Transformers Two Headed Dragon Novels & Stories

Complicated creatures, dragons, I think to myself. As I reminisce, we had made our way down to the dragon den and came up to Ying. The majestic animal has only grown again since last I saw him, his sheer size a site to behold! His majesty left everybody who ever saw him in awe. Kal himself made Ying, a very long time ago, in fact at the dawn of time. Second in size only to Kal, Ying’s glistening scales looked almost like gold, but with this green, almost emerald hue to him. His deep green eyes studied me carefully and I fought with all I had to keep him out of my thoughts. Dragons and dragon magic are highly dangerous, even to the creatures like me. One of their traits was mind control, and

Slowly the silhouette of the twin dragons appeared behind her. Thunder boomed across the way, with Lightning circling itself. The Raptors stopped resisting and bowed down to her. The first walked over and stared at Two in doubt of what she was really. Feeling its gaze on her, Two stared intently into its eyes. It bowed down as well. "Haaaa!" Two exhaled deeply in relief. "I do not want to do this again. I will make sure you all pay me back for these bites!" A flicker of Ion light flashed in her eyes.

How could he allow these two insects to manipulate him? Walter grinned and revealed his true form—a Water and Fire Two-Headed Dragon several thousand feet long.

I am grabbed as I scream, telling her to stop. I watch in horror as her neck elongates and her head takes the shape of a dragon’s. Black feathers grow on her head in between golden horns. She leans back, throwing her arms wide as wings unfurl from her shoulder blades. She roars again, spitting fire into the sky.

It was a tattoo of a red dragon. The red dragon shut his eyes, letting out a smoky breath. When his eyes reopened they were green with a black slit in-between, like that of a serpent. Sharp and pointy wings ripped out from the back of his flesh. Long horns protrude from his head, I watched as he transformed into a fucking huge red dragon. The enormous red dragon bore down on us with a deafening roar. Its massive scales glinted in the rising twilight. He let out a loud shriek, then its fiery breath licked at the air, scorching the ground beneath its colossal form.

A screech cuts me off, and suddenly, the dragon erupts from the water - this time with two heads. Adrian hisses. “Fucking Hydra...looks like this will be a harder battle than I initially thought,” he looks at me. “And I’m going to need your help to defeat this thing. It’s here because of you anyway - it wants your flesh.”

roared Shadowy Insect, driving Alexander back with the Serpent Staff Sisters, then hurriedly went to check the situation. "It hurts!" The two-headed serpent spoke in human language, looking pitifully as if seeking its master's affection. With the Reverse Scale taken away, its blood flowed accompanied by pure energy. Its body seemed to deflate, visibly shrinking at an alarming rate. "It's okay, you'll be relieved soon." A hint of sorrow flashed across Shadowy Insect's face. Then, madness surfaced as he pressed his hand against the spot where the Reverse Scale had been taken. "The two-headed serpent is a natural anomaly. Given a few more years, it would've transcended into the level of Empyrea

She saw the red dragon soaring down for another attack when she suddenly transformed into her phoenix and broke through the wall. Fueled by anger, the Phoenix flew directly into the red dragon, slicing his neck open. He tried to sink his teeth into her, and she kicked him with both feet. He quickly sunk his talon into her thigh, and she screeched in pain. The dragon hit her in the head with his powerful tail and knocked her out. Cyrus had her now, and he took off with her in his talons.

"By the gods… Half-beasts with Aetherblood!" All the beastfolk beheld the omen as cheers thundered across valleys and peaks. "The gods have returned! Our people will rise again!" "Draken Vorgath of the dragons is undoubtedly the chieftain!" The three hatchlings waddled from the hatching chest to my feet and nuzzled my hands affectionately. With a bright shimmer of white light, they transformed into three plump, rosy-cheeked babies. I melted on the spot. Kissing one, then another, I touched their faces as if I could never get enough.

He wants everyone to remember that I could kill them all with a simple command from him. When he paces in front of me again, I see a glimpse of my image on his chest. Unlike the other fire dragon images where the dragon looks like they are ready to go to war for their rider, mine is tame. There is no fire. I’m not in flight. I’m merely standing on his chest, a shell of the dragon I used to be.