Harry Potter Fanfiction Dragon Animagus Novels & Stories

A man was in the shadows, he patted the dragon on the back and remove the gold cloak that was draped over its back and just then, the dragon morphed into a large elephant. Raisel felt a lump go down her throat, in fear she moved and hit her hand against a cymbal lying on the ground making a clanging noise. The man turned in their direction immediately, “You shouldn’t be here”, he moved towards them, aggression clear in his eyes. “Take it easy, we only wanted a peek at the dragon”, Dragomir explained, his hand had left Raisel’s mouth and he held her hand. “You still aren’t supposed to be here no matter what”, he flung his hand forward but just in a second lesser Raisel pulled Dragomir with he

AUTHOR'S POV A look of horror crossed Frore's eyes, watching Vayldre's body reshaping into something bigger and unbelievable. His eyes were holding hers captive, which made her gulp and feel dread deep down in her bones. Scales started appearing on his face and wings appeared behind his back, before his body completely reshaped into a Golden Dragon. A dragon so big and magnificient that Frore's breath hitched. She stumbled back and placed her hand on her mouth with her eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

Countless dim gold bone patterns flowed on his bones, forming a screen of bone patterns that drowned the chair. Click, clack, cluck! His bones were mutating. They were turning, transforming, and changing form. He roared painfully. The mutation was obviously uncomfortable, even especially agonizing... This was called the Dragonification. ‘Principal Lerwin had actually turned into a dragon!’ A living human turned to a bone dragon; his appearance, flesh, and blood all disappeared. Alex was dumbfounded. However, right then, a dark-skinned large hand appeared and clasped Xerxes’ neck, interrupting his Dragonification. Another hand reached in and grabbed Alex.

Then finally with the fight in the camp site where Rex had woken up after only a minute after drinking enough sleeping draught to lay out a charging hippopotamus and finally the show of strength and the claws morphing that pinned her down. “That is definitely a most curious story, strangely enough I believe you” Al’ik said, “After I found you and brought you back here, I attempted to close that wound and found myself at a total loss as to why I could not, I have an impressive memory for healing magic and even I had to go back to the old healing texts to look something like that up in its pages. It seems that was either a wound from a hell hound or an elder dragon, which should be impossible

But his eyes were the worst part—piercing, fiery amber eyes with slit pupils that glowed in the dark fog. A purebred Dragon. The guard leader stepped forward, bowing low. "We brought the Fox, Your Highness. Just as Master Julian promised." The Dragon King did not say a word. He walked toward me, his leather boots crunching against the snow. His heavy predator aura hit the clearing so hard that even Julian's guards stepped back in fear. My Fox ears pinned flat against my head instinctively, my whole body trembling against the ground. He stopped right in front of me, looking down at my dirty clothes, my wrapped hand, and my bruised face.

If I wasn't careful, I would drool. I crept closer until I could see the slow rise and fall of his perfect chest. I carefully lifted my knee to the bed, my hand tentatively going out. Before I touched him, his body came alive and my shriek filled the room. In the blink of an eye, I was on my back staring into the darkest eyes I'd ever seen. "What are you doing here female?" He said with sleep still filling his voice. His full lips spoke in my dragon's voice. I hadn't accepted the notion before because my mind didn't understand the magic, didn't accept the impossible. There was no more denying it.

Harry's answer caught my attention. Harry talked about Sora's aura. He was the only one who could talk about it so openly without asking for anything in return. Harry was a hybrid, born with the power of a werewolf and druid mixed together in his blood. I turned around to look at him. “What do you mean? No one's aura can change. Didn't you say that when we were in the academy? You said it to her when she was convinced that she could change her aura by training hard.” I asked Harry, my tone was laced with my anger.

This makes us together as one. "Bark, I need your sight," I asked, and heard the barking of my dragon. Immediately, my eyes glow green because the eyes of my dragon are green. I can now see through the dark as clear as a day. This time, I felt the wind coming directly to my head and immediately turned and held on to this grip before it got away. "I got you now" I said, "Hehehe... You're not so bad" a voice said, and the next thing I heard was a slap of a finger and the lantern lights returned to their usual form.

I wandered in the corridor, trying to tamp down the unusual ache that made its presence known all of a sudden. ‘Yo, Ruelle, are you there?’ I called out to my barely existent wolf who didn’t reply. She had not agreed to take over after that one time and sometimes, I think that if Elias and my parents hadn’t been there to witness my transformation, then I would have chalked it up to my bizarre imagination born out of yearning. I texted Kenneth. [Me: Your mate also going ga-ga over dragon king?] His reply came within seconds. [Ken: You don’t say -_-]

The mauve scar on her chest constantly reminded me how fucking magnificent she was. I ducked down into the water, shifting into my dragon form. The creature emerged from my skin, encasing me completely. Evelyn watched wide-eyed as I peeked out from the surface of the water, massive golden horns wound around my head. "Oh…that's what you meant by riding a dragon. Got it," she murmured, cheeks flushing with that cute rosy hue I liked so much. A grumbling noise reverberated from my chest, the closest to a laugh I'll ever get in my dragon form. I lowered my head slightly, getting close to the shore so she could climb onto the back of my neck.