Fanfiction Harry Potter Dragon Rider Novels & Stories

I need some fresh air. I fall down on the ground. The pulling is getting worse. It feels like my arms are being pulled from my body. I screamed, but the scream didn't sound like me. I look at my hands and I see that it is changing. There was flapping above me. I look up and see the most magnificent dragon in front of me. It was the biggest dragon I have ever seen. It started to change right in front of me. I see King Ate in front of me. The last I heard was "mate" before the darkness took hold of me.

Apart from the modern human world , the earth , another parallel world existed , a whole world on its own that was connected to earth through a secret portal . The other world , was filled with dragos , magicians , witches , mystical creatures and demons . A world that humans think it only exists in fairytales for children............but no ! It was real and this magical world was ruled by king Damien PenDraco , a pure dragon . The PenDraco famiy's dragons were the strongest among the other dragons . Dragons in this world were a bit different from normal dragons . They had the form similar to human . They could transform into dragons too but most of the time they remained in a human form bo

The ice in my very veins melted as he grew even taller than he normally was and more muscular,ripping Zephyros's tunic in the process. I staggered backwards and tripped on a branch. I fell backwards on my rump and even the sting was not enough to take my eyes off him. He exhaled and the nearest tree turned to ash immediately. i scrambled backwards on impulse and the branch i had tripped on got caught in his web. He opened his eyes and twin pools of fire peered down at me. I didn't need Luna to tell me i was not looking at Zephyros anymore...no. Not entirely. What stared back at me was the Fire Dragon.

A few of the men remained on the ground, not transitioning to dragons, for they were to deal with the English mages and stop them from continuing to curse the weapons the knights used. They used old and powerful magic that could quickly kill a dragon, and that was the only way the pathetic English were any match for the dragon-shifters. The English had a few shifters themselves, but none of them were dragons, and only a few could fly. There was a phoenix and a griffin among them, but Ian had injured the griffin hours before, and Valen had destroyed the phoenix. It would rise again, but not during this battle.

Drake's POV Frustration simmered within me—I couldn’t get anywhere with Opal. No matter how much I tried, I couldn’t lay a finger on her to force the answers I needed. The cold wind bit at my skin as I trudged through the snow, summoning the heat of my magic. Flames roared to life, consuming the corpses. It was the least I could do—to pay my respects, as one dragon honoring another. Even if they weren’t pure dragons, but hybrids or even just half-dragons, it didn’t matter. The fire was a rite, a farewell.

After that incident, the thoughts of becoming a dragon consumed me day and night. When I was a teenager, Meagan told me of the curse. She also explained how she came to finally love the dragon after he stole her from everything she knew. She wistfully said that one day a very lucky woman would be Tahr's mate, transcend, and fly by his side forever. I lived by those words. It didn't matter that the lucky woman needed to be a chosen bride; my imagination built a different story. One where I became a dragon. The mate stuff, not so much. I wanted Tahr but at the time I wasn't fully aware of what that meant. I wanted my own castle and land to control. It all changed when he held my hand and took

cried Edmund anxiously. Draco nodded and changed his perfect form into dragon form. He appeared as a black dragon wrapped with flames all over his body. With his full strength, Draco breathed dragon fire into the layer of magic barrier that enclosed them. Draco slammed into the entire circle sorcerer with a wide sweeping motion with the tip of his tail. There was a fiery explosion that burned down the magic barrier. A crack opened in the air. The sorcerers were thrown far back by the blast of fire and Draco's dragon tail sweep. Many sorcerers were injured and passed out, but no one died, except for the sword monster Firebreath. Edmund took Astrid and Radcliff's hands together, dragging them

If you find such topics uncomfortable, please consider carefully before proceeding. AUTHOR'S NOTE: This book DOES NOT promote grooming. The story is based on forbidden relationships and taboo bonds. In the fantasy werewolf-dragon world, mates are one soul divided into two bodies. Unfortunately, for Jax and Xel, they are related as uncle and niece. The book deep dives into the romance of a werewolf and a dragon, and the emotional turmoil that arises when fate binds two souls that should never have been connected. It explores love, loyalty, identity, and the painful consequences of destiny’s choices. This is a work of dark fantasy fiction and should be read with an open mind and a clear unders

She asked, not knowing if it really mattered, but she hoped that it would help. Vivienne answered, “Xander Voidwalker, dragon of void, Lucian Lightbrighter, dragon of light, Darius Stone, dragon of Earth, Cassius Stromrider, dragon of Storm, Kieran Frost, dragon of Ice, Lean Blackthorn, dragon of Shadow and Kai Morrison, dragon of fire.” The names resonated through Maya like a physical force, each striking a different chord within her. She swayed, overwhelmed by the sudden influx of sensations—her newly awakened dragon nature responding to each male in ways her human mind couldn't process.

It was about dragons, the magical creatures who could breathe fire. She told me that once upon a time, riders existed, and they would bond with these dragons and become one. A dragon was strongest with his rider around. Both of them completed each other. Ten minutes later. Their laboured breaths told me that they were fast asleep. I couldn't sleep the entire night. My eyes focused on the blank ceiling until morning came. I gasped when a soft knock sounded on the door. Tears fell from my eyes. They had a mind of their own. I didn't want to cry, but the way my chest tightened told me my body didn't give two shits about what my mind wanted.