Iruru Dragon Form Novels & Stories

“Who are you? And why do you disturb my slumber?” A deep mature female voice resounded in the chamber. Matthew got a good look at Cobalt. She was lindwurm type dragon with a long flat tail like a crocodile’s. Her arms were webbed and had fins on the side. She had deep blue eyes and frills on her cheeks. She also had three horns on top of her head that curved to the back. The scales on most of her body were dark blue from her spiked spine and became lighter as it went to her under belly until it was white. Upon better look, Matthew noticed that she had gills behind the frills.

As her dragon glided along warm currents, tracking Ragnar's mate, she looked up from the valleys below and beheld a breathtaking sight. In the distance flew a gigantic white dragon, her crests were tinged a dusky pink, and Titan felt she'd never seen a beast so beautiful. This must be the Queen's dragon. Beating her wings to lessen the distance between them, Titan had to put real effort in to catch up, and she was puffing before she reached the Queen's tail. There she noticed the real struggle taking place.

And it only took a nudge from me in the right direction, forcing them to spend time with one another. "Sometimes the old tricks are the best tricks," I chuckle as I watch the dragons transform one by one into something new. First I see a starburst of sunshine followed by a beast of flame burning through the sky in all the colors of fire--from yellows and oranges to the purples and blues of intense heat. It is a beautiful and terrible sight. "But Primus doesn't have a fourth form," I watch in wonder, my lips twisting upward as I shake my head in disbelief. "None of us did."

(In this context, The dragon acknowledges Laras, Varz’s mom, is worse than a bitch. “What? I just cut your Iru circulation. No matter how big or how strong you are, you are just a mere Ribo who is made of Iru which means I can immobilize you by cutting your Iru circulation.” Varz explained. Suddenly, the dragon manages to stand up and he looks like he is going berserk. Alfi and Arz are as far as to come out from the underground and approach Varz to join the battle with him. “YOU LITTLE BRAT!” The dragon was enraged.

I said to him as I opened the drawers of the desk. “That’s awesome!” he said loudly. “How old are you Link?” I asked him. “Eighteen Sire,” he said to me. “Well I’m nineteen so call me Ryder please,” I said and he smiled again. “Sure thing boss,” he said and I laughed as I shook my head. “What dragon do you have?” I asked him. “Violet,” he said proudly. “You should’ve been able to lay claim to the lair yourself and kill Andrew,” I said to him.

Yes, crazy. With a deafening roar, Kendra fully shifted into her massive brown dragon form, her wings spanning wide and her scales gleaming in the soft evening light. The night was quickly forming. It reminded me of that short flash of scenes I had seen of Azura when I touched the dagger Mateo gave me.

And my fourth form is out of the question--becoming a dragon of pure energy is a terrifying idea considering everything that has happened--With my current lack of control, It's far too risky. As I am now, the only form I can take without incident is my half-dragon form, so it is the one I wear the most. Since the coronation, despite all the forms I took to survive the process, the only forms I've managed since my transformation have been my sun dragon and phoenix dragon forms.

I need to escape, to find solace in the sky, where the vastness can maybe dilute my rage. With a thought, my form shifts, bones lengthening, muscles expanding, until I’m nothing and everything all at once. My dragon form, black as the night that’s fallen around us, is a comfort and a curse. It’s in this form that I feel most powerful and most vulnerable, a paradox that defines my very existence. Taking to the skies, I let the cool air rush over me, the freedom of flight a temporary balm to my seething fury. Below, the world is a patchwork of shadows and light, of peace and turmoil, mirroring the conflict within me.

His body radiated with purplish-blue light, splitting into one, then two, and eventually eight physical clones, all of which confronted James simultaneously. A ferocious dragon’s roar echoed through the sky as James unleashed a purplish-black dragon with his fist. Simultaneously, he used the Dawnblaze Form to flash and punch again, sending a roaring tiger charging forward. The next moment, the purplish-black dragon and the roaring tiger collided with Corey’s physical clones. A terrifying explosion erupted.

Yeah, the North West hemisphere is their territory, but usually they stay closer to larger bodies of water, or at least where it's cooler. Ripples finally appeared about 30 yards in front of me, only instead of the dragon emerging he had shifted into his human form. His impossibly ridiculously handsome human form with his aqua-colored eyes and anchor cut goatee. Of course, his facial features would represent water in almost every way possible. "I don't care if you are in your human form, if you don't stay back, you'll get more than a burst of water to your face." "Do you show this attitude to everyone? Or am I just that special?"