Werewolf Dragon Novels & Stories

CHLOE The Wolf King walked into the room. His eyes scanned the room landing on Nara but there was no concern or love. Instead, he seemed happy. Almost as if he had gotten rid of a pest and not the mother of his three sons. I stood frozen by the corner, my wolf growling angrily as the Wolf King moved. His eyes landed on me before staring back to the huge dragon. "Dragon? Dragon eggs?" The Wolf King asked. My lips parted open, but no words came out. If he found out the sire bond not only worked on werewolves but also dragons, I would be in trouble.

Then a fourth one large head emerged from the dark pool and growl at Dark. Smiling back at the dragon in the pool who spat out Barwolf. If not for the clothes he had worn on the night Dark took him, you wouldn't have recognized him. His eyes were gone now and his body was all filled with open wounds which had refused to heal even though he was a werewolf.

“Hey, dragon—” Before I can finish my sentence, a large werewolf jumps out of the bushes. It storms towards the baby dragon, ready to tear it apart. Fear courses through my veins when the little one falls on his back, and suddenly, I burst into my own werewolf form. No one hurts my dragon!

The music played with deep bass and Fenna started talking in a deep voice, “Once werewolves lived in packs of thousands. They were superior beings loved by all. But with great beauty comes jealousy. The human race got jealous of the werewolf’s majestic appearance and the unity that lived among them. A war broke out and our numbers rapidly decreased. The moon goddess was determined to not let her creation go extinct, so she made a werewolf greater than the gods themselves. A werewolf mighty and pure of heart. Her revenge rained down on earth in the form of a massive red wolf with eyes like a raging fire. Agnitus was born. Agnitus saved the werewolves, burning anything or anyone who dared to s

Alpha king Ozar. I am known as Alpha King Ozar throughout the connecting territories of the adjoining homelands tied by rivers and borders. I am the last kind of the dragon wolf bloodline. A dragon bloodline wolf is a mythical creature that combines the strength and ferocity of a wolf with the majestic power and resilience associated with dragons. I control a kingdom of wolves who are at the top hierarchy of the food chain, the Kingdom of Orizon—a generation of dragon blood wolves whom are built differently than the average wolves.

Over the next few years, he and Morgana worked together, hunting down and killing the remaining demons until only he was left. But one night, Dracula let his guard down. Morgana sneaked out of his room and opened the castle gates. Outside, an army of wolves was waiting. Leading them was Syrax, a dragon who wanted to kill the last demon child, Dracula who held the power of Silver, the dragon of water and life. The plan worked perfectly. Dracula had never seen these wolf creatures before and didn't know they existed and his own army had no idea how to deal with them. With Syrax and Morgana Hellsing working together, Dracula was defeated.

He took Sean's silence as a command to continue. "We knew that they have deadly fangs and their scales are sharp enough to cut through steel. But we didn't know that they breathed fire too," the examiner revealed. "What?" There was a hint of surprise in Sean's voice. "They have a specialized gland that enables them to emit fire, similar to dragons," the examiner told him. "Tell me more," Sean ordered, his expression grave. The creature seemed to be a terrifying blend of werewolf, vampire, and dragon. "I think they are created, not born," the examiner confirmed his doubt.

their end. His eyes are bloody and his color black is very long. He is taller than an ordinary werewolf..as if he was just a giant dinosaur. He regained his breath and crawled weakly and hugged his companion, who seemed unaware of what was happening He pulled her tightly on her bosom, very afraid of her. He was afraid that he would hurt her, because he was right behind her It's the legend they haven't seen The legend of the devil's wolf.. He did not understand anything, why he went out and what connects him with his companion!

I released a ragged breath, a tear escaping my left eye. "I. Said. Beg for it witch." His eyes reflected a dark shade of red, sending heat signals all over my body. I felt like a werewolf and he was my mate. He is the hunter and I'm the pray. But in the case he is a dragon and I am a witch... what an unlikely alliance we have. He rubbed my clitoris vigorously, his finger moving so fast... from tiny clitoris to the opening of my cunt, causing a higher frequency of lust and pleasure to arise in my body.