Young Adult Dragon 5e Novels & Stories

It curled the long black weight of its body in a loose ring around me — not touching, but close enough that I could feel the heat of its scales — and laid its head down across the entrance. I was not getting out. Mother had told me stories about this when I was small — dragons hoarding princesses the way magpies hoarded buttons, keeping them on piles of gold until only their bones remained. I had been five. I remembered thinking the moral was about greed. Now I wondered if it was about escape. I drew my knees up against my chest. My back hurt. My knee hurt where the bandage had soaked through. I waited for the dragon to do something. It only watched me from the cave mouth, its yellow eye hal

Then suddenly, a blast of horn cut through the crowd, instantly silencing the noise. "All rise for His Supreme Majesty, King Xerxes and Her Majesty, Queen Valera!" Everyone immediately rose to their feet and bowed. I looked up, trying to catch a glimpse of the man who had sired the Commander. He looked nothing like Draven. They shared no resemblance whatsoever. King Xerxes was undeniably a good looking man, possessing the sharp bone structure common among high ranking dragons. Despite being centuries old, he still looked impossibly young like he was barely fifty.

With the knowledge of his past lives he had deduced that the birthmark of the dragons must have appeared on his wrist when he turned 18, and that was why the Prophets had been able to locate him. And the mages this time must have remembered their past mistakes and made him undetectable so that the Prophets could not spot him until he was strong enough to defend himself... Just the fact that the golden dragon was on Astoria, which was a world in the intermediate plane of existence, showed how careful the humans had been.

Yuri smiled guiltily. "How will you bring this statue-like witch back to life?" Drake inquired. Yuri laughed; I saw Elena muffling her giggle. "Are you not the Dragon King? Are you unable to employ magic?" Yuri inquired. "I am a dragon, not a warlock or a mage," Drake growled. "What a squandered Dragon King you are. Our Alpha can also wield magic," Yuri laughed. "You want to see the power, you grungy wolf. I'll show you. I can roast you with fire breath like a pig," Drake snarled.

"So where are you in the lineup of fourteen children?" She allowed the subject change, smiled. "I'm the oldest." "Are you guys close in age?" She laughed. "Only our multiple births. Most of the rest of us have no less than ten years between our ages." My eyes tried to pop from their sockets. "Your mom was popping kids while she was in her triple digits? How is that even medically possible?" Drace's laugh was huge and full of joy. "Dragon physiology. We stop physically aging between thirty-five and forty. As long as we don't get any of the humans' odd sicknesses from outside contaminants, we're a healthy and robust group of people."

"Everything just feel so unreal. I can't believe I just rode on a dragon back. Hell! I can't believe I'm a witch. This is all to crazy." "Yeah I get it... although not really, but I understand how you feel right now." I sat up, "You do? How?" I stared at him with so much attention. "You know the men in my family doesn't actually become a dragon till our eighteen birthday..." I guess this explains the little boys and teenagers I can still see running around, I was too occupied by life dragons, that I didn't ask about it.

"Tell me everything your parents told you about my family." I sighed, a shameful blush coating my ears. I could still feel the burn behind my ear. It felt raw, especially as blood rushed in a telltale flush. "They told me a lot of things. And, I'm going to preface this by saying I thought the dragon thing was a metaphor. I didn't know it was a literal thing." Thane laughed suddenly. "So sirens, sorceresses, chimeras, all valid and real, but you draw the line at water dragons?"

And they needed protection from the psychopathic werewolf Akuma Waai. As the sun's first rays entered through the meeting room's window, Dom found himself ready to decapitate somebody, just to put a face to the murderer of so many innocent humans and dragons in the cake shop. Their protection was his responsibility and he had failed to sniff the traitor around him. That is when Freddie entered with a young dragon trailing behind him. The boy was meek and nearly five feet tall, brunette with greyish eyes. Dom almost pleaded, "Please give me some good news, Freddie! Please tell me you found somebody. Who is this kid?"

Ghost's skill was indispensable. The Oak appeared next to the realm of the Dragons, although they are practically extinct, there are still some. My wolf is partly a dragon, which is why his name is Ghost Wyvern, so I had a vision of the Oak near one of the elders' caves. When this dragon wakes up, the whole balance of power will be destroyed, because killing an elder dragon is not for everyone. I still don't know what color the dragon is, but I do know that the magical aura of the Golden Oak is feeding this creature, and it will soon wake up. Not even a Lich with an army of Necromancers will be a match for this creature.

By dragon law, I need to have one in the next five years if I want to continue my rule, if I do not produce one, my insane brother could try to claim the throne, and no one would want that. I am a full dragon and with that, I need to be even more careful. Half breeds: that is what the council wants. That is what is safe. Half noble human and half dragon are what bloodlines are supposed to be made of when royalty breeds. When two full-blood royal dragons mate, you risk health issues along with the possibility of mental instability…. Like what happened with my twin brother Sanderson and me. We were born from the same egg, we look identical, but are nothing alike… he should be locked up in an i