallest. Fortunately, dragon shifters were purely magical beings. Thus, when they shifted, their clothes shifted with them, unlike wolf shifters who shredded any clothes they were wearing with every shift. She would have seriously hated having to replace her brand new brown chiffon knee length halter dress and four-inch heel lace-up sandals.

I also won't beg. I pick up one of the worn volumes and open it. In the beginning, there were two. In the beginning, one male, one female. In the beginning, no war, no famine. In the beginning, love. Within a short time, I'm enthralled. It's like reading a science fiction novel even though I know these events happened. This book is about their history. I stop myself. My history. It's told by a female Shadow Warrior named Nalista.

AND ho-boy-kylie's grandmother is a cat shifter? Is Kylie? She can't be. Her fear when I partially shifted was genuine. But how would she have a shifter for a grandmother and know nothing about werewolves? Another thought creeps in, full of heat and tingles. Kylie has shifter blood. No wonder my wolf wanted to mate her. And it means she probably would have survived it.

she was kind of lost in all of this, having a feeling of not belonging to this supernatural circle. Unconsciously, Sarah reached for Luke’s hand. He was standing beside her, and the contact of their skins gave her the strength and clarity of mind she needed. “Again, see this?” Celia pointed to the upper right corner of the plate to a symbol that no one recognized but her. “It’s actually something you can address as the title of the prophecy.” She giggled at her own joke. “It says: ‘Rise of the fire,’ and as we now know, fire here equals phoenix.” Even the simple pronouncing the word ‘phoenix’ made Celia spiral and not in a bad way. “Further down the symbols engraved, we can see a mention of

After the war between humans and shifters, an alliance was formed to keep the peace. The price? Daughters of the human nobility had to choose a shifter as their mate. The first half-blood born from this union would become the new ruler, ensuring that peace would last. As the eldest daughter of the Morrison family, I was the first to be chosen. But right after I chose the wolf Alpha, Calvin, I saw a vision on our engagement day. Because I failed to conceive after six months, Calvin locked me in a cage, determined to use me as a vessel for his pure bloodline. After I finally gave birth to the prophesied hybrid, my sister, Trina, appeared, claiming she wanted to take care of me. But the truth