Linley Dragon Form Novels & Stories

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

"You celebrate too soon. There is only one true dragon in this world, and that is the Divine Dragon of Etharia. The Dragon's Cyclone, created by Mr. Sloan, originated from the Holtrien octagonal formation. "He may have innovated and forged something deadly, but at the end of the day, the old ways still reign supreme. No matter how the younger ones twist it or flaunt it, they always end up bowing to their ancestors." "Break!" With a roaring shout, endless streams of energy around Andrew's body surged wildly backward, shooting upward. These streams all turned blood-colored, crimson, and black. Flames burned across the surface of these energy streams.

She did not have enough time. She went into the cabinet which was lined with shelves and shelves of clothes. At one side the cabinet had rows of suits for men. Looked like Arya’s size. On the other side, there was a cabinet that had cocktail dresses and evening gowns hanging inside. The same cupboard also had shoes, stilettos and bellies along with handbags. She had to choose something that would help her escape easily. But first, she needed to call the girl who had made the distress call.

The bodyguard held the box, and Lily carefully unlocked it and lifted the lid. Inside was a beautiful bow and arrows. The bow was entirely made of solid, shiny gold. It took the shape of two large dragons facing each other, parallel to each other, standing on top of a connecting curve, forming a handle. Their mouths opened, spewing out a crown-shaped flame with three voids. From the arc at the handle, the extension design followed the two long pointed tails that curved down softly, creating an elegant finish for the bow handle.

The cloud formed a dragon's body which consists of the power of thunder and wind. Lycus Lewis stopped his flute from blowing and opened his eyes slowly. He got up from his chair, took his scepter, and walked closer to the shore of the lake. Leisurely, he started to climb the lake's surface and left a circular trail on the surface of the water. Lycus Lewis moved towards the middle of the lake. A dragon spirit was waiting for him in a form made of clouds, wind, and lightning. "Zergenth, Protector of the Sky," said Lycus Lewis.

Lillah swallowed, eyes fixed on his crotch. “Goddess save me.” She blew out a breath when Rhyland dropped his trousers. Neeri whistled. The dragon-shifter had a monstrously large penis. Not only was he considerably bigger than Alpha Aaron it was also shaped differently. Instead of a smooth round head like a mushroom top it was flipped the other way, looking like a shallow bowl. The dragon-shifter also didn’t have any balls, just a thick shaft that became noticeably wider at the base. Lillah was glad she had taken the potion to induce heat or she might have chickened out.

When Jordan's big black lycan form stood tall, a question passed through the crowd, “Why does he look more like the lycans and not like us, werewolves?” “It's because he is our Protector as much as he is yours.”It was the Priestess who answered proudly. Lorenzo stood wide-eyed. Speechless. When Veryl turned into the white dragon with speckles of gold and flew above them, all eyes followed in awe. And he let them admire him. “Oh! Goddess.” Murmured the Secretary who, for many years, worked alongside Flame.

Nathaniel lets his mind wander to the images of her rare black spotted Leopard and how it will be wonderful running in Hunter’s wolf form next to her and then the magical and mystical image of her dragon flashes before him. Even with her small size Matilda still towered over him in Hunter’s Lycan form which was close to nearly 8ft and he had never felt safer than when she had warped her body around him. Her scales were smooth and cool to the touch and descended from a deep sapphire blue to a majestic opal teal in colour.

They were filled with shock and awe, unable to comprehend the extent of Adrian’s terrifying power. Adrian’s eyes gleamed with a flash of golden light. "This void holds a terrifying force trembling beneath it." At that moment, the fractured space revealed a large, eerie formation. Adrian was stunned. This was clearly no ordinary formation. "This is the Draco Trap Formation!" he exclaimed. The Draco Trap Formation was an ancient and powerful trap, said to be capable of ensnaring nine dragons at once. Adrian hadn’t expected to find such a formation here, and his surprise was evident. The complexity of the formation explained his reaction.

I sat down on the chair facing the sofa and I let my eyes return to normal. “The moment the King lays eyes on Abigail he’ll want her to bond with Prince Nicu. The strongest dragon in existence is the gray dragon. The silver white dragon is next in line, then comes the violet dragon and so on. Royal Dragons have always been what is known as Russian Violet, the darkest shade. We all know the darker the shade the stronger the dragon.” “A woman born of a man with a strong dragon is desirable but the bond has always been respected.” If we were normal people Sorin would’ve been right, but we weren’t.