Novel & Cerita Dragon Shifter

The scream that erupted from Layla's mouth was bloodcurdling and it echoed deep into the forest. A bright purple wave pushed out of her body and slammed into every shifter that stood around her. It broke through the barricade the lycans had formed and struck the dragon in the heart.

"Members of The Diamond Pack, we have gathered here tonight to petition the Moon Goddess to admit six new members into our pack as wolf-shifters. Josiah Franklin, Melody Stone, Case Steele, Dominic Greene, Journey Garza, and Adalyn Vaughn, please come forward." Six humans of all ages stepped forward, each taking their places in front of one of the giant stones. "Do you wish to become a member of The Diamond Pack?" Daphne asked. "I do," they responded in unison. "Is it your desire to become a wolf-shifter with all the benefits afforded it?" she asked. "I do," they responded in unison. "Will you protect your brothers and sisters of the pack, even at the cost of your own life, should it be aske

Her skin slowly becomes black and scaled, and her limbs bend into clawed feet. Her eyes snap open and they are the fiery red I have seen only twice before. She lets out a scream when sharp spikes suddenly burst from her spine and in less than a minute, her dress falls in shreds to the dirt and a massive black dragon lays in the dirt. My eyes widen as the men suddenly snap her collar on, then run. The dragon lets out a roar and leap to its feet. “That’s Lyza’s dragon?” Angel hisses in shock. “She said his name is Talon and that when she shifts, he takes over completely. There is no middle ground like with wolves, you don’t share control I guess,” I explain.

But as Kenna gets older, I think the desire to claim her will only get worse. And, as much as I was hoping that having pre-planned, public claimings would change things, it hasn’t. The only positive is that the dragons have been told that they can’t kill their claimants if they concede the battle. However, I’m not sure that Ancalagon will abide by that rule. So, far the other dragons have followed that rule, and there’s only been one occasion where a shifter conceded and then tried to sneak an attack on the dragon after they backed off. Because we had to set the standard, the four us, the true elemental dragons, killed the shifter. If we hadn’t, the dragons would never have accepted a conces

Melody couldn’t tell who he was annoyed with. “Wait, there was a dragon in its creature skin around here?” “No, that was Indigo. Rachel was in a partial shift and they both took the fast way down. Which is still prohibited except in emergencies.” Jordan further elaborated. Now Melody understood. Ellie was almost pounced on by a cat, albeit the smallest breed of great cats. Shifters are often larger than the natural born creatures of that species. As for dragon shifters, they were the species. They were one of the first shifters the Fae created.

I look over to see Mona and Nix pushing past Drake’s thugs who were now rushing away from the octagon and out of the club. “Mona, Nix, get Willow out of here!” They begin to struggle with an angry Willow. I turned back toward Drake. He had morphed into a creature that towered as tall as my dragon. He stood on two legs with hooves for feet. His legs bent in an unusual way that would remind you of a goat or something of the sort. His skin was black and leathery, almost looking like burnt flesh. His face and torso still remained, his hands had claws and his head held two huge horns that curled. His body had a red glowing aura. I wasn’t wrong, Drake has to be Cinder’s son. The son of the devil.

I needed something that could penetrate the dragons’ tough scales and effectively neutralize their threat. They were really the only shifter capable of defeating werewolves without much of a fight. Resistant to a werewolf’s bite, resistant to magic and silver. The last iteration of the canon had barely scratched one of them, but it was more progress than before. I looked at the giant scale the last canon had managed to tear off a dragon shifter and started to pace around my office, my mind racing with plans. I couldn’t afford another failure. The anxiety, the fear of the upcoming war, was breathing down my neck. I had to make sure we were protected. I had to m

The Alpha of the last pack I was in knew about it, and said it might have been because I was a Hybrid that I was able to shift before my 18th birthday. Bella then asked what a Hybrid was and I told her, “A hybrid is a shifter of 2 or more different species of shifter, there are many kinds of shifters in this world. Shifters can be Wolf, Dragon, Pixie, Fae, Fairy, Bear, Lion, Tiger, Jaguar, Swan, Eagle, Hawk, Leopard, Gryffin, Unicorn, Centar, Goose, Lycan, Fox, Coyote, etcetera. For example my mom is a Witch but she is also a Wolf shifter, and my dad is a Dragon shifter. So for myself, I have both the genes of Dragon and Wolf shifter in my DNA and I might get

Younglings, who have not yet gained their dragon, are sometimes killed when a stronger dragon takes a breeder from another. The world of shifters is dangerous and bloody. Dragons are the worst. They care only for themselves and what they can get. I have been warned about these dangerous beasts my entire life. Hidden from them. Knowing that if they were aware that I existed, they would take my life in a heartbeat. Yet, this is not at all what I have seen. It is not what I have experienced with these two beasts. They comfort me, care for me, nourish me. Even the men that they are bound to tend to me.

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.