Linley Dragon Form Novels & Stories

Aiden’s form replies. I look up to my wrists and down to my ankles. I am fastened in an X shape and I think I know just what it is. He has fastened me to a St. Andrew’s Cross. At least I am still dressed. Which reminds me… I try hard to keep my eyes up and not look at the large appendage between his legs. He’s not even hard, and it’s…oh, goddess! “I’m a dragon, of course it’s a big one. You can touch it. We are yours,” Drelduin says.

He forgot that she was not from here. “Actually dragons can take human form. That is how they mate, all dragons are male. If they have a female child with their maiden, she will also be a maiden just having dragon’s blood.” “Maiden?” Sybil asked confused. “Yes, it is the term for a female with a dragon’s soul inside her.” “You creatures here are complicated.” Sybil said in a sigh and he laughed again. “When you are born of magic it happens.” She guessed that was true. Still strange.

I nodded as I looked down at the tiny box in my hand. I opened the lid, and a gold ring formed into the shape of a dragon staring back at me. An orange stone that looked to have fire frozen within it formed the eyes. Its wings were flat against its body, and its legs sat as though they were wrapped around a tree, its tail spiraling downwards too.

Then, it sped up and went straight to Samuel. The moment it sped up, the dragon body suddenly curled up. The next second, the dragon body suddenly turned into a fierce beast similar to a Kylin. It had two wings on its back, like a tiger's eyes, and a head like a dragon. Its whole body was full of purple lightning that was eye-catching. The horn above its head, which was like a rhinoceros, was shining with the light of the sun and the moon. No one could look directly at it.

A little birdwatching, a touch of magic, and the path to Northfall would be clear. "Nero," I called out, my voice carrying across the wind, my gaze lifted towards the majestic crimson dragon soaring high above. In his current draconic form, he was a magnificent sight to behold, scales shimmering like rubies, wings spanning a vast expanse. Lately, he'd seemed rather fond of this majestic shape, neglecting his humanoid form almost entirely.

Unus finally stopped fighting with the Lynches and revealed his true form. A humongous snake with black scales and a dragon's head that was close to 300 feet tall reared up into the sky. His bloody maw opened gently, and a strong suction force immediately pulled everyone in the Lynch family. "Huh? What's that?" Maclin almost wet his pants in fright. It was a dragon! However, upon closer inspection, something didn't seem right. Dragons had four talons, but Unus' true form did not have any.

And then he is transforming. His body elongates, growing larger and larger until it dominates the clearing. His bones crack and reshape themselves as they morph into a form more monstrous than any werewolf could ever be. In mere seconds, where once a young man stood, now perches a beast of massive proportions, its black scales glinting under the moonlight. Wings that span across the clearing unfold from his back; they flutter softly in the night air, vibrating with raw power. The sight of Ryan’s dragon form makes my breath hitch in my throat and my heart pound against my ribs, but I can’t tear my eyes away from him. He is terrifyingly beautiful.

Kailo shifts quickly, his clothes ripping, and his body increasing in size. In seconds, Kailo becomes a large orange-red dragon, with a muscular form and short, powerful wings. “He’s not a Fury,” I mutter in realization. One of the guards nods. “Lyza and her uncle are the only Fury dragons that anyone knows of.” I hear a cry and see Lyza on her hands and knees. Her face is twisted in pain as her bones move and rearrange themselves. Her skin slowly becomes black and scaled, and her limbs bend into clawed feet.

In the next second, Girga Lyon’s body grew taller and taller, followed by changes in his face and skin. Then Nero heard the sound of bones snapping rapidly. “I came to make sure all of you never get out of this place.” The form of Girga Lyon has been fully changed. He was now a Draconian, but Girga Lyon was not like any Draconian Nero had ever seen. He towered so high, almost three meters high, with a head full of scales, a pair of red eyes and rows of sharp pointed teeth as he grinned. Nero pulled Einar, Servant called out his spear, and Jo mounted a stance. Maybe because Jo was now immune to Draconian attacks, he didn’t need to use weapons.

The shield wavers, my control slipping as panic rises. A deafening roar splits the air, so powerful it shakes the bridge beneath my feet. The sound vibrates through my chest, primal and terrifying. Sorin's head snaps up, his concentration breaking as a massive form bursts through the canopy above us. Dragon. My mind supplies the word even as my eyes struggle to comprehend the reality. Scales like polished obsidian catch the sunlight, flashing with blue undertones as powerful wings send gusts of wind that whip my hair across my face. A dragon the size of a small house hovers above the bridge, its body sleek and powerful, built for speed and deadly precision. Pale green eyes—familiar in their