Novel & Cerita People Turning Into Dragons

He is the vice president of the Black group. "The final presentation is on my laptop. Get my laptop ready," Kael instructed his assistant, Lena Steward. She is in her early twenties. She is a low-level dragon with limited powers. Dragons are three types: black, orange, and green. Alpha Dragons are black, while mid- to average-level Dragons are orange. Dragons without a beast are green. They have heightened senses, but cannot shift. "Yes, boss," Lena replied. She pulled his laptop from the laptop bag while she entered the private elevator with Kael and Michael. The moment she removed the laptop, water started dripping down from the laptop.

he says in an obnoxiously high-pitched voice. I snort a little, rolling my eyes. "So, dragons have been around for thousands of years, longer than any other creature. They got along with most, but their power made some very jealous―the witches especially. They were angry and afraid of the dragons and so an entire family of blood witches―basically committed suicide―and performed a massive spell that forced dragons to share and manifest their true form within the bodies of mortals. And so dragon shifters were created.

Amelia and the others watched in horror, praying for a swift resolution. As the chaos reached its peak, I knew I had no choice but to transform into my dragon form to protect Amelia and myself. With a burst of power, my human form gave way to the majestic dragon that lay dormant within me. My scales glistened in the dim light of the great hall, and my wings unfurled, casting a shadow over the palace. "Stay close to me, Amelia," I urged, my voice a deep rumble that echoed through the hall. "I'll keep you safe."

Morning sunlight slipped softly through the curtains, painting golden lines across the quiet room. Damien Drakaris stood near the center of the room, staring down at his hands as if they belonged to someone else. Slowly, he closed his eyes. He focused on the feeling inside him, the ancient heat that had once vanished from his blood. The dragon. It had been gone, silent. But now... He breathed in deeply. Power surged through his veins. A shimmer of golden scales flashed across his arms, and with a sudden burst of magic, his body shifted. Wings unfolded behind him, massive and powerful, filling the room for only a moment before the transformation reversed.

“I hope you guys aren’t afraid of heights...” “Wh-what do you mean?” Lydia asks. However, before she can get a response from me, I shape-shift into a dragon. The transformation is swift and effortless, and before I know it, I’ve scooped the girls up in my talons, causing them to let out terrified screams.

After a couple of hours, Ash lets out a long sigh * I can’t do it; it’s not working* *It will, Ash; we must keep trying* I reply, trying to sound confident for his sake when, really, I have no idea if this is ever going to work. All I know is that for the Army to penetrate the underworld, they need the dragon's fire to open up an entrance first. Another hour and Bear scratches his head *How do you turn into a Dragon? * “It just happens when they pick the gem up”, I reply. He looks thoughtful before he says, “And how do you turn back into your human form? You seem to be getting much better at that.”

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.

Their voices were laced with urgency, warning me that a group of aggressive rogues had been spotted at the south border, their intentions clearly menacing. Feeling a rush of adrenaline, I turned to see my dad bursting out of the pack house, his expression a mix of concern and determination. Without hesitation, we shifted into our dragon forms—my scales glistening emerald green in the twilight and his a majestic sapphire. The transformation was always a breathtaking experience, the sheer power of our dragon bodies invigorating.

He was reluctantly allowed to participate in this siege after their group learned that two direct members of the Qing Clan were within Leaf City. As the saying goes: snakes can become pythons after cultivating for one millennium; pythons can become boas after cultivating for one millenium, boas can become jiao after cultivating for another millennium; jiao can become dragons after cultivating for one millennium; dragons will turn into horned dragons after another millennium of cultivation; horned dragons that have cultivated for five hundred years will then become a winged dragon. That is when it becomes a real dragon. (1)

Miller’s voice trembled with concern. “Daran…” I whispered through my tears, watching the two dragonlings. “They’re turning into red dragons, somehow,” Daran explained, his face grim. “The dragons from the Blue Dragon realm—like these—they’re supposed to have their fire glands sealed. That’s why they’re usually calmer and gentler.” Grabbing Daran’s cloak tightly, I stared into his eyes. “Daran, they can still go home! They’re angry because they just want to go back! They have a place to go back to!” I said, my voice filled with emotion.