How To Become A Dragon Novels & Stories

After shedding blood and sweat, I graduated, I went to school at the age of fifteen, my temper was too bad for my parents to allow me to stay until I'm sixteen, I moved into the school. The first few years were a nightmare, everyone thought my temper would be getting the best of me, one of my teachers told me I'm gonna need over a hundred to graduate with how bad my temper is, it suits my red eyes, my dragon is red. The first time I shifted to my dragon form, I scared most of the school, even the mean teacher was too worried I'll try to hurt him in my dragon form since he knew how much I hate him. My dragon side had other plans, all it wanted was to take to the sky, the moon helped calmed us

He tilted his head, staring at Astor and Arabella with something between confusion and fascination, as if he were studying a species he’d never encountered before. After a moment, he finally spoke. “I have never seen a human baby before. They look so tiny and squishy.” Marlana chuckled. “Really?” Lorien nodded, his gaze flickering between Astor and Arabella. “Draconian hatchlings are different. After they hatch from their eggs, they remain in dragon form for a year. Once they learn to fly, they become little fire-breathing menaces.” His lips curled slightly, almost fondly. “They are raised as dragons—taught to fly, to hunt, to control their fire. They breathe flames at anything that moves, t

the dragon said. "The right time you told my mother?" "Yes, it is time for you to awaken your real power," the dragon said. "And how is that going to be possible?" My mind was not at peace, but all I knew was that if the dragon wasn't lying about what my mother did, then I needed to be careful lest I get smitten by him. "You will have to allow me to merge with your soul... that way we can become one. That way, you can keep all that you desire—the throne."

She asks, looking around like this other dragon just happened to be around and the dragon that just hatched would be lost in the field's tall grass. "They are born as adults. The egg contains the magic that they form from, not their material bodies." Loras answers looking mesmerized at the unseen beauty above them. Astrid unconsciously rises her hand and in an instant, the newly born dragon stops in the air and looks at her. She smiles. Instead of pitch black like Dracos, this one is a dark shade of purple. So beautiful... The dragon flies closer to them and lands right in front of Astrid, holding its huge head so it can smell the tinny girl that continues to smile at it. It pushes the tips

Arousal is so easily seen in this form that I easily shift it to try to hide her effect on me. "Shall we begin" I ask her trying to break this need. At her nod I release a heavy sigh. I know that this is something that needs to be done but I am dreading it all the same. "If it is alright with you I will start at the beginning. For dragons, our awakening happens when we are at six years of age. That is the time when our humans can first hear us speak. Before then we are still with them. We just are like....well we are observers. We see all that they experience. We feel there pain just as they do. We learn what they like and what they don't" I look away from the trees to see if she is still li

A fish may love a bird, but where would they live? The reality of her departure left her hollow inside. But she'd done what she had to do. He'll go home to Russia, be with his brothers, and someday find a dragoness. A bittersweet smile twisted her lips as she remembered how he'd described drakelings. They were born human with a dormant dragon inside them, and for a time aged like normal humans, but at thirteen years the bond to their dragon began to strengthen, and they started to learn to transform. He'd told her how he'd felt the first time he'd learned to fly and how the thought of watching his own children someday having to learn made him both nervous and excited. She'd listened with tea

Kerr knew the draconic energy needed at least two weeks to fully siphon into oneself, he knew as long as he found Zephyr within the month, his prize would be returned to his rightful side. Zephyr sat cross-legged behind the waterfall. “I invoke the Way, and open my Might out for that which is worthy; draconic energy. Hear me, and return; hear me, and return. One breath, one exchange…” Zephyr chanted his mantra, and fully threw himself into the process. Zephyr knew this mantra well, each time he recited it, his powers grew immensely. In his previous life, he once had an incredible master, powerful as can be, but paled in comparison to the Way. Seeing how close he was to improving, Zephyr ecst

His most trusted men had turned against him and he hadn't seen it coming; he should have known but his attention had been stolen by another matter altogether. Zarek had dreamed of his mate. He had made a connection with her and knew she was near his territory. Dragons could feel their life mate when he/she came near them and had vivid dreams of that person. Her face was always blurred but he could make out her body, a body that attracted his attention. She was a mere five foot three but was built lean with all the right curves in all the right places. Her hips were made to bear children and her body was womanly, sensual and ripe.

His bodies could absorb and accommodate a large amount of dragon power thanks to the help of its mana power. Draco's body floated out of the lake and floated on the surface of the lake. Draco filled his body with overflowing magical energy. Gradually he changed his form and transformed into a dragon, trying to reach the size of a full adult dragon. He had tried this simple exercise several times, and that day, he felt that his success was imminent. Draco's body enlarged and turned into a dragon with scales and black wings with streaks of silver, red, white, green, and sky blue. His wingspan was so large that his shadow could cover the entire city when he flew overhead. His teeth were as long

“Later, you’ll know. But we have work to do now and an egg to charm.” No matter what she said, he remained immovable, insisting only that in time, she would learn. The sooner she found a dragon to hatch for her, the sooner she would get the answers she wanted, he said, and made a sweeping gesture at the room and its unborn inhabitants. “You pick. Follow your instincts. The ones that are receptive will grow on your magic, and the one you favor most, you’ll keep.” “My magic?” “Your essence. Your spirit, the wild blood that flows in you. That’s what it takes to master a dragon, girl, haven’t you figured it out yet?”