Dragon Shifter Novels & Stories

They arrived this afternoon and are already working with the Royal troops on the plan’s next step. Orrin also called Tobias, the oldest living dragon shifter in existence, the first of his kind. Tobias is hundreds of thousands of years old, and Orrin hopes Tobias knows who Thomas is and where he came from. Each shifter of every species is ruled by their King or Queen, Emperor or Empress. Every monarch has data on every person in their realm. Though I’m sure, the same goes for hybrids outside of wolf shifters. Goddess, I was so ignorant to anything other than my own kind. Sure, I know many things, enough to get by anyway, but I know nothing of importance.

"A dragon shifter, to be more precise." "And what is that exactly?" Her body swayed as a wave of dizziness swept through her. Belishaw took hold of her wrist until she steadied herself. "We are a race of beings who have existed for thousands of years. Our ancestors in the distant past were humans who learned to use magic to bring dragon spirits from another realm to this one. They bound the dragons to them, and the two beings coexisted in one body. We are essentially half-human, half-dragon, or depending on how you look at it, fully human and fully dragon. Either form can take over at our choosing. The ability to bond like that, the ritual of it is lost, but w

Please. What do you mean?” This time he chuckled. “Oh, little one. It’s simple. Our biology tells when the perfect time to shift is. For wolves it’s between fifteen and sixteen. For vampires we know around thirteen sometimes it’s a bit late coming close to fifteen. Witches and fires shift around seventeen and angels shift sometime between sixteen and eighteen. You still have time. Until your eighteen. Your just not a normal Shifter. You still may be human but you could still be a dark angel. If your special you could be a white angel but there hasn’t been one for hundreds of years so it’s very unlikely.”

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.

"Connor shifted!" Dante runs over, Sera right behind him. Their son—their nine-month-old son—is a wolf pup, looking confused but not distressed. "That's not possible," Dr. Chen says, examining him. "First shifts don't happen this young." "Alpha bloodlines sometimes shift early," Elena says. "Dante had his first shift at four years old. But nine months?" She sounds awed. "That's unprecedented." Connor shifts back to human, just as suddenly, and starts crying. Sera scoops him up, soothing him.

ched fists and then, worst of all I spotted two serpentine shifters slithering behind the others, half-human forms dragging tails of scaled muscle behind them. Their forked tongues flicked in the air, sensing fear, magic, opportunity. Venom. I could smell it. One locked eyes with me and smiled, a chilling, slow stretch of its jaw revealing needle-point fangs. I barely had time to throw up a magical barrier before the first wave struck. Screams ripped through the resistance ranks. The clash of claws and blades rang in my ears. One by one, my fighters fell, some maimed, others stunned by illusion or paralytic bite. My breath caught as a hawk shifter dove out of the sky and slashed across a hea

He bled from his side where one claw had cut through. Still, he didn't falter. Not once. Every time I weakened, his fire shielded me. Every time his storms buckled, my ember cut through for him. Until only one shadow remained. It towered over the clearing, larger than the rest, its shape shifting between wolf and human and something monstrous in between. Its core pulsed blinding white, chains wrapped thick around it. Kieran hissed between his teeth. "That one's old. Strong." The shadow bent its head toward me. A voice rumbled through the clearing, deeper than the others, layered with grief.

He’s … a dragon? No! No! No way! I laughed to myself and shook my head. Then I was doing a new search. “Dragon shifters.” Then I was inundated with hundreds of pictures of a massive lizard creature, big as a small house. Stories tall though. My god. How did I not know about dragon shifters existing?? “The Sky Light,” I mumbled to myself. It's nearly like a jungle, a large forest where every kind of shifter can roam free. Is this where Jack and Finch are from?

I rolled my eyes as a man came on screen in place of our Lady President. Gerald Brandt was an older gentleman to me. Looked over 30 to me, so that's old. He had dark brown hair that was cut short and piercing green eyes. He went on to explain there were 5 types of shifters. Dragons (which are apparently the rarest), Foxes, Lions, Werewolves, and Bears. I was mesmerized as he spoke. I felt like I was either in one of my dreams or a fantasy book. "SO COOL!" I whisper-yelled. I didn't realize how angry my Dad was until I spoke out loud.

If she asked a question he was going to answer it. "Dragons?" Her face wide with a smile, her eyes a light with joy. "What?" He felt like he had missed something. "Are dragons real?" "Oh, our game. Yes." "No way! Like real dragon dragons? Like Game of Thrones Dragons!?" "Um not like that, they are shifters. Like me. They are very rare though, but even if you were near one you would just see a human. A human who made your skin crawl and made you feel like prey, but still appears human."