Transformers Two Headed Dragon Novels & Stories

A ripple of movement spreads across the enemy formation. Two figures rise from the chaos below. Not soldiers. Not desperate followers. Generals. I feel their presence the moment they enter the sky. One is fae. The other dragon. They move together like two halves of the same blade. The dragon is massive—old scales darkened by centuries of battle. The fae warrior rides the creature’s back like a shadow carved from silver armor, his spear glowing faintly with ancient magic. They do not rush me. They circle. Studying.

As the prince trying to reach Hana’s hand that is just near him. “I am the king of the desert. I am Sand King! The scorpion introduced himself and laughed loudly. While the sand king laughing endlessly, a quicksand tentacle punches the sand king’s leg that made the king stops from enjoying his laughter moment. The sand king gets very mad like his eyes turn to red as blood, and his body-hair arise. He turned to look who did that to him. A man who is floating on the air while his eyes are close and his head bowing down with a six sand tentacles surround him. It was Chen who transformed from innocent man into a wild powerful earth bender. But he’s out of control.

She would not stop loving him, but she was willing to let him go for his own sake. But Orthros stumbled out of the forest in his human form, looking frightened, and she knew immediately that something was so very wrong. “Orthros?” She called but instead of responding or coming to her, Orthros backed away, terrified, and ran away as if the three-headed hounds of hell were after him. Little did she know, she was almost right, only there were two heads instead of one and soon the knowledge of the abomination that he was—the cursed lycan with two heads—spread across the kingdom.

Silent steps on the grass. "I am Átila. This is Kuzey. We are the Twin Dragons, ancient guardians of this land." Irmak couldn't look away. Between their legs, semi-erect penises swung heavily. Thick. Veins pulsing visibly under the thin skin. Broad, pink heads glistening slightly with moisture. She had never seen men so perfect. So rawly powerful. Their scent invaded the clearing. Burnt wood. Dark spices. Something animal. Wild. Masculine.

Her face was flushed, her skin dripping with sweat as she took off the last bit of her clothes, throwing the crimson leather dress aside until it pooled on the floor, leaving just her clean, colored fur tracing her silhouette. As the fabric fell away completely, the dim light caught the intricate dark ink stretching across her skin—the sharp, unmistakable lines of a two-headed dragon, its coils wrapping tightly around a massive, lethal sword carved right down the center of its form. The tattoo was a violent, beautiful testament to exactly who she was and what she had survived to claim this throne.

The area was covered in thick smoke from the explosion, and suddenly an evil laughter erupted. Sorex stood unscathed, he controlled the smoke and camoflagued himself with it. He went so fast, thrusting Asunda, Fejiro, Bonafide, Bobola with his trident and plucking out their hearts. The three headed dragon attacked Spark and Bella. Spark formed an electric sword and sliced through the first head. Zeus separated his axe into two and sent the two axes through the necks of the dragon, cutting off their heads. The headless dragon fell to the ground with a loud thud displacing an huge amount of dust.

it didn’t take long when my dragon senses kicked it and I felt a very strong Dragon aura… it wasn’t a familiar Dragon aura from my realm yet it was a strong one… I vigorously shook my head and found my hands tied up in iron chain while the blue Dragon in front of me was busy fighting a hideous looking flying head …. this blue Dragon was doing all good to attack him but unfortunately he was bitten by that flying head , who later was about to insert his tentacles inside his wound to kill him… but before that happened I called my Dragon and instantly transformed into my Dragon form…..

I tried my best to take my eyes off his crotch. Suddenly, I heard the sound of bones breaking. My eyes popped out in fright as I watched him transform. My breath became heavy when large scales, thicker than the strongest steel, begin to appear on his skin. His head takes the form of a dragon as wings appear from where his hands previously were. I felt time cease as the transformation took place. Standing in front of me is a thirty-nine feet Red Dragon. There were emon feathers on its head and tail-end.

A Hydras head could be cut off but replaced by two more while a Tydrons four heads were near possible to tear off due to their hard tough skin. A hydra was a subspecies of a fire dragon while the Tydrons was a subspecies of cobalt, which means they did not spit red flames but rather venom and as cobalt dragons, they could not do magic but did have magic running through their veins, similar to middle witches. The King nodded once at this revelation before turning back to face his troops. "Contact Gavin and Louis, I want an update on the search for my son-" "Yes, your majesty, excuse me," Hydra Reye replied bowing lowly before leaving the king's presence.

“I really, really hope that you can be something like my fellow Halflings’ familiars.” Matilda told me that among the three Halflings who already got their familiars, Damon has the strongest. Apparently, Damon has the Hydria also known as a water and forest dragon with three heads – it has a great generative ability that if anyone cuts off its head, it will grow in a matter of seconds with twice the number of the original heads. Damn! Just thinking about him having that advantage boils my blood.