Fantasy Dragon Wolf Hybrid Novels & Stories

Then the last one, well, I smiled as I saw him. “You heard the name BLACK DRAGON right?” our boss continued. I can clearly see their reactions. The tall guy just raised an eyebrow. The mohawk guy looked straight to our boss. The last one just smiled and the youngest boy looked excited. “Black Dragon?! Who wouldn’t know him?! He’s a legend! One of the few we look up to! He can be lined up beside Shadow and Eclipse! An expert and a genius! You’re going to introduce him to us?!” he finally said. I smiled. If only you know. I thought.

Right before he shifted, he said, “And don’t be a pussy and call your men in as backup.” I watched as he turned into a huge white wolf. I rolled my eyes and threw all my clothes off, shifting into my own wolf, a dark-brown wolf that was so dark it was almost black. I mindlinked Derek to hold everyone back and let me fight. I waited for him to approach.

I always wondered why there are no black wolves in the modern world. More precisely, why I have not yet come across one. After all, my inner beast is a black wolf. And the answer was simple - I'm from another world, the world of magic and sorcery. Also, the gift of fire flows in my veins, and after traveling to the universe of my ancestors, I was finally able to curb it. It was only after visiting the house of my grandparents that I managed to truly learn how to control my flame. Now I will no longer allow you to wipe your feet on me, because my strength is in no way inferior to the strength of any alpha male. The frightened puppy is a thing of the past and, if necessary, I will force everyo

The werewolf came, its feet hitting the ground mercilessly as its hands joined in its movement. It broke out from the woods, tearing off the leaves of the trees with less effort, and growling at the sight of the man. “You can't take anyone from my family.!” Mark grinned as he shifted under the bright moonlight. His bones cracked, and his skin stretched beyond its limits, tearing to become as tough as that of a wolf. He growled at the phantom, just as the phantom growled at him. Like two behemoths, they collided, and the green grasses on the ground fell victim to their battle.

She let herself down and allowed the spirit to go into her. She groaned as she changed Into a huge wolf, the size of a lion. It was strange, for a newly formed wolf to be as big as she was. Something was behind it and the answer wasn't far-fetched. She was a mixed breed... Daughter of a werewolf and a witch. She's a were a witch. A rare breed, born once in a century.

Caution has kept her safe and alive. “You are a hybrid. At first I assumed dragon wolf, given the fact that Gerald is your brother. But I know only a Pyrowitch can carry a dragon child, which leads me to the conclusion that you and Gerald share a mother but not a father, and you used magic to hide your aura from anyone who might realise what you are.” I tell her my suspicion, and part of me waits for her to laugh at the ridiculousness of it. She doesn’t laugh, if anything she looks terrified.

The King of the Citadel, a man she had only heard about in tales and whispers. She had heard the king was one of a kind and was said to be one of the greatest kings suppressing his father's reign. He was a rare breed. A mixed blood of a wolf and dragon and years ago he had lost his mate and it was said his wolf had been wounded by his mate’s death, teetering in agony. She couldn't believe she was in here with him and was meant to satisfy his hunger. A growl sounded followed immediately by a roar and it shook the room and it also shook her.

Although I have no idea how Samalah and I could switch bodies, there was no need for me to expose my real identity since I was amongst an enemy clan… Dragons and Werewolves had a feud as old as time itself. Although they aren’t in any open war as of the moment, they never really interacted with each other unless the need arises. Just like werewolves, dragons are typically on the conservative side too and disliked the idea of intermarriages and hybrids… I couldn’t hide Samalah’s features, which resembled a water fairy so much, so I need to protect myself well while I still bore her face. I couldn’t possibly transform as a wolf under any circumstances, especially since I was a wolf with a spir

Where do I even start? "I'm not just a werewolf," I begin. "I'm Dragonborn. Hybrid of dragon and wolf, born in an age when dragons ruled the skies and magic flowed like water. That was 1,200 years ago, before humans even knew our kind existed." "Impossible," Neon says. "Nothing lives that long." "Dragons do. And those bonded to them." I pat Silverclaw's scales affectionately. "When a dragon chooses a mate, their bond extends life far beyond normal limits. Silverclaw chose me when I was barely twenty. I've been alive ever since."

They were actually the most powerful of their kind. Four were gifted wolves who all had gifts that were tailored to sensuality. That was the reason why they were high earners. Six were witches gifted with manipulation magic. The only magic of theirs that they were able to use was to ensnare the high rollers. Three were kitsunes – Japanese fox spirits. Two female dragons who had just hit maturity. They were water elemental dragons but had a block on their powers. They were high earners because of their beauty. Four demon hybrids – two males that were descended from an incubus. Two females who were Celmon demons. They were a type of Celestial/demon hybrid. They were incredibly rare and therefo