Void Dragon 5e Novels & Stories

Her hands were clenched at her sides, her dark red nails trembling faintly as she fought to contain her anger. Opposite her, Dragon leaned casually against an antique wooden desk, his cold gray eyes gleaming with cunning. He wore a black shirt with the top buttons undone, revealing a glimpse of his tattooed chest, and dark trousers complemented by a leather belt with a gleaming silver buckle. His silver watch caught the faint light, and his tousled black hair gave him an air of unrestrained danger. "Enough, Dragon!" Jenny exclaimed, her voice choked as her luminous eyes radiated fury. "Can't you stop your ridiculous games for just one moment?!"

“We’ll discuss that later. For now, tell me what you know of the dragon riders, the ones that come and…do what Bisset does. Inspect annexed cities.” “And terrorize the people?” His upper lip curled up in a scowl. “Even so. How many are they, and what do you remember of the ones you’ve seen? Or heard about?” His sneer melted away into confusion. “Ten or so, including the Emperor. Everyone knows that. There’s the dragon who breathes fire hot enough to turn sand to glass and the one-eyed rider who flies with it. There’s the dragon who has shield plates all over itself, natural protection of bone you can’t slice through.” He continued to name several more, until finally she held up a hand and st

The dual element wielder gathered her magic to her feet letting her stand firmly on the ground despite the shaking of the earth. When the dragon emerged from the forest, Sophia was beyond awestruck. The only dragons she had ever met was Elijah and Gregory. And yet they were tiny compared to this one. Where Elijah was black and the epitome of darkness and fire itself, this dragon’s scales were elegant and shimmering in gold under the rays of the sun. It halted a few feet in front of her with its golden eyes seemed to bore into her soul. ‘Lady Sophia Laera,” a male voice boomed coming from the dragon.

Deciding that she needed to take the chance on them being related, or at least from the same thunder, she said, “I’m here with Slate. Do you know him?” The dragon tipped his head to the side, as if he were pondering what she’d said. She knew that dragons could understand spoken word in their dragon forms. He didn’t seem angry that she knew Slate, so she decided to take him further down that road. “Are you part of his thunder?”

It was only a matter of time before he moved to livestock and then people. I sigh heavily again, firstly for the fact I know I have no choice now, and secondly for what the beast may be doing to my home in the meantime. Dragons are large, strong and have big claws and teeth, not to mention fire breathing ability and I only had my dungeon remodelled three years ago.

His pupils grew round and full, like a bird of prey watching a mouse. What was Spencer? What had I gotten myself into? I should have just stayed home and confronted Nolan and my sister. If I had it would suck, but I wouldn’t be about to be possibly murdered by someone who might not be human. A rumbling growl came from deep in Spencer’s chest and he leaned back slightly on his barstool. Watching me with those eerie looking eyes. “I’m a dragon.” The words were raspy and didn’t sound human. It was almost a growl, but not quiet, something animalistic. A warning.

When he wanted to, he could look like a purely murderous creature. His dragon was equally as impressive. He was still small, considering he was only seventeen, but he was a deep ruby red dragon. Garren confirmed that he was a fire dragon, and with time he would be able to emit enough heat to melt gold with just a touch of his fingers. He could already make small flames form in his palms.

As with any battle, there was the knowledge that not all would make it through the day alive. “Trebuchet,” I pointed out to my squire and page, Narayan and Tiryth, mindful of their education. “And Longbowmen. They have prepared for the dragon. A dragon’s weak points are his wings. The scales are very tough to pierce and can deflect most long-distance arrows. His wings, however, are not armoured. The membrane is thin. Minor injuries will not affect his flight, but a large enough tear can ground a dragon, and be very difficult to mend.” We stopped at the decided point, allowing the soldiers to eat what they could, and organising the last details of the battle, setting up the medical tents, and

Zergenth, Protector of The Sky. Draco was surrounded by dragon spirits on the surface of the lake. The five dragon spirits hovered majestically and full of charisma over the surface of the lake. Draco looked at them so mighty and powerful. Each of them was surrounded by its own elements. Fire. Wind. Lightning. Plants. Metal. Rocks. Ice. Snow. Draco's face looked up, eyes wide with surprise, at a loss for words. He had goosebumps all over his body. The dragons’ aura was so dominating and beautiful at the same time.

He roared a sound that shattered the air, shaking the ground and echoing across the mountains. Flames erupted from his body, curling in living serpents, rolling over enemy lines. The sheer intensity of his presence drove foes backward, forcing monsters and men alike to recoil in terror. Yet the dragon’s raw power threatened to consume everything, including Ashenrealm’s soldiers. Elara’s silver energy surged in response, wrapping around him like ribbons of pure light, guiding and tempering the inferno, shielding the allies nearest them.