Young Adult Dragon 5e Novels & Stories

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.

"I'm sure he did, he was a handsome dragon after all." "The older dragon, decided to keep the handsome young dragon for himself." His eyes lowered as he moved the cloth cleaning my other breast. "He taught the younger dragon all about how pleasure can come from the pain. Taught the younger dragon how to crave it, how to need it so badly that he couldn't control his dragon without it."

"Did you say there's a dragon beneath the cave? I thought all the dragons died out thousands of years ago?" "You also thought that unicorns and werewolves were legends until a year ago. Here we are living among you now, so who's to say that dragons aren't real and walking this earth as well. There is a great dragon beneath the cave and his name is Draco. Draco is a great green dragon with hot fire and tough scales. His eyes are yellow and his tongue is red and he wants all the world of men to be dead. The last time he saw a human he burned them alive. I think you should tell him that you are a witch. That should save your life."

He grinned. Before anyone could contemplate what was about to happen, a deep roar shook the earth. Sending all of them backwards. Slamming them into trees. A black giant dragon suddenly and slowly emerged from the other side of the forest. Approaching the scene stealthily. Its rough skin was dark as obsidian and long claws which could cut through steel. Its eyes burn brightly like hot coals and an earth shattering roar left its mouth, its razor sharp talons which could tear through anything. The sight of the dragon sent tremors through the men and they retreat carefully.

I’m not sure if it’s my mother or the dragon in Torin, but he doesn’t become sarcastic with her. “How old is he?” Tamsyn asks. “Three hundred, three hundred and fifty years old, something like that,” I say, watching their eyes go wide. Well, all except Torin who rolls his eyes, but doesn’t say anything. “I think the bigger issue here is that we probably aren’t the only ones. There will be others. If your stories are like mine, if your parents were murdered so those bad werewolves could get to us, then I’m pretty sure that there are others out there. CAyd and I intend to find them. King Aolis, that’s King Ailduin’s son, has already offered all of the dragons a place to live in Araphyra,” Made

Brawen clenched her fist and turned her back, before entering the stands was Amaris's voice: "You better come back to me safely" and Chris' calm blue eyes. The bright lights and the cheers of the crowd made Brawen a little dizzy, but the hand remained clenched. Minh can do it. Five dragons from the five schools were waiting there, like the Thunder dragon – the dragon with the smallest body but the fastest speed. In the best conditions, they can go up to March 6 speeds.

she breathed, a whisper edged in rage "you barren wretch.” The elder only smiled, undeterred . “Perhaps the mortals need a different reminder of Adistaktos’ power.In the meantime, do train your brood. We’ve long given up on the younger one, but perhaps the first might prove… less disappointing.” “Enough of these meaningless squabbles,” The dragon with scales mingled white and blue, like frost over deep water, rumbled, his voice cutting through the hall like winter wind. He was among the eldest of them all. “We will send our grown progeny to subdue the mortals, not the fledglings. Their time will come.

He had never been kind or thoughtful – like Rhyland was being. “How old are you?” Lillah sat on his lap, looking up at his chiselled face. He didn’t look much older than herself, she would have guessed 18 or 19 but one of the few things she knew about dragons was that they lived for a very long time and aged very slowly. “I am 50 years old.” He smiled, placing a hand on her waist. It was large and hot; she could feel it through her clothes. “It may seem old to you but for a dragon-shifter it is young. I am only just considered an adult at this age.”

"What does that mean?" "Young dragons--well, relatively young, to you they would be very old indeed--have the great desires. It is they who kidnap princesses, crush knights, sack towns and generally make nuisances of themselves. Not unlike young humans, they have to find their way and that often includes some temper tantrums and fits of pique. Over time, they mature and the need to prove their potency to themselves diminishes. Like old humans, they get set in their ways and a nice long nap in the sunshine seems a much better way to spend a day than burning knights to a crisp or gobbling up maidens."

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."