Werewolf Dragon Novels & Stories

Marcus noted, a hint of a smirk on his lips. "He is," a voice interrupted them. Pascal and Marcus turned to see the leader of the rogue pack that had abducted Pascal. "How long were you planning on hiding in there?" Pascal asked coldly. The rogue pack leader sneered. "Not necessarily hiding. I was simply waiting for your friend. You're a werewolf?" he asked, surprised. "Of course he is. Are your senses so corrupted that you couldn't tell? Oh, wait, I forgot, you're just a rogue werewolf. Your senses are as bad as your reputation," Marcus chimed in.

The werewolf king greeted and motioned between him and the rogue king. "Well, I am here to ask you both for your army. My daughter, Derric, and I have decided to start a war against the vampire king. It is time for them to stop disrespecting me, and their mates." "I have been waiting a long time for this. The vampire king has taken away one of my people's mates by making him marry the princess. " Everyone is looking at me after I growled at King Brandon. "Sorry for the disrespect, King Brandon. The princess is my mate. I just don't like anyone talking about her like that." I apologize and bow down.

He brought him somewhere unknown and he growled and ran towards the Cave, in his head he was chanting for their mate. Adrian entered the cave in hurry and finally saw Elysian, laying on top of a werewolf, getting raped brutally by five men on the floor. A loud growl snapped the five men, they quickly pulled away from the unconscious figure of Elysian and looked at Adrain in fear, the wolves freaked out to see a huge dragon glaring at them, how the fuck there was a dragon here?! While the three wolves knew they will die that day. No one should mess with Adrian, as they have witnessed the death itself, for they have met the legend they have only heard the stories about. The dragon.

I said, "Better get ready." That was when we heard Adam's warriors trying to sneak up on us. The dragons reported that the vampires were trying to surround us. We have ten dragons, on the ground, waiting for them. Vampire speed is faster than a normal werewolf's, but not necessarily an Alpha's, and definitely not faster than any kind of dragon. The dragons were on the edge of the wood line. They disguised themselves as boulders until the vampires were right on them. That was when they stood and started blowing fire directly on them. It didn't take long before they started defending themselves against this by trying to control their minds.

So they devised a technique of attacking the Dragons in secret, since the Dragons were too powerful they began to take them out one after the other. Dragons were said to be mysterious creatures. They lived in mountains and barely interacted with others, they didn't live in groups like the Wolves did and only took in mates once in a lifetime. A Dragon couple would only be capable enough to have two children or maybe even one in their entire lifetime, so their population wasn't much. But they could transform into fire-breathing Dragons After all and so everyone else was afraid of them. When the Dragons came to learn of the Dark Wolves' attacks, they were enraged and declared war against them.

There’s a three-headed dog, or wolf, I’m not sure, a lion with bat wings and what looks like an attempt to recreate a dragon but in a smaller, much less beautiful creature. Troy's werewolf warriors come in with the harpoon. I watch as Kenna dodges the first two harpoons they shoot at her. While they are trying to reload, I attack them, ripping them to shreds and tearing the harpoon launcher apart. Kenna attacks the dragon wanna-be. It is no match for my daughter who blows her fire on it, burning it alive. I jump on the back of the lion bird-thing. It has wings but doesn’t seem to be able to fly. It’s almost as if the wings hinder its movements. However, it’s teeth are as sharp as a lion’s,

Their mission was complete, and the Werewolf God Destroyer had once again struck a blow against the werewolf lineage. Deep within the heart of the Water Nation, a battle raged like a tempest, its fury shaking the very foundations of the ancient kingdom. Lyca, the former princess of the Water Nation, her once vibrant eyes now burning with determination, stood as a guardian of her homeland, her water magic swirling around her like a living shield. Beside her, Drake, the enigmatic shadow mage, his movements a blur as he weaved darkness into a weapon of devastating power.

Zeus said. I glare at him. If I tried to fight this bastard, I'd die as soon as I attacked him. Werewolf especially, a hybrid, crossbreed between a dragon and a werewolf was the strongest among us and in the world of shifters. They are wingless but they are huge, larger than the king himself. I heaved a sigh. This hybrid doesn't know how to leave me alone.

She nodded, trying to guess the direction of their current conversation. “They are all real. And wait, I know what you think right now. You may think this is strange, but they are all real. For example, the me who is in front of you right now. I'm a werewolf, and so is Bianca who is a vampire.” "Wolf? Vampire?” “Then my friend who you will meet soon is a dragon. He's already eight hundred years old, but that doesn't mean he's a conservative dragon-type like a normal dragon I have to admit, it's annoying.”

The King of the Citadel, a man she had only heard about in tales and whispers. She had heard the king was one of a kind and was said to be one of the greatest kings suppressing his father's reign. He was a rare breed. A mixed blood of a wolf and dragon and years ago he had lost his mate and it was said his wolf had been wounded by his mate’s death, teetering in agony. She couldn't believe she was in here with him and was meant to satisfy his hunger. A growl sounded followed immediately by a roar and it shook the room and it also shook her.