Dragon Shifter Romance Books Novels & Stories

Standing on the mattress my chest, hoisted upwards in my lace bra was very close to his face, indeed I could feel his breath on my chest as he looked down to untie the knot. Looking down at his busy hands I couldn’t help but admire the very obvious bulge in his pants, my eyes were drawn to its shape, the way it had felt so solid against my stomach. I knew about the act of course, I know what happens between humans, but what of the rumours that a shifter's sheer size, ferocity, can kill a woman? Am I truly that turned on right now I would tempt death for a taste of such pleasure from Ivan? Right now, it’s fifty-fifty. All rational sense has left my mind. I want a shifter to ravage me, the ver

And it is also believed that a supernatural reaction between the two lovers causes the freckles to appear. SHIFTERS- Beings that live opposite mortals in this fantastical world that change or "Shift" into their animal counterparts in times of dire need or in extreme and emotional situations. Most Shifters reside in their homelands called Clan Lands which they share with others of their kind and Shift called Clans Men. There are a total of Six Shifter Clans that reside throughout the planet each supporting the various other species of Shifters from Bird to Dog.

the humans and I thought coming as one of their tiny humans makes me less scary.” He said in my mind, with a shrug as he stepped from behind my sister. He looked at me and then his eyes turned emerald, green which was the color of his dragon Drax. He quickly got control of his dragon and looked in the direction of Mina. No please god no please don’t let him imprint on Mina. Being a dragon’s mate is not the same as it is here. Dragon shifter are more dragon then man if his dragon wants to imprint on Mina his human side wont be able to stop it. Imprinting is not the same as werewolf mates. Their God allows them to imprinting for the sole purpose of procreation there was no love at all. It is

he paused, eyes searching hers for any hint of doubt. "So please, don’t think otherwise." Imogen’s eyes brightened, and a smile curved on her lips. "Sure… but you owe me big time." ************* Snow flipped through the pages, her eyes scanning the words carefully. She was clearly in the library. Since no one was home—her mom and dad were both busy with pack duties—she’d taken the chance to read. The book was about the beginnings of werewolves, their existence, and everything in between. Everything seemed normal, the same beats about being betrayed by a mate. Snow couldn’t help but softly bite her lip before shutting the book closed.

Within minutes, the golden-haired dragon found him in his private study, a circular room lined with ancient texts and maps. "You summoned me?" Lysander asked, closing the heavy oak door behind him. "The Oracles," Dante began without preamble, "warned me about her." Lysander's eyebrows rose. "Warned you? In what way?" "They said she is not merely a wolf, but she's something more." Dante paced the length of the room, tension evident in every movement. “They told me to distance myself from her. That ‘the phoenix and the wolf were never meant to merge.’”

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.

From what I hear, they seem to value it very highly. When he finally stops, I also stop at a particularly thick book called Werewolves, Spires, and Shifters: Complete Edition. On the front is a picture of a menacing werewolf ready to devour a human and a human fighting a truly horrible Shifter with a strange spear. I pull it off the rest, hiding it behind me.

The compulsion tugging me forward was otherworldly. Violent noises woke the forest, draconic hissing and the whimpering of a wolf in distress. A subtle white glow made silhouettes out of dark trees and bodies moving around each other. I opened my mouth and breathed in the metallic scent of blood, and worse: Jesper’s bitter notes of fear. Leaping out of the bushes and into the glade, I finally saw what was happening inside Dalesbloom: three dragons were harassing a unicorn, a mythical shifter I’d never seen before, and the runt had gotten in the middle of it. Even for the first time seeing her as a wolf, I knew it was her by the magnetism of our intended bond, a feeling so powerful it made me

to kill Mack before we got information from him about any rumors traveling around the shifter community. I looked to Miller who smiled shyly at me and lowered his silver eyes. He was also a tall dragon but he wasn’t as muscular as his brother. His hair was light brown and hung to his shoulders with silver streaks through it. He was also a warrior but a young one and handsome in his own right. I again looked from the dragon men to my mate who was scowling at them. “ We have been in this library for an hour or more with no explanations from either of you. The moment my mate, your queen, walks into the room you sing like canaries. Why this sudden interest in what’s mine? I seen the way you loo

This guy was absolutely bat-sh*t crazy. The king continues despite my silence. "Shifters, like wolves, also have mates. They mate for life and share a strong bond with their mates. A shifter will know when he's met his." I have no idea where he's going with this. "I knew when I saw you, Hera," he says carefully. "What?" I say. "I knew you were my mate."