Novel & Cerita Dragon Shifters Books

She reads, "'This image of a wolf with the lips raised around the teeth usually means speaking up about what you dislike. This image has been associated with civil wars, rebellions, or uprisings against usurpers.'" She looks at me. "This could mean something, right? Then I looked into the moons. So," she flips a few more pages. "Shifters are decently spiritual. They worship the Moon Goddess, whose name can vary in lore, but mostly it's about a connection to nature and the phases of the moon. Placing the phases around the wolf can mean several things, but mostly, it's a 'backing by the goddess'. So, a righteous cause." Ah. Religious fanatics. My favorite.

Hopefully you'll enjoy the next generation of Guardians as much as you enjoyed the first trilogy. Also, if you haven't tried it, I have a book out called The Arena. It's the first in the Elemental Dragons series. It's very different from this world of the Guardians. That book is filled with shifters and, you guessed it, dragons. That series is intended to have four books, one for each dragon.

she said softly. He nodded reluctantly and held her closer, willing her to stay with him. He didn't know much about witches, so that made it more difficult to predict what they would do, or rather, what they could do. That would make their hunt all the more exciting, he thought in anticipation, because the Dragon's Treasure, much like the shifter's Hunt, was at its core a race to capture your mate before time ran out. For omega dragons, or in this case omega witches whose mate was a dragon, it was a race to evade, if that was your main goal going into the Dragon's Treasure. He realized reluctantly that she would likely be one of the few whose main goal was to evade him during their Hunt. He

Finally home," Mila shouted happily, throwing my body on my bed, staring at the ceiling vaguely, thinking what she had been through in those days. Previous Everything was like magic, like fantasy and like dreams.. never believable She raised the book with her hands, contemplating it with a thought that seemed very old, even the pages of it were yellow, some of which were torn from the edges! I sat up straight, opening it “ This book belongs to the royal family of werewolves only.” She read what was written in the introduction, biting her lips lightly, eager for what was to come.

Fenrir spoke, diverting my attention. “That was fast.” I spoke. “Of course, I’m actually useful.” He spoke, giving Damon a death glare. “I’m listening.” I said. “When you mentioned the entity being a shadow or rather a dark shadow that granted wishes in exchange for souls I thought that sounded familiar—anciently familiar.” He pulled out a book, “Hey, librarian, know about this?” The book was old, with the back pages already peeling off. It read in bold, vintage font, “Elemental Werewolves: The Curse of The Dragon.”

Dragon shifters were naughty creatures with presumptuous behavior and were actually not aware of who they were standing in front of . Their self glorification covered their eyes and ears along with their capability to understand their situation. The population of lycanthropes and werewolves has risen during these past centuries but unfortunately the dragon shifters were slowly decreasing due to the fact that they ain't any female.. Most of them were having crossbreeding with other creatures but unfortunately that wasn't the solution either as they couldn't impregnate other females outside their race.. With the people Nicklaus brought with him , the four guards were no match at all..

“Don’t ever call them fairies. That word is a lie. They are not cute. They are not kind. They are old as time, twisted by beauty and cruelty. They trade in riddles and pain. Step into their realm, and time will forget you. You will come back hollow, if you come back at all.” Images of glowing forests, dancing figures with inhuman smiles, laughter that made my skin crawl. I couldn’t speak. My throat was dry. “Dragons,” Bibi Kamwe said softly. “Few remain. But the ones who do… they sleep inside volcanoes and old ruins. They remember the shape of the earth when it was young. And they remember what was taken from them.” I saw wings that blacked out the sun, fire that rolled like oceans. “And the

Seraphina turned to Bethel “What will happen when I... if I drink her blood?” Bethel looked Seraphina in the eyes “I am not sure child, you may shift straight away, it may take hours or weeks. The dragon is part of your soul, she has been sleeping though and she may not wake immediately or she may be waiting to be released. One cannot say, it is rare for a Dhampir to have a familiar at all, but to have one so powerful. I’m sorry I can't help you more”.

Maybe she was unwed. Cyra led us to another stall, one with fine jewels, most of them set in gold, rather than the silver I so adored. "You haven't said a word since we arrived, what's wrong?" Cyra enquired, but I brushed her off and fingered one of the few pieces made of silver. It was a dragon necklace, the head coming to a stop at the pinnacle and the tail wrapping around the neck. Wings branched out from its sides, most likely brushing against the bottom of the wearers throat. Sheer fascination, that's what we were to the humans. Some even feared and despised us deeply, but for all they knew, we did not exist anymore. The brutes who had slaughtered their forefathers and ate their naughty

All in all, I felt ready and eager to face the enemy; which was a good thing because we came across them all too soon. We were almost to the portal into Desolation when a small band of Charles’s vampires stumbled across us. We’d seen them coming and hid in the trees, but my human scent was too so strong it gave me away. As the vampire that discovered me sneered up at me with glee and called to his companions, I looked fervently for Gwendoline and Luthias. They were nowhere to be found. I almost lost my grip on the tree branch as panic seized me. Seeing this, my would-be captors laughed and jeered about how easy it would be to capture me if I just fell into their grasp. They stood below