Werewolf Dragon Novels & Stories

I smiled up at Nate and then at Eryn, rubbing my stomach as I read more about the changes they, and I, are going through. "They'll be stronger and faster than most creatures in their human form because they are a dragon werewolf hybrid. It says their wounds will heal faster too. If they are somehow able to keep both their wolf and dragon they will be able to heal even deep wounds within seconds. Could you imagine our children being that powerful?" Nate told us.

I never knew there was another one of my kind. A crimson red Dragon is the strongest. Instantly, it hit me that that must be the Dragon Lord. Indeed my father. I haven't known him but was already filled with respect for him. He was fearless. Roughly fifty werewolves were hanging on his wings as he struggled, flying high to shake them off. I noticed other silver and gold dragons at the entrance, trying to prevent any werewolf from entering but they were being overpowered.

It showed different drawings of what a werewolf looked like in different cultures and countries. "Unless we need to transform into a wolf to fight, we're completely harmless," he added. "I want you to know that there are two powerful wolf packs that exist. There's the Dragon Wing and the Phoenix Flame," he then opened another book with different faces that I wasn't familiar with, except for Alpha Finnley and Luna Diana.

The pack members of Alpha Leeno have been in a panic not knowing where to hide. The golden flying dragon, was in an obvious rage as it spitted more fire once again. Gerthel’s attention was caught by the golden dragon that was spitting fire at that moment. Outright, Gerthel’s heart knew who was the golden dragon. It was Boss Dar. Her mate, who she knew now to be a hybrid one too - A werewolf and a dragon at the same time. Gerthel’s heart pumped so hard with excitement but was suddenly interrupted when she heard the commotion made by Alpha Leeno’s pack members. Gerthel made a move to save the innocent pack members of Alpha Leeno. With Gerthel’s one chant, Alpha Leeno’s body floated more into t

New changes needed to be made and maybe this could one of them. Drake knew this new change, mixing the wolves and dragons, was dangerous. They both knew, but to live apart? It was too much. The new pack house would house both dragons and wolves with their bedroom on the upper floor. They would have to be careful of conflicts later on. Dragons and wolves had rival tempers.

‘How dare you? She mind-linked him snarling, pulling her lips back over her razor-sharp fangs. She circled him, ears back, tail swishing as her fur stood on end, making her look even bigger. Serena was born from Alpha blood, and it showed, she was far bigger than any ‘normal’ female Werewolf, but she was no match for the size of this dragon. ‘Do not be foolish, little Wolf.’ Dante warned her as she paced out of sight,

“Alaric Vortemont. The vampire. He’s the one with those molten-silver eyes, always looking like he can peer into your very soul and tear it apart. He’s heir to one of the oldest vampire bloodlines in the world.” Mina jumped in, her tone smooth yet serious. “Then there’s Kade Thorne, the brooding werewolf. Tall, dark-haired, forever shoving his hands in his pockets like the universe has offended him. He’s Alpha-born, dangerously quiet, a real liability if you annoy him, especially on a full moon.” Caleb smirked, thrilled to add his piece. “And let’s not forget Damien Drakaris, the dragon. With his golden eyes and a sharp smile, it’s like he’s always plotting how to set the world ablaze. His f

“Holy hell… I’ve never seen her like this.” Nimah roared and charged. The ground cracked under her weight. She slashed, claws slicing through Elaria’s frost barriers. Elaria staggered backward, barely holding her ground. “So, the rumors are true,” I said, carrying Lyra to safety. “So this is the power of a full-blooded werewolf. She is bigger than Kaid.” Elaira extended her hand, mana pulsing. The ground trembled — vines and roots burst through the ice. “Don’t forget,” she said with a smirk, “I’m still a druid.”

Sera’s POV The ground trembled beneath me, the earth itself shuddering under the force of his presence. Roars echoed, shaking the heavens, as the Death Wolf tossed me around like a rag doll. He had shifted into his true form—a massive black wolf with blood-red eyes that burned like embers in the dark. I had never seen anything like him before. It felt as if the entire world had tilted on its axis at his arrival. Was Mother Nature celebrating his presence or cursing it? I couldn't tell.

I said. Hex sighed heavily. "Dragons are … rare, are you sure it's a dragon?" "Well, considering that I didn't even know werewolves existed until a few weeks ago, no, I don't. But he did have wings, and gold eyes. In my dream he doesn't speak, he just …" I stopped, adjusting my eyes to Luther who looked uncomfortable. "He what, dear?" Hex asked. "He seduces me at first, and when I resist sex with him, he forces me—,"