Dragonborn Ages Novels & Stories

"Why?" "Because it doesn't matter. Dragons can easily live until they are 200 or 300 years old if they don't get sick or severely injured. Most forget their age after a few decades anyway. The only age that really matters is 14 because that's when you shift, that's when you become an adult. But after that who cares?" he sighs. "Yeah I guess that's true," I mutter, moving so that my back rests against the headboard. Ash moves beside me and flicks his hand so that a small fire blazes in the hearth.

I would guess twenty-five at the most. “I was born in 1413.” “So, you turned into stone at ninety?” “Yes. I’m still very young for a dragon. My mother didn’t take the throne until she was almost two-hundred.” I feel a mixture of shock and amazement, “What about the years you were in stone? Do they count?” “No, being stone stopped me from aging. I’m still ninety.” There is amusement in Taran’s voice as he speaks. He must like my reaction.

Rotten to the core. I believe Elzar is the oldest creature in the supernatural realm. King Saga was four hundred and fifty five, whilst queen Rebecca was a century younger. I myself was three decades younger than king Saga. Dragons did live a long time, the time limit for a dragon was eight hundred and fifty to nine hundred, some lucky ones lived longer, golden dragons also had a numerous years to live, no one really knows how long, but the last golden dragon died at one thousand six hundred and two and the first golden dragon past over two thousand.

Darryl questioned subconsciously. Yennie looked at the young dragon closely. She could not hide her shock as her voice trembled when he said, "A dragon is the strongest enchanted beast. Their energy and techniques include water, fire, and lightning. Some of the dragons have other special abilities too. However, that situation would only appear once every thousand or ten thousand years." Yennie took a deep breath and continued to speak, "I never imagined that your dragon could swallow the enemies even when it has not reached a mature age. That is quite unbelievable."

They could also feel my mood and feelings had changed. I learned so much about dragons. Did you know they have their first shift when they are 30? That blue dragon that was a little smaller in beast size? Yeah, when he shifted to his human form, a little boy stood there. I would have guessed he was only about six years old, but no, he was 32 years old! At least in Dragon years. Apparently, they age very differently from us, and I was told that as a shifter or human, he was equal to a 7, almost 8-year-old boy. I still don’t remember the details, but I do remember how fascinating it was. Found it! Anyway, he grew tired of our company and eventually slipped away. But it was no problem, and he c

“A dragon reaches maturity at five years of age.” “So, you’re a teenager?” I ask, tossing a second deer at her. I know I’m fanboying again, but I’m so fascinated by these beautiful dragons. I watch as she tosses her head back, swallowing the second deer, her throat gracefully moving as the deer passes through it.

Xaihuang added, tapping his cane meaningfully, "coincides too perfectly with these events to be coincidence." A group of teenagers walked by, laughing about something on their phones. Casey caught a glimpse of their screens—all displaying the swirling DragonCoin logo. "The Twilight Balance Coin," Marcus said, following her gaze. "That's what they're mimicking with their logo. A legendary artifact from your ancestral houses—commissioned to unite fire and water dragons. It's been missing for decades." "Until now," Xaihuang murmured, studying Casey with new intensity. "Tell me, in your dreams, do the coins ever... speak to you?"

She wheezed brokenly, "are my dragon." The dragon made a soft sound at the back of his throat. He wanted to scream in joy. That would make him breathe fire, and he didn't want to hurt her. Celina was gazing at him with wonder, her cerulean blue eyes almost glowing. So far, Javier likes her a lot. "Yes. I am" As their souls connect riders and dragons, she could hear him speak. "And you are big!" Dragons don't ever stop ageing. They slow down after about a century, but ancient creatures have been known to reach mountainous proportions. It's scary.

“We made a deal with the villages to give us troops, people to help us fight against the evil kingdom that had taken the Heart of Magic from us. That was why we asked for sacrifices.” “But… you’ve been doing it for so long. Aren’t some of them old now?” She looked back over her shoulder at the shifter for a moment and then back to the faces below her. “No. People do not age the same way here, in our lair, as they do on the outside. I did ask for youths when possible, that’s true, though I am happy with the others some kingdoms give me, their prisoners. They are strong but need to learn discipline whereas youths must learn everything. I knew it would be quite some time before I was ready to a

I finally took a sip of the aged brew as he fidgeted around some more. "For fuck sake Gavin, you're ten thousand years old stop fidgeting like a twelve year old cheerleader." Believe it or not, my gruff words are the easiest way I know to put them at ease, otherwise they'd shit themselves before they say or do something that might cross me. It's always been this way for as far back as I can remember. And that too with good reason! Very good reason! You see; on the day that I was born, the dragon appeared in the sky for the first time in five hundred thousand years; and fucked up my life.