Young Adult Dragon 5e Novels & Stories

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: 1,250/100,000,000 RACE: Dragonkin BLOODLINE: Mutated Serpent BLOODLINE RANK: Level 13 LEVEL: Ascension (Level 92.25) 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 “Let’s try our own fire breath,” Mane smiled from within the mouth of the fire dragon. His eyes blazed with the fervor of one hungry for completion, and his hands burned brightly like the sun.

Put a heavy hand on my shoulder. “He’s a golden dragon, Leah. An army of frost wyrms is no match for him. They’re creatures of ice, and he breathes fire hot enough to melt steel. He’s young, yes. Inexperienced, yes. But his instincts are ancient. The dragon knows what it’s doing even if the boy is still catching up.” Another explosion of flame split the sky. Through a brief gap in the storm I saw a wyrm tumble downward, fire eating through its frozen scales as it spiraled toward the mountainside. The ground shook when it hit.

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.

“They are raised as dragons—taught to fly, to hunt, to control their fire. They breathe flames at anything that moves, testing their strength against one another. By the time they shift into their human form at the end of that year, they are already teenagers—fully capable of taking care of themselves.” Marlana’s brows lifted in intrigue. “They age that fast?” “Dragons live very long. We grow quickly in the beginning and slow down later.” His tone was matter-of-fact, but his eyes were still trained on the babies, watching the way their tiny chests rose and fell with each breath. Marlana cradled Astor closer and he cooed, probably confused by the big tall man staring at him intently. “I guess

It was required of all future Kings to learn at a younger age since a Dragon King could die at any given time. My father became King when he was only ten years old, I became King shortly after I turned eighteen. His father had become King only a few days after he been born. While technically my grandfather had been too young, someone had stepped in to take the role of King at four years old. Dragons matured faster, so it wasn’t unheard of for a child to run a Kingdom. Unlike humans, Dragon Shifters could talk and walk within the first month after birth. Our brains develop quickly, so we never truly get to have the kind of childhood that humans get.

“Our daughters are children,” Aurien turning to address Leamoira. “Dragons mature at the same rate as humans. I find it difficult to believe that the prophecy intends for our children to fight monsters before they are fully grown.” “It would be difficult for a child to wield a sword,” Leamoira agreed. “There is no measure of time to the prophesy, but I think it’s safe to assume that it will be a number of years until the heroine is ready to fulfil her future. Which leaves us with what to do in the interim?”

I spent hours studying the text. I learned about Alice's Dragon, referred to in ancient languages as the 'Rare Healer of Fire.' This unique dragon was gifted with ancient magic. If the Rare Healer of Fire mated with another dragon, they would be reborn as humans but retain the ability to use dragon magic without their dragon forms.