Dragon Trainers Novels & Stories

Then he begins to climb back up to where Soma and Tyffyn are watching. “I can’t do that!” Soma says. “You are a dragon rider, Soma. A red’s rider. You WILL be able to do it by the time we’re done with your training. BEGIN!” I command. For the next couple of hours, Bynjym nips at Tyffyn, forcing her into maneuvers she wouldn’t normally have done, making Soma fight to hold on. When he finally calls an end to their training, we follow them back to the mountain.

"If I could access these memories without knowing it, then whoever created DragonCoin might be in the same position—channelling dragon knowledge through technology without understanding the consequences." The car hummed as it accelerated onto the highway, its engine producing that strange purring sound that seemed to resonate with something deep in Sage's chest. The sensation was oddly comforting, like finding a missing piece of herself she hadn't known was gone. "First lesson," Marcus said, glancing at her. "Breath control. Dragons don't breathe fire—that's a human misconception. What we do is manipulate elemental energies through focused respiration." "Really starting with the basics, aren

After I had arrived at the training grounds, as like I expected, the trainer Greg began to ask me once again if I wanted to help train some of the fighters. That topic was still a sore subject for me as I truly, didn’t want to feel as though I was betraying my fathers pack and its members by helping the individuals who have invaded twice already.

Previously, this responsibility was held by Gamma Darwin, who was lost in the battle when Draven had control over Tribiano. Led by Gamma Darius, the fighters of Tribiano trained with determination. They trained in the thick forests around the town, where the tall trees offered both hiding spots and challenges. Each day, the sounds of swords clashing, fighters shouting, and bodies hitting the ground reverberated through the woods. Darius pushed them to excel, expecting nothing short of perfection. They worked on their fighting abilities, sharpened their senses, and reinforced their unity as a team. The warriors were taught to not only rely on their physical strength but also on their instinct

The following morning at training, the pack was buzzing with energy, their enthusiasm noticeable. Avla and Liam perched on the sidelines, their eyes following the pack's movements keenly. The training ground was a flurry of activity, with members engaged in various drills and exercises. Their movements were precise and fluid, a dance of strength and agility that captivated anyone who watched. Tanner, filled with a newfound vigor, was particularly active, darting in and out of sparring sessions. His movements were swift and confident, a testament to his growing skills and maturity.

She squeezed his hand one last time before leaving and everything went black. "Hey little man you ready to wake up?" Blake asked him. Toby was still disoriented, his eyes didn't work properly yet he was just sleepy and needed to sleep. He heard people talk around him but he didn't want to wake up yet so he stayed asleep while Blake carried him back to the car. The classification results would come in one week along with a recommendation to some dom/sub that might be a good match for you. It was a way to help everyone get their perfect match and assure no one stays alone.

she mostly told the truth even as she watched their reactions. Drake spoke, seeming to relax “Really? How long, you been training him?” She spoke “A year or two now I believe” Drake frowned “why for so long?” Leanunya replied “that was how long the training was needed. And how’d you end up here?” Drake looked at her, “we are traveling and went through the forest for a short cut.”

His master, Orkot, had once taught him a brilliant formation called the Dragon Trap Formation. The Dragon Trap Formation, contrary to its name, was not actually a formation used to trap dragons. Orkot had said before that there were thousands of different clans in the universe, and the dragon clan was the most powerful of them all. That was because the dragon clan was blessed with powerful willpower. They would never bow down to any other clans, which had done so in the past. There were even some clans that had special evil sorcery to control others, even capable of controlling their victims' spirits and consciousness.

“Oh, hell. Land and transform, you little demon.” Rodic obeyed, swooping down and shifting back into his Draynor form. Trace and Mikan followed. Straider, Trace’s sentinel, stripped off his shirt to cover the boy’s nakedness while the kings wove their skin into the appearance of clothes. Through the mind-link, Trace broadcasted that Rodic was safe and ordered the trainers to meet them in the throne room. Inside the throne room, Queen Brieanika and the three trainers awaited, their faces grim. Rodic, however, looked delighted.

Every time Vincent touched my hand or shoulder, while trying to guide me to a proper stance, Dragons hands would clasp tightly on the armrest, knuckles turning pale as though he was only one second away from tearing Vincent off the platform. I could feel his fury even from that distance, and crazy enough, it sent my heart in a turmoil. He looked like he was going to lose his mind the next second. I suddenly felt good. The training wasn't what made me in a good mood though, it was a particular King with deep blue eyes. Dravon. He said he came as a spectator, not a supervisor, promising not to interfere with the training. As the training commenced, I could see that he was regretting his words.