Dad From How To Train Your Dragon Novels & Stories

I knew that she’d be beautiful, but I hadn’t expected this. I didn’t have long to take in the glistening garnet color of her scales as she circled around Vega and her father. Vega’s dragon, a harsh dark contrast to Amelia’s. Abner growled at her, swiping his clawed hand against her flank. Flinging his daughter away from him with a roar. It had been too long since he’d shifted, and now it was taking him longer than normal. Amelia dove in. She wasn’t as graceful as Vega, but she was quickly learning her size as she dug claws into his body. Blood spurting in an arch through the air.

The way he looked at me, and the way he spoke to me, everything about him was different, and I didn’t know what it was that changed him; but I was more than thankful for it. “You need to focus on what element you want to use, you can’t use them all at random.” Dad said, breaking my train of thoughts. I nodded at him, and starting a field, I made water rise from all around me, circling us, turning around before it rose to the sky, forming a dragon’s shape. Crystal, who was on my shoulder, looked at me then at the dragon above. “That’s me.” “Indeed it is, little one.” I told my dragon who purred and rubbed her muzzle on my cheek as a dog would to its owner. I looked at dad who nodded before cr

Somehow, that translated to exploding blood. "What?" I found it difficult to picture. "When he gets cut, the blood can explode on his command. It doesn't hurt him though, but… you can imagine how useful it can be." I smiled to myself, hoping that I could see such an action. "And the rest of them?" Damon breathed in quickly and then exhaled before speaking. "Idris is quiet. His father is an African man married to an Icelandic woman. He spent too long reading about Norse mythology and somehow, that knowledge translated to him.

“You’re the one who fought in the sky, right?! That fire flower explosion!” Darrion chuckled. “Yeah… Did you watch that?” Ruta nodded his head a few times. “That battle is one of my favorites! How can you fly so high like that?” Darrion smiled. “I’m the master of the sky,” he earned a nudge from Jai, prompting him to change his answer into “I just trained a lot.” Ruta laughed. “Wow. I can’t believe I’m meeting two awesome people. I wonder what will my big brother say if I tell him this.”

"Then do your internal sensors trust the data file from your mom or the data file from your dad?" "My dad, I think. Because his system tracks as ten times nicer to my station," Daniel states firmly, nodding his head. "Because if Hayden’s dad was truly Ada Lube, there exists absolute zero mathematical way Hayden wouldn't want a legendary father like that asset! Ada Lube is totally amazing on the mountain! He stands as my ultimate lifetime idol!"

“I know, but… I want to be able to protect myself, too. Just ask your Beta or someone to train me.” He shook his head. “You can’t train, Ria.” I gave him my best pout. “Please, Darius.” He smirked. “Only if you call me ‘Daddy.’” I gagged. “Ugh, stop being gross.” “Guess you’re not serious then,” he said with a shrug. “Fine. Please, Daddy, can I train?” I asked with exaggerated sweetness. He laughed. “Okay, okay. But I’ll train you.”

he simply replied. “Dagon play outside!” the young whelp happily said in his child form. “I fly until sun come up!” “Just don’t let too many people see you,” Johan reminded him. “Remember, you being a dragon is a top-secret. Okay?” “Yes, top secret!” replied the child. Johan then said something in dragon speech which made Dagon change and fly off as soon as they reached the open. “W-what did you just say?!” Xander asked, amazed.

I yelped and patted it out quickly and held him tightly, trying not to run off this time. "The best thing to do is to also make sure you're the dominate one." Sylar told me. "Don't run off when he's mad at you and make sure to let him know you're upset at him." He pulled out a jar of a herb then. "This stuff is from the dragon realm. It's been hand picked by wizards and traded to our family. Mother dragons feed it to their young so that way the whole nest doesn't burn up when the hatchlings are playing and get mad at each other. We call this stuff D-T. It stands for Dragon Tamer. Bland isn't it?" He chuckled. "Heat this up on the stove with the milk, stir it well okay? Don't let it all colli

“Now, let's finish this breakfast PRONTO! I heard your father would take you to train today. I wonder what type of training he would subject you to.” After breakfast, Dad gestured for me to follow him to the edge of a stunning cliff. The morning sun painted the landscape with warm hues as we stood at the edge, overlooking a vast wilderness that stretched far into the distance. The air carried a refreshing scent, and the distant hope that somehow, this training would bring something good in the future. "Damon," Dad said, his voice carrying a mix of wisdom and determination. "Today marks the beginning of your training. A journey that will test not just your abilities but the essence of who you

The dark-haired one’s lips curl into a smile. “You’ll refer to us as ‘Daddy,’” he says, running his fingers through my hair. “If you feel you’re close to finishing, beg for permission. We won’t give it, but if you’re lucky, we might go easy on you. Take what you want without permission, and you’ll earn yourself a punishment.” I nod, swallowing. “Okay… Daddy,” I whisper, feeling his approval settle around me as he leans in, his fingers stroking along my cheek.