Dragonborn Ages Novels & Stories

As soon as my tail crosses the threshold, it slides shut with a solid hiss, sealing us into a dim chamber. As I take my first deep, shuddering breath, I am instantly reminded of my father’s throne room near the end of his life. My father had been over 800 years old at the time of his death–a ghastly age for most dragons. I myself am only 167, at my physical prime, and still young by dragonish standards. My mate, Carnelia, is around 80 years old–an adult, but more equivalent to a human teenager in development–Dragons live exceptionally long lives, especially those of us from the most noble bloodlines.

Towering strength grew weaker as the seasons came and went as bones went from healthy to brittle. Yes, many things had changed in the thirty years Albian had been here and still, he knew more changes were coming. Ones that carried the heartache of pain and death. Changes to more than just the world, but to the souls living in it. Changes that would shape the future...changes, the world and Albian Keystone was not ready for. “We must enjoy it while we can, Foxfire.” Albian mused. The cold nose of his four-pawed companion helped his feet shuffle a bit faster as he went from room to room gathering supplies for his journey. For the past Thirty years, the two of them had awoken and enjoyed many s

The DragonBorns had been cursed for the past six hundred years, and everyone knew the ancient tale. Six hundred years ago, the six supernatural races lived in uneasy peace. But the DragonBorns grew greedy and unleashed fire across the realm, wanting to be the race who ruled over the others. While the other kingdoms cowered in fear, only the Werewolves were brave enough to fight hard against the DragonBorns, even as they died in masses. Hope was almost lost on the blood-soaked battlefield, until a werewolf-witch hybrid named Nali’yum had slit her own throat and laid a curse on the DragonBorns:

I say by way of introduction. “Hi Naida,” Nova says shyly. “Hi, where were you in the cells?” Naida asks her. “I’m not sure, I hid most of the time,” Nova says. Zephyr and I walk Naida and Nova back inside. Naida turns looking behind us. “Why aren’t they shifting and coming with us?” she asks about the dragons. “They were born as dragons. They won’t be able to shift until they are five years old and most of them are only three,” I tell her.

Rebeka said. What she was referring to was, in the day the dragons originally created Dracoterrum, the races that followed them dedicated the subsequent years to them out of respect, starting with their first who perished to create their world, Golden Dragon called Lokmar, each dragon year lasting for 1000 years before moving down the dragon line of succession, until their current year, Red Dragon 510. “So which race was using their own calendar and created this book then?” Markus asked. “I am sorry my lord, but I do not know who used that calendar system” Rebeka answered truthfully.

He tilted his head, staring at Astor and Arabella with something between confusion and fascination, as if he were studying a species he’d never encountered before. After a moment, he finally spoke. “I have never seen a human baby before. They look so tiny and squishy.” Marlana chuckled. “Really?” Lorien nodded, his gaze flickering between Astor and Arabella. “Draconian hatchlings are different. After they hatch from their eggs, they remain in dragon form for a year. Once they learn to fly, they become little fire-breathing menaces.” His lips curled slightly, almost fondly. “They are raised as dragons—taught to fly, to hunt, to control their fire. They breathe flames at anything that moves, t

My guess would be dragon, but I think their scales are bigger than this. I turn to the first page and mutter a curse word under my breath. I read the fancy curled letters with wide eyes. Dragons are one of the oldest shifters, dating back nearly 2,000 years. There used to be only four main classes of dragons, water, fire, air, and earth. But after several centuries, they evolved and split into multiple subtypes. Each main class has its own special abilities, strengths, and weaknesses. The most docile has always been the water dragon, while the most dangerous is the fire.

I say. “I have heard the term elder dragon but I am not quite sure what being one entails if you do not mind me asking,” Gregory questions. “A dragon receives the term of elder once they live for ten thousand years. The older a dragon is the stronger they become elder dragons are the strongest,” I explain. “There is a lot you could learn from a person that old,” Gregory comments. “Yes, I could it is too bad my father no longer allows grandfather to come to the horde,” I say sadly.

In that time period, their wealth can multiply beyond comparison and outpace even the prices of their hoards. Dragon Age Categories Category Size Age Range Wyrmling Medium 5 years or less Juvenile Large 6–100 years Adult Huge 101–800 years Ancient Gargantuan 801 years or more Was this the information I received? The dragons sound good, and now I know quite a bit about them, but how does that benefit me. I guess I'm at least alive since the brass dragon is somehow generous and prefers to talk instead of fight.

he asks, now removing his hands from my thighs and placing them on the table instead as he leans over me. I frown. “I think I was around eight when I heard that a Dragon King had risen in the east. A species that we were certain had died out long ago.” “We never died out, but we were weakened after a war with one another and had gone into hiding to regain power for a few centuries.” My eyes widen. “And how old are you?” “I am three hundred years older than you, Wolf Princess.” My eyes widen as I stare at him. “I see…”