Naruto Dragon Summoner Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Alice pouted, while trying to smooth her hair back into place. ''Well, I won't give up,'' Catori said. ''Good, now. In order to transform, you have to concentrate. Imagine that you are one with your dragon, picture what it looks like and when you can grasp a clear picture, imagine yourself becoming your beast.'' ''But I don't know what my dragon looks like.'' ''Just imagine a dragon, or what you think it would look like.'' Catori did as Rydstorm said. She closed her eyes and immediately she was back in the dark room.

I handed her my phone, and she took it in her hands and placed it in her cross-body freckled bag that suited her look perfectly. "Don't be scared, Love... I might look rough, but my dragon adores you," I said, cupping her cheek, and taking a step back, shifting into my magnificent beast. Yes, I was an earth dragon, but unlike my brothers, I was also a gifted dragon, just like Adam. Adam was the Emerald dragon, while I, Urien Dragnoir, had the Onyx dragon. A pure black beast. Elisa gasped and then ran her hand over my snout, and my dragon melted into her, and then huffed, lowering his head.

"Only a dragon can rule dragons. The blood must be bent, broken, reshaped. The Order fears me because I do what they will not. I evolve the breed." This one went further. Pages and pages of anatomical sketches. Dragon organs labeled and cross-referenced with human counterparts. Lists of names. Ages. It took a moment for the handwriting to lose its steadiness. The sentences started to run off the page. The ink grew darker, pressed harder into the paper. Like the writer had stopped caring if they tore through. "They don’t understand. They never understood. This is the only way. The only way. The only way."s I backed away from the table.

Giving in to the impulse, she stepped out through the sliding door. Wild grasses coiled around her bare feet, sending a tingling sensation of earthy vitality coursing through her. Green rings rose from the soil, encircling her as she strode deeper into the backyard. Long whiskers sprouted at the corners of her mouth, and her legs stretched, transforming into the tail of a white dragon. The veil of mortality receded beneath her icy flesh, allowing the scales to reclaim their rightful place. "I don't know the precise story yet," she uttered. "But I really want to put an end to this endless war." Miracle turned on the colors in her eyes. "Earth, I summon you."

I peer over the side of the bed, open my mouth, and let loose with a blast of fire. "Owww... fuck... stop that," he yells putting his hands up to block the flames. I tear off the shirt I'm wearing, sprint from the room, and dive over the edge of the perch. It's a few seconds before I remember to pull in the magic. But does it really matter? I thought I would give anything to be a dragon, but I would give it all back for Tahr's love. My dragon bursts free and more flames shoot from my throat.

That meant the problem was him. I could not bear to tell Drakon the truth.So I went home and begged my mother to teach me a forbidden magic—one that consumed my own life to conceive a child.I performed the rite in secret, bleeding myself dry, all to give him the child he could never father. And I succeeded. I gave birth to an Ice Blue dragon hatchling. Drakon was furious. I had given him the lowest, most base dragon imaginable. He accused me of adultery. He summoned every Ice Blue dragon in the kingdom and forced my newborn to undergo blood tests against each one.

She was too numb to stand up herself, so she kneeled in front of him, panting, wide-eyed. “You,” she said. “You’re not human.” “I’m a dragon, Anzi.” “But you’re a man.” “I’m both.” He grasped her wrists and pulled her closer. “There are only a few of us. Not enough to fight for long. I thought I could kill him, but there’s something wrong. He has black magic strong enough to keep him alive even when I crush his heart.” “I know. You should have told me! I could have warned you that—”

I only feel warm, it's like I'm only enjoying the water in a hot spring rather than a pool of blazing lava. "I haven't tried this yet but I hope this will work. Raja was the one who gave me the idea." Lancelot narrowed his eyes. "Raja? Who is he?" "He is my dragon." "Oh! So you are a dragon summoner? He asked with amazement. "Yes. A fire dragon summoner and the Mistress of Fire. Amazing, isn't she?" Lucia said proudly as if we had been friends since childhood rather than for barely a few days. "Indeed, she is. Amazing... very amazing," Lancelot said.

She tried to push the thoughts away, but they slithered back. The way he had looked at her in the Sanctum. The way he stood, utterly bare—unashamed, powerful. There had been no armor, no robe. Just heat and muscle and ancient, terrifying calm. It had taken every ounce of control not to let her eyes fall lower. Not to betray that flicker of curiosity pulsing beneath the fear. She squeezed her eyes shut. What did a dragon’s rut look like? What would she be enduring in days’ time? Her hand drifted over the sigil through the fabric. It pulsed again—warm, slow, patient.

She asked, not knowing if it really mattered, but she hoped that it would help. Vivienne answered, “Xander Voidwalker, dragon of void, Lucian Lightbrighter, dragon of light, Darius Stone, dragon of Earth, Cassius Stromrider, dragon of Storm, Kieran Frost, dragon of Ice, Lean Blackthorn, dragon of Shadow and Kai Morrison, dragon of fire.” The names resonated through Maya like a physical force, each striking a different chord within her. She swayed, overwhelmed by the sudden influx of sensations—her newly awakened dragon nature responding to each male in ways her human mind couldn't process.