Werewolf Dragon Novels & Stories

" That would have been true had it been Sophia was not a special born. " The words hit everyone. Special borns were werewolves who possessed double of what others could have . They always had the strength of alphas running through them. " Special born?" Vieira asked. " You mean that bitch is a special born. " Nadia said. " Watch your words, Nadia." Derek growled.

If it thought it was me then. "Who am I and what am I?" I asked. " Danae Ravdylon. Bearer of the Ice Dragon." It managed to sound dry even with its kind of voice. I folded my arms and nodded. "So, you're an ice dragon and I carry you. Fair enough." It flapped its wings again. "I am 'THE' Ice Dragon. The only one. The bearers may expire but I live forever. Only I. For another to be born, I have to expire."

It was a creature unlike anything Amelia had ever seen before – a hybrid of werewolf and witch, a being infused with both dark and light magic. Drake's protective instincts kicked in, and he positioned himself between Amelia and the unknown creature. "Who are you? What do you want?" he demanded, his voice filled with authority. The creature let out a chilling laugh, its voice an eerie blend of human and beast. "You thought merging your powers would only bring light and peace, but you have awakened forces far beyond your control," it sneered. "I am the embodiment of the chaos that resides within your unity. And now, I am free."

Maxion said, facepalming his self. “I'll have to agree with you there.” I replied. “A good number of these slaves were people we captured from opposing werewolf packs or people who committed heinous crimes so they should be happy I didn't kill them.” “Exactly what we were saying earlier.” Chief Dara said. “Give them a little and watch them work all over you.” I nodded in agreement while watching their supposed leader talking to some people beside him. “Who is that man?” I asked. “Um…I really do not know?” Chief Dara replied.

Then the last one, well, I smiled as I saw him. “You heard the name BLACK DRAGON right?” our boss continued. I can clearly see their reactions. The tall guy just raised an eyebrow. The mohawk guy looked straight to our boss. The last one just smiled and the youngest boy looked excited. “Black Dragon?! Who wouldn’t know him?! He’s a legend! One of the few we look up to! He can be lined up beside Shadow and Eclipse! An expert and a genius! You’re going to introduce him to us?!” he finally said. I smiled. If only you know. I thought.

that could be their weapon, power to dominate. “That is what other werewolves believe,” he threw light on me when he said that, of course, like humans, we have different beliefs. But, for a werewolf to say this, for the creature who killed my mother to say this? “I don’t know what you’re getting at but I loathe your kind,” I calmly said. “Too fearless of you to say that.” He calmly stepped back. My eyes widened when he shifted into a werewolf, his eyes remained the same but he became huge and his fur is a mix of grey and silver which I haven’t seen before. Due to my instinct, even without weapons, I used my fighting stance in case he attacks.

She had to be losing her mind. She looked down at the book again and carefully turned the page. "As only a few mythical creatures can claim," she read, "werewolves have been described throughout different parts of the world for centuries. In the last century, several werewolf sightings have been recorded. The werewolf legend has spread across borders, even across seas and oceans. The shapeshifter wolf has the ability to change form at any time. Aggressive energy or anger may increase the likelihood of causing an unintentional transformation, so such shifters are cautioned to practice extreme discipline and self-control. Black and white werewolves, particularly, are also able to maintain the

She knew she could only get away by going up then down to try and avoid him. Wolferan was a dracion and Leanunya knew he had been tracking her for years. He never gave up even though she had outsmarted him every time they had crossed paths. He was very stubborn, more so than a mule. Once he picked a target he would either catch them or they would die; he never gave up on a target he had chosen. He was a black and gold scaled dracion with black dragon wings and it was rumored he was immortal.

They make him even sexier. Zuriel has a huge dragon tattoo on his back. I can't stop looking at it. It seems so fierce and alive. Why would a werewolf get a dragon tattoo? I slowly kiss it, and every scar on his body. He shudders. His willpower would snap anytime soon. I can feel it. I suck in a deep breath as I take him in. I caress him gently, and his breath shudders under my touch.

No one could stand against the strength shared between a DragonBorn and their dragon. No one, until the Werewolves fought back. While the other kingdoms cowered in fear, the wolves refused to bow, even as thousands of them burned. Hope was almost gone, until a lone werewolf-witch hybrid stepped forward. Her name was Nali’yum. She knelt on the battlefield, slit her own throat, and released a powerful curse that split the skies. Thunder roared and a storm began as she screamed: “For six hundred years, no Golden Dragon will be born again! When one finally returns, it will be born alongside a Werewolf, one tied to both fire and fang. And the future of the DragonBorns will rest in the hands of th