Young Adult Dragon 5e Novels & Stories

I was the lowest-born black serpent in the Serpent Clan, yet the Dragon Court's most honored crown prince chose me as his bride. He gave up his betrothal to my sister, surrendered his place as heir, and walked away from the Dragon Court for me. I was moved beyond words and became his wife. But after I gave birth to only a black serpent, he flew into a rage. He crushed our baby beneath his foot, then killed me with a single strike of his sword. As I was dying, I saw hatred burning in his eyes. "If I'd known you were this useless, I should've married your sister!" Only then did I learn the truth. I was the woman of fate named in the Dragon Court's forbidden book, the one born with primord

Sky looked at James and asked, “If that creature truly is a ninth rank, he must have existed 1300 years ago. That would also mean that dragon blood allows one to attain immortality.” Sky grew increasingly excited. “There’s got to be a dragon here.”

She asks, looking around like this other dragon just happened to be around and the dragon that just hatched would be lost in the field's tall grass. "They are born as adults. The egg contains the magic that they form from, not their material bodies." Loras answers looking mesmerized at the unseen beauty above them. Astrid unconsciously rises her hand and in an instant, the newly born dragon stops in the air and looks at her. She smiles. Instead of pitch black like Dracos, this one is a dark shade of purple. So beautiful... The dragon flies closer to them and lands right in front of Astrid, holding its huge head so it can smell the tinny girl that continues to smile at it. It pushes the tips

"Alright. It's something I should have learned long before now anyway." "Actually, you didn't really need to know about it before now. Dragons hit sexual maturity at 21, and you've only recently turned 21. As for having children, all I know is that when a dragon gets pregnant, it takes them three months to lay the egg and that a week before due, it's impossible to stay in human form in order to have the egg. Also, female dragons can only have five children in their life and only one child at a time. So it's impossible for a dragon to get pregnant again for the next five years after having an egg."

There were trees that bordered the property all around us and kept the prying eyes of neighbouring land owners away from us. Every year my parents had to attend the Illinois Dragonkin Ball which consisted of seventeen year old teens eager to meet their bonded halves or to complete the ceremony in front of the Elders. According to my father Bazzoit had spoken to Typhon in the dragon realm and they had altered how the ceremonies worked.

As it boiled, Lyric found some bread and began to butter it. “Niarthen told me that your name is Ember?” She asked uncertainly. Ember seemed almost chatty compared to their time on the island, and she guessed that their change of circumstances was responsible for Ember’s change of mood. “It is one of my names,” Ember replied. “I have had many over the centuries.” “Centuries,” Lyric stared at her. “I am not human,” Ember pointed out reasonably. “Yes, I realized that from the wings. But… centuries?” “I am a dragon,” Ember sat across the kitchen bench on one of the high stools. “We do not age, and therefore do not die because of it, much like the vampires.”

I ask, something about this Gia girl rubs me the wrong way. "Gia was a girl that I met a couple of decades ago, she was thrown out of her group home because she was a Mythical. So I took her in and trained her to control her power. Earth is her specialty. Oliver here was someone that I grew up with, He is the last thunder dragon that roams the earth." My eyebrows shot up past my Forehead, the last thunder dragon? That sounds like the most difficult thing ever. Looking at Oliver, the respect that I couldn't find for him in the past, came to me full force. That must have been really difficult growing up! Might have been worse than my childhood!

He threw his hands in the air in frustration as his sarcastic laughter echoed throughout the diner. “Tell me something, Max?” Distaste dripped from my voice when I said his name. “Did you ever think to ask the girl how old she was? No, you probably didn’t!” I answered on his behalf. I already knew the answer after the way he treated me that first time we met. “Did any of you really think when you looked at her that first time? Have any of you done any research on dragons? Do you know that dragons develop physically at an alarmingly fast rate and that it takes their minds some time to catch up? That the poor girl probably couldn’t speak in those first couple of years. She might have been floo