Harry Potter Becomes A Dragon Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Cyran asked a minute later. “It means that the reason that you can’t sense her heartbeat or detect when she lies, is because she is becoming a Dragon. I don’t know if she will be able to transform into a Dragon, but she should retain the abilities of a Dragon. That also means that just like any other Dragon, you won’t be able to know when she lies.” No one said anything for a long time. I struggled to wrap my head around what Ed was saying. How was it possible that I was becoming a Dragon? I have never heard of such a thing.

I don’t want to break her hope, but I do think I’m right. Although that kiss remains in my mind… I know that he must have been a figment of our imagination. There are no wolves around here… Or he’s a dragon. NO WAY. ‘No way what?’ Shayara asks. ‘Uh… nothing. I was just thinking if our mate may not be a wolf, but a dragon.’ ‘Oh, it makes sense! Dragons are big. I like big sharp lollipops!’ I shudder, I heard that Dragon Shifter’s penis’s are not the same as the standard man’s. I won't deny I am a little curious but I never looked closely...

The slight bulge of my stomach, "One day the older dragon met a devil, and he decided he wanted another pet. By this time though, the older dragon had woman with him. She was beautiful and the young dragon was very taken with her." Louis motioned for me to sit back down as he trailed his hands lower, skimming his fingers along my hips as he moved back grabbing my foot and pulling it up so I had to lean back. "The young dragon and the woman had fallen in love, she wasn't a dragon but he didn't care. I loved her." His eyes met mine and it was like the story he was telling fell away, "I loved her and I couldn't keep her safe." "Louis-"

And if she whispered my name again— I would be listening. Not as a king. Not as a strategist. But as the dragon who had chosen her. And would choose her again. Fully. When the time came

My fated mate shut me out of our bond for the ninety-ninth time just as the last spark of dragonfire inside me began to die. I walked into the Oath Hall of Obsidian Keep alone. Black stone stretched beneath my feet, cold enough to bite through my slippers, and every step made the cracked channels around my dragon core grind deeper into my chest. “I’m here to renounce the Obsidian Court and dissolve my life-bond with the Dragon Lord.” The clerk took in my bloodless face and lowered his voice. “Lady Ashton, once I set the seal, the Court will no longer be required to protect you. Are you certain?” My dragonfire had been unstable since birth, leaving me weaker than most dragonkin. When I was te

Everlys Diary Entry: "I knew I had to escape. His presence suffocated me. There was no choice but to flee or risk losing every essence of who I was. I waited for the perfect moment and leapt into the unknown, finding refuge in the werewolf territory. It was there that I met him, the love of my life—Olivia's father. Our love was forbidden but pure, and despite all odds, we thrived. But now... now my dragon remains imprisoned in that dark land, for my race does not forgive nor forget." Tears welled up as I read about her difficult decision to leave everything behind for a chance at freedom and love. I scarcely noticed when sleep began to claim me. The diary fell from my hands, and the warm, co

Dragon was different—polite, calm, rational—and that was what frightened her. She approached him and asked boldly, curiosity mixing with defiance, "What are you doing, Dragon? Why do you act like nothing happened? What are you planning?" Dragon took a deep breath, stepping closer to her. With a mix of love and pain, he said, "I’m trying to kill the old Dragon—the cruel one who lost his little mate. I changed, Jenny. I changed for you." She glared at him in anger, recalling his words that she would only ever be Dragon’s whore. The powerful slap. His control. She continued to stare at him but decided to ignore everything, even his ghostly words that made her heart tremble.

Either way, I'd suffer. Normally, I'd take it. But with a child in me, I had to think twice. I looked up at her. "Hawthorn is bad for a dragon's baby. I've got a recipe that'll help your child grow strong. Don't you want them born faster? Once they're here, no one can challenge your position." She might doubt others, but I'd lived with these dragons for years in my past life. She had to take my words seriously. She despised Horace's princess consort and wanted her child born sooner to secure her glory.

Standing there like he owned the godsdamn world was a 6'6" walking wet dream. Gleaming green dragon scales shimmered over his tan arms and neck, catching the light like armor. He turned towards me. Holy. Shit. He had shoulder length dirty blonde hair, messy and wild. Golden eyes that glinted like treasure. Blonde stubble. A strong jaw. Cheekbones that could cut stone. And a body carved by war and vanity both. His gaze locked on me, and suddenly his pupils slit into dragon form for just a second. Nope. I’m dead. Goodbye. It was gone before I could blink, but it was enough to make my brain short circuit. He sneered. “What the fuck are you doing in my hallway, first year?” I crossed my arms and

His pupils grew round and full, like a bird of prey watching a mouse. What was Spencer? What had I gotten myself into? I should have just stayed home and confronted Nolan and my sister. If I had it would suck, but I wouldn’t be about to be possibly murdered by someone who might not be human. A rumbling growl came from deep in Spencer’s chest and he leaned back slightly on his barstool. Watching me with those eerie looking eyes. “I’m a dragon.” The words were raspy and didn’t sound human. It was almost a growl, but not quiet, something animalistic. A warning.