Dragon Shifters Novels & Stories

He looked down at the floor, and avoided eye contact with me. “Yeah, well, the thing is, the Dragons had a long war with witches centuries ago. The witches figured out a way to steal their dragon forms. Leaving the human form alive but essentially hollow inside. Like wolves, they are one with their souls. To lose your wolf is like losing half your mind. The witches used their dragon spirits to harness dark, powerful magic. It allowed them to absorb the abilities of whatever shifter form they stole. Dragons were the ones witches wanted most, but they went after other shifters too. It took the dragons decades to figure out how to stop it. How to protect themselves against the witches' magic. B

“He’s still not spoken, and he won’t take his eyes off Peter.” Benedict said to Ebony. “I’m worried about him. I think he’s taken things a lot harder than I thought he would.” Ebony watched Benedict’s head direct her to Peter on the stretcher in the back of the truck. One of her mother’s staff members watched his vitals as they moved. Benedict didn’t take his eyes off her and Peter. “That’s crazy. Are we talking about a shifter created around the time of the dragon shifters?” “Dragon shifters were the first. They think they came soon after them. They don’t have the magic like dragons either, so they ascribe to the Fae and learne

"Sorcha, Zephyr's mother and the Village's head was the only one with the knowledge of who Lord Leon really was and Lord Leon made us swear to let it remain that way and not to spill what we'd just seen. Over the next centuries, I'd sift over there to spend time with my cousin and mate. It was the happiest and freest moments of my life. Of our lives. Until one day, from the bond, I sensed Morph's distress and I sifted into the village. I knew something had gone terribly wrong when I got there. There were... bodies... of those people... Their children and for the first time in my life, I got scared. I sifted home next and I walked in on Morph leaning over Sorcha's body and Lady Silva smiling

The shifters here don't have the ability to escape to another realm if things go bad. As far as I know, dragons are the only shifters capable of jumping realms without suffering a consequence. From time to time we take human children across if their parents give them over to save their lives. These children are critically ill. Once they cross, they're free from their illness, but they lose their ability to speak. These children are raised by adults who once crossed over as children. They remain in the dragon realm and serve our needs. I have no idea how many of these servants I have. They quietly go about their day and mostly stay out of my way. I give little thought to who prepares my meals

he says in an obnoxiously high-pitched voice. I snort a little, rolling my eyes. "So, dragons have been around for thousands of years, longer than any other creature. They got along with most, but their power made some very jealous―the witches especially. They were angry and afraid of the dragons and so an entire family of blood witches―basically committed suicide―and performed a massive spell that forced dragons to share and manifest their true form within the bodies of mortals. And so dragon shifters were created.

Tell me the truth mom" Bella asked again. But Grace is panicking. 'No, I cannot tell her the truth. If she finds out why we are keeping her in the human world, then she will go find her dragon mate, and everything we did to help the boss would be ruined' Grace thinks. Just then Graham comes home and hears their conversation. 'So she found out that she is not our daughter. Then it's time to end her freedom' Graham thinks and miraculously, his leg which he claimed was lost because of Cameron appears out of thin air. Neither Graham nor Grace are humans. They both belong to a secret race called as drifters. Drifters can move from one place to another or from one world to another with ease. They

House Duskil/NightViper (Wolf/Serpent): The venomous, the healers who know how to kill, the poison-masters and physicians. He paused, his eyes boring into mine. That was Caliath's pack. The realisation hit me like a brick. He was not only a werewolf, but he was also a hybrid. The slits in his eyes, the green tail, the coldness of his touch. Everything made sense to me. He was half-serpent. Caliath continued. His gaze now meaningfully settled on Xalik. “6. House StormRiders/Dravidus (Wolf/Waveryns): The untameables, the nightriders, the swift and unpredictable. Although no dragon shifters have remained in our world now. They are merely a myth. They come closer

Sometimes, they recruit supernaturals. "But..." I shook my head. "You mean they recruit people that would otherwise be sold." He nodded. "Hunters are generally motivated by greed. Greed for money, power, longevity, etc. That exists in any species. I haven't heard of any dragon shifters joining the ranks, but they span the gambit." "Why do you think that is?" He smiled. "Dragon shifters are... for all intents and purposes, immortal." I blinked. "What?"

“You might be able to fool others, but I am not someone that is that gullible. One ability that Dragon Shifters have is that we are excellent lie detectors. We can smell a lie. Not to mention I can hear your heart beating rapidly. I can tell you are afraid but trust me I am the only one you will never have to fear.” Oddly enough, I believed his words about not fearing him, but that was easier said than done. I still didn’t believe he was a Dragon because the concept alone was too preposterous. The fact that he stared at me with frigid eyes also made me believe that I wasn’t safe with him either. “I am warning you, don’t come near me!” I shouted as I took a few

Looking back through his shoulder, he gazed at her until she turned left to the other side of the road and disappeared from his sight. 'Did she said, she loves dragon?' He thought. He waited there for a couple of minutes, her words affected him deeply. Ever since he gained the power of a dragon, he never heard someone say they love dragons. In this present world, dragons are forgotten long ago. A tapping of hand on his shoulder brought him back from his thoughts. He then realized he was standing in the middle of the footpath, lost in the thought of a random girl, who loves dragons. "You good man?" The man who tapped on his shoulder asked.