Linley Dragon Form Novels & Stories

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.

His mind been blocked so as his vision. As those light died down it appears three kind of animals, a massive Lion, a phoenix, and a dragon! Suddenly those animal began to changed shape in a form of persons. A male and two female. The golden Lion become a male whose clothes are made of gold and a hints of white lining while the phoenix turned into a woman who's clothes are like of light red with a hint of gold lining. And the dragon turned into a woman who's clothes are made in sapphire with a hints of gold lining.

But you can still change it partly by having visible long fangs, horns on the head, tails, wings, claws, red vampire eyes and so on. Only those with a Royal blood can change their forms into that of a Dragon. Just as normal dragons have their own lesson, Soul Refining, the Dragon Royalties also have theirs. The lesson is called, Dragon Soul!

for it would not have done him any good. At all. He truly saw that now. “You have some nerve showing your face here, Killian Silvercrest,” The dragon lord boomed loudly, the sound causing the walls of the cave to rumble slightly, his full dragon form, a gargantuan body, dazzling vermillion with silver like scales scattering across his underbelly and all over him, really... and his primal voice making the whole scene even more threatening as he looked down from the massive platform fully tailored to seat him in his dragon form, it seemed. His three heads, each monstrous in their own right cocked to the side as he eyed the Alpha in interest.

Lily's pov. Creed steps away; breathing deeply before I hear bones cracking, reforming, and taking shape of his dragon. Black smoke curls around him before he stands there in all of Hunter's glory, his beautiful black dragon. Razor sharp, clawed wings. He gives a big playful roar before nudging me with his big dragon head. ‘Get on our mate, now, Lily.’ Sapphire whispers in my mind. I take a deep breath, roll my shoulders telling myself “I can do this.”

' Rinny cuts into my inner thoughts as I frown and shuffle closer to the bowl, taking a deep breath, a little intrigued with the fact the petals are beckoning. 'Oh.' I sound only marginally interested. Draconians are of the shape-shifting family, on par with Rinny's breed, Unicorns, and mermaids. They can all transform from human form and back again at will. This one happens to be a dragon and that’s not good as they tend to eb the least controllable if they get loose. 'Young boy, recently had his first full moon awakening......He's stuck in dragon form.' Rinny pauses, waiting on my reply. She knows I can be temperamental when being asked for help. Especially when it concerns a breed I’m no

The spikes along his head and neck were sharper, more pronounced and longer, and his talons looked deadlier. Lana's dragon was more beautiful and feminine than Draven or Adonis’ dragon. Her scales were a shiny golden brown, just like her hair. The spikes along her head and neck were shorter. Her body was thinner, less bulky and her tail length was shorter. Overall Lana’s dragon was a beautiful petite dragon.

And by promising to love his brides every day for as long as they live, he broke his curse. We enter our realm and Laryn puts on a burst of speed. I'm just about to follow when he suddenly curves his neck up and flies over me upside down until he's behind me. I know what his plan is and it involves his large blue cock. Dragon form is the only way to mate and produce a child. We've worked diligently at it. Our time will come. I'm not looking forward to the two years of nesting. I enjoy our forays into other realms and the treasure we bring back. I have my own treasure room now and I'm slowly filling it.

The twins stand, swaying, taking inventory of limbs and wounds. A shadow falls over them. At first, Zayla thinks it’s just the afterimage of the storm, but the shadow moves—alive, angry, massive. She looks up, and the world splits again. Liam. Or what’s left of him. He’s in complete dragon form now, with obsidian scales tight as armor and a wingspan blotting out the stars. The amber pattern along his flanks is sick with new light, and every marking shoots through with pain and willpower. Zayla almost laughs: He’d save his final shift for a lost cause.

He slinks forward in his large dragon form. He is unlike any dragon I've seen before, in the dark of the cave I can only make out his head. But that is enough for me to tell that in this form even Ellie could be considered small next to him. Long razor-sharp teeth protrude from his mouth, and large horns sprout from the tip of his nose and his head. I stare into his eyes, my breath suddenly caught in my throat. My chest caves in with a heavy pressure as I find myself fighting for air. My legs collapse under me and I find myself falling to the ground.