Young Adult Dragon 5e Novels & Stories

"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

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."

It will be good for him. A dragon reaches maturity and can breathe fire at one-hundred years old. The twenty-five years before full adulthood are difficult. Like most teenagers, they don't want their parents' guidance and they seek adventure, also known as trouble. With Ashrac's mathematical mind, which he gets from his mother, school will hopefully keep him away from too much misfortune. A little trouble is acceptable and expected when you're the fiercest creature in a hundred realms. But moderation is important and sadly can only be taught by making one's own mistakes. Those are always the best lessons and I know because I've learned from plenty of my mistakes.

But in a battle with a master darkness and his army, that was a lifetime. Liv, the ten-year-old, turned her dragon to cut off four new monsters who had materialized in the air and were heading for the younger child on the red dragon. Liv's green dragon spit fire, missed the first two monsters but set the one nearest it on fire. The blaze covered one side of him from his toes to his scalp, forcing him to streak toward the ground to try to put out the fire.

“Now girls, I am a Dhampir like you but, I am a little different. Do you know what a familiar is?” The two older girls nodded. “Well, I have a familiar,” Seraphina pulled the sleeve of her dress down to show them her marking. “Can you guess what it is?” “A Flutterby,” one of the toddlers shouted as she threw her hands up in the air. “A very good guess,” Seraphina lightly tapped her on the nose. “But not quite-“ “-A dragon!” one of the older girls gasped as she stared at the markings. “Yes, very good. So, I am going to shift into my dragon and you are going to fly home on my back with the others. Now my dragon is very big but, she’s very kind and gentle so, you don’t need to be scared, okay?”

NAME: Yellow Eyed Winged Serpent AGE: 600,000 HEALTH POINTS: 100,000,000/100,000,000 RACE: Dragonkin BLOODLINE: Mutated Serpent BLOODLINE RANK: Level 13 LEVEL: Ascension (Level 91.25) POWER LEVEL: 700,250,000,000 WIELDER TYPE: Battle Beast SPECIALTY: Cunning; Agility GLOWS: Fire Breath; Phantom Claws; Full Armor; Petrification; Surge BREATH: Whipped Winds; Fire Storm