Spyro Fanfiction Human Turned Dragon Novels & Stories

So I run. In front of me there's a thick copse of trees and I make a sudden turn and leap over a broken tree branch. I'm not expecting to run into the dragon out here, but that's exactly what happens. My claws dig into the pine needles and earth, but I can't stop in time and literally knock Sarn off his feet. I roll away and shift to human at the same time. "I'm sorry," I say as I try to help him stand. He brushes away my hands and gains his feet on his own. His stunned look turns into a smirk as his eyes run over my naked form. Crap, this is the last thing I need.

I turn around to look at Violet, who is standing behind me with dead eyes. "Jump," she commands, and I bare my teeth at her, annoyed. "I didn't kill you. Will you stop tormenting me already?!" I snap, and her demeanour shifts into a much colder one. She begins to approach me, her appearance slowly transforming. In a matter of seconds, I'm staring at a man who has taken her place. Myself. He stares at me for a moment, then he prods me on the chest. "She isn't tormenting you. You're the one who's tormenting yourself," he states, and I clench my fists, narrowing my eyes at him.

I only wish I could have saved the cart. If I hurry, maybe I can still salvage some of the wood, and the mules themselves. Just before sunset, I arrive back at our little camp. The roasted carcass of the mules is irresistible to a group of dragons who have not eaten in so long and soon there aren't even bones left. And while two beasts alone cannot feed a group this size more than a morsel or two, it did do wonders to boost morale and also gave some enough energy to transform. Sun dragons are remarkable at transforming themselves seamlessly into more human appearances, and with the benefit of a fourth form, can even enter the Celestial Realm without a portal, something that I am unable to do

"It's not like I can chase her topside, is it Con? She's a human, free to come and go in both worlds, but we live down here like sewer rats. Why would she come back? Gods, I didn't even mark her properly!" A smarter wolf would know to keep his comments to himself, but no one had ever accused Con of being smart, so true to his nature, the bullshit flowed from Cons mouth before he could clamp down on it for a second time. "Maybe you weren't any good in the sack?" It was truly a frightening sight the way Gio's eyes changed color then, and Con's airway suddenly closed off as his friend lifted him by the throat with one hand. "Repeat it, and I don't care who you are Con. I will feed you to the dr

He looks up at me slowly. "I do not like the way she runs her country. It makes me mad that you all think that humans are something to walk over. Yes, sure I am a dragon now, but a few months ago I was human. We are used as sex slaves and cleaners for your species. There is nothing good about that. So sorry for advocating for the species I call my own. I will fight with everything in me to free humans." I pushed my hair back and walked out of the room. I looked around me. I do not know where to go. I went in search of an employee of the castle. Nothing, it is like the place is empty.

My dragon spoke. As I gave her complete control I could feel the excitement coming off her in waves. She was born for this. She looks back at Alaric teasing his dragon. “Catch me if you can!” Then she leaped off the cliff shifting into our beautiful purple and violet dragon. She harnessed the powers between our three spirits, human, dragon, and witch. Cheating of course. Soon enough the chase began. Draco wasted no time grabbing ahold of us. Once he bit into our neck, I could feel every part of us melting together. Our bodies began to glow brightly together, and I could feel his panic through the bond. Apparently this isn’t suppose to happen. However, my spirits called to his dragon.

His eyes narrowed sharply. "How could that be ... ?" Sherthec smirked. "That's easy, because that little dragon with you has a little bit of me," he replied. He advanced step by step towards Felen and Igle. A step that made a loud thud from its big feet. Slowly Sherthec's body shrunk, and a few steps before he reached Felen, his form turned into a tall human with sturdy broad shoulders. His burly muscles were perfectly molded from under the man's black shirt.

Then a risky thought entered his mind something he hadn’t done in many years, he didn’t have time to ponder it, he couldn't lose another person again, he was ready to do anything he could to save her. He leapt into the air, and slowly his skin was covered in black scales and spikes, his hands turned into the forehand of a dragon, three powerful fingers and sharp claws on each of these fingers, to grab and lift anything. His hind legs had shortened, they had transformed into a dragon’s. His torso was large, many times the size of an average human. His powerful head contained sharp teeth that could easily pierce through anything he bit into. He flapped his very powerful wings.

He grunted, "Those little shits!" I left him and went to stand in front of Saraya. Her eyes were blazing blue inferno and sweat beaded over her temple. Jared, Anton and the rest of the men were covered by her shield. The dragon was evidently programmed to burn us all, including its rider. Lowering my head to press a kiss to Saraya's lips. I leapt upward through the barrier, shapeshifted into my true form and straddled the dragon. It shrieked loudly trying to throw me off and in the process bellowed fire at the Vrionis flying balloon, causing it to combust and crumble. Its shards rain down on the snow-covered ground. I reached for the contraption around its neck and ripped it off. As soon as

I often wonder what others would think if they came across a scattered pile of two men’s clothes and their owners nowhere to be found. Bjorn steps up on top of the raised edge of the parapet and gives in to his beast. Scales cover his body as it triples in size and shifts into a dragon. His wings stretch out and he pushes off with his hind legs. As his spiked tail clears the stones, I step up onto the ledge and go through my own change. The familiar burn and pain of the shift courses through me. Fire flows in my veins as my body expands. I’m not as large as my friend, he is the Wyrmleader of our Thunder. His thunder. I am the orphan that his father took in and raised as his own.