Spyro Fanfiction Human Turned Dragon Novels & Stories

When I hear her cackling from another room, I know I've lost. On our way out to the fairgrounds, we make a point of taking a route that brings us past the infirmary, to see the babies on our way out. Only now they look less like babies and more like small children. Dragon hatchlings grow swiftly, starting as small lizards and transforming into human children who appear to be around the age of 3 or 4. They have never been able to change into their human forms beyond a patch of skin or a painful burst of hair--until now. Now that they have found their forms, they will say like this, human-weak, until they get a bit larger, in a decade or two they will gain the ability to shift through forms, b

Ignis flew to my side,resting near my pillow as he tentatively communicated through our bond:[If you want to have a little dragonet,we could actually start right now. "Stop!Stop right there!I never said I wanted to get pregnant.Chloe is the one obsessed with having wolf pups!"I cringed hard. Ignis's slitted pupils stared intensely at me.[Don't you want to raise a little dragon with me?One that inherits pure magical power?] I pulled the blanket over my flushed red face and shouted,"We'll see how you perform!Right now,I just want food!I'm starving to death!" Please,how is a human supposed to do that with a lizard the size of a palm?He hadn't even shifted yet!

I vowed as I released her and turned away before I could change my mind. Knowing the others would keep her safe, I vaulted up and over the rubble, making my way toward the gaping hole at the top of the structure. Landing on the edge of a wall that was still slightly upright, I looked around to search the sky for Arion’s Dragon. Using my enhanced Dragon vision, I located him flying away. Launching myself into the air, the power of my Dragon surged through me. Without an ounce of pain, my body contorted as it transformed into a massive violet Dragon. The shifting was effortless and quick, so before I landed on the ground, I was already fully in my Dragon form.

Dragon was different—polite, calm, rational—and that was what frightened her. She approached him and asked boldly, curiosity mixing with defiance, "What are you doing, Dragon? Why do you act like nothing happened? What are you planning?" Dragon took a deep breath, stepping closer to her. With a mix of love and pain, he said, "I’m trying to kill the old Dragon—the cruel one who lost his little mate. I changed, Jenny. I changed for you." She glared at him in anger, recalling his words that she would only ever be Dragon’s whore. The powerful slap. His control. She continued to stare at him but decided to ignore everything, even his ghostly words that made her heart tremble.

A vision shatters over us— --- Scene One: The Birth of the Wyrm A woman in silver robes kneels in a room of starlight and bone. Her eyes blaze with flame. Her belly's round and hard. A voice speaks from the walls themselves. > "One shall bear the beast, and in bearing, bind it. Her blood will not be mortal. Her fire, not hers alone." I take a gasping breath. "That's her," Ingrid whispers close beside me. "Your mother." The woman—my mother—cries out. Not in agony, but power. A shadow of a dragon bursts from her chest and wraps around her as a shield. Not born. Bound.

We’d always had a special connection and she was asking me to let the past go, to let go of Luciana and let her rest in peace, to forgive my family and to forgive myself. “When did she merge?” Nova had sensed the flow between us and even Ally’s eyes flashed between blue and silver. “She didn’t, she was born with her dragon. Scared the crap out of me when her dragon started to appear three days after her birth.” Ryder gave Ally a look and she shook her head. “That’s incredible Wynter and I have to say you really are a very good father. She’s just precious.” “I’ve had help. Chandra and Lauren gives her the feminine rounding she needs.”

he commanded, his thumb pressing down hard on my bottom lip, forcing my jaw to drop wider. I obeyed instantly, trembling as the hot, weeping head of his cock brushed against my tongue. I let out a soft, pathetic whine, my eyes fluttering shut as he pushed forward just enough to stretch me, tasting my own flavor mixed with his potent heat. "That's it," Draco praised darkly, his free hand sliding around to grip the back of my neck, anchoring me firmly in place. "Take it. Show me how loyal my little spy really is."

The dragon said as she waved her hands and the statue became dust. "Farewell, Leader of the Sakhorah Vampdragons, I hope to see you soon!" The Humanoid Dragon said and the mountain Door was open. Vic exited the Cave and he could see Spiro fighting with a beast, it was still a basic tier beast. "Gosh, this boy and his silver sword." Vic laughed to himself before remembering something, "Heck, my eyes." Vic had forgotten that his Vampdragon Eyes was still activated. He knew if Spiro could see him like this, he will be afraid of him.

My dragon stirred beneath my skin, restless and desperate to take flight with my son. I wasn't in a rush to leave but I had to before my resolve shattered under Stephanie’s gaze. “I love you,” I said before I could stop myself. Her eyes widened, breaking open like a wound. “I know,” she whispered. And that was the end of us. I stepped back, tightened my hold on my child, and let the transformation take over. Bones stretched, scales emerged and wings unfurled. The ground trembled under my weight as my dragon form rose, immense and ancient, casting a long shadow over the clearing.

Every heartbeat, every trembling limb, every ragged breath fed into the sword. And then… it stopped. The pulse shifted. Stronger. Stable. Warm. Solid. I staggered back, wiping sweat and blood from my face. Lachlan… he moved. The sword vibrated, then… shifted. The metal morphed, sinews tightening, edges smoothing. A chest rose, then arms, then eyes, bright, fierce, alive. He stood. Fully human. Stronger. Renewed. The dragon’s core had done it. I fell to my knees, shaking, staring at him. The obsession, the desperation, every bloody strike, it had worked. He was mine, and whole, again.