Young Adult Dragon 5e Novels & Stories

"Like he was tortured?" Stefanos glanced at Wraya, who begin moving backwards like as if trying to cover himself with the trees. Stefanos knew this was a sensitive topic for the Dragon, the topic about his mother. So he just nodded, not really saying anything in the matter. Draco continued. "According to the study, a Dragon hatchling takes up to twenty five years to finish their hibernation process before they turn into full fletched adult dragons. Their life span is up to two hundred years. How old do you think is this one?"

Then the last one, well, I smiled as I saw him. “You heard the name BLACK DRAGON right?” our boss continued. I can clearly see their reactions. The tall guy just raised an eyebrow. The mohawk guy looked straight to our boss. The last one just smiled and the youngest boy looked excited. “Black Dragon?! Who wouldn’t know him?! He’s a legend! One of the few we look up to! He can be lined up beside Shadow and Eclipse! An expert and a genius! You’re going to introduce him to us?!” he finally said. I smiled. If only you know. I thought.

They have been trapped in this drab and stuffy room for nearly two days straight, deliberating and strategizing in endless circles for a solution that does not arrive. When it seems to her that the only solution to the problem is standing outside the room. "And why not Lady Alcina?" She says. Nordin stiffens. Duchess Clair's face pinches into something displeased. "What of my daughter, Lady Darla?" "Why not include her in these strategies of yours? Surely, the dragon her Gift commands is an advantage that cannot be wasted." Dragons, an ancient and legendary race, whose roars have been said to be sufficient to shake the very heavens the gods live upon; whose might, the stories say, were so gr

Dude #2 yelled back suddenly. “Guys, we have no choice, we either do this or die when we go home, and if we run.. he’ll find us” dude#3 said. Unable to handle the truth of what awaits them, he started walking away from the other guys. ‘Sapphire, what are these guys?’ I asked my dragon, uncertain of their different scents. ‘That’s a delta dragon, gamma dragon and warrior dragon. That gamma dragon is the highest ranking one, deltas are like healers and warriors are obviously warriors,’ she laughed at me, making my fists clenched slightly.

I command as I push my full aura. “MY Mate. I’m looking for my mate” he cries as his body flops onto the ground. My aura drops immediately and I eye this sad excuse of a man as he cries on the floor. Ceron comes forward even more as he peers into his aura. I on the other hand can’t help but just stare at him. As far as we all know, every dragon is of the same age. Mr. Slater appears to be much older than us. Why would a dragon be paired with someone almost twice their age.

he says, kissing my forehead, “have your own job. And that is to deliver our precious daughter happy and healthy. So, we’re going home. Yhendorn has been waiting to have his coronation ceremony until you could attend. And now, you can share the good news with him that the Chief is dead.” “Is the little dragon still here? The one they saved?” I ask. “Yes, Kaylani will have to carry her, but she’s never shifted. These dragons have been hatched, not born. So they will remain dragons, we think, until they turn five, like normal dragons.” He shrugs. “But who knows? This is all new territory. These little ones only know our dragon’s language. They will have to learn a whole new language so they ca

Sounded about right. Darren’s hand tightened on my waist, the bones of his fingers digging in just enough to let me know that he was two seconds from going full beast mode. My overprotective mate was not happy. He looked at Thorin, then at Lyra, and then at me, his expression equal parts “over my dead body” and “what fresh hell is this.” “Not until she’s thirty,” Darren said, voice gruff. Gunnar straightened, amusement flickering across his face. “The dragon tradition is sixteen. But we’re flexible.”

Although the Blood Specters could injure him, it was currently impossible for them to kill him. Dozens more Blood Specters were cut down, and the Destiny Dragon devoured them. Adrian glanced at the Destiny Dragon and suddenly noticed that it, which originally had four claws, had grown a fifth. "Bad things can lead to good outcomes, eh?" Adrian's tightly furrowed brows relaxed, and a hint of joy appeared in his eyes. A five-clawed dragon was the strongest among dragons. Now that the Destiny Dragon had grown a fifth claw, Exasword would undoubtedly usher in an unprecedented golden age.

She looked back at me with those dark eyes that had never once in nineteen years pretended not to see something they were seeing. "Mate bonds," I said carefully, "in dragon culture they are not chosen. They are recognized. The dragon part of a person identifies their counterpart and it is" I paused. "It is not a feeling exactly. It is more like a fact. Something that simply is, regardless of whether either person is ready for it or wants it." Lyra was quiet. "And Drex," she said. "His dragon has recognized" "Yes," I said. She looked at the window. "He is two hundred and thirty years old," she said.

Shreftwood thought to himself as he scrambled for a plan, his eyes rested on the dragons feet, its talons sharper than any sword he has seen, its scales a deep silver tipped with black helping define the muscles in every inch of this animal, working his way up to the dragons head he realised that its neck was a lot shorter than others he has seen before making this dragon seem bigger and bulkier, his jaw seemed slack due to its enormous size, atop of the head it had horns that spiral upwards until they flick back making it look like a crown rested there. Shreftwood was in over his head by now “There’s five of us fighting yet we have an army against us plus Terribor and now a dragon to conten