Novel & Cerita Dragon Trainers

“Come on, you’ll want to see this.” I wasn’t sure I did, but I followed anyway. The training grounds stretched wide, framed by tall pines and a low wooden fence. Sand and dirt had been raked into a fighting pit, its center already alive with movement. Wolves in human form circled, some sparring, others watching. The air carried the tang of sweat and dust, sharper than the perfume-thick halls of the packhouse. My gaze landed on them almost immediately. Draven stood in the pit, stripped down to his waist, his skin slick with sweat that caught the morning light like oil. Every line of him was cut in stone, his shoulders wide, his movements sharp and precise as he drove Daemon back step after st

As I entered the stage 4 training arena I noticed something, there were several weapons set up around the arena, while some were in wolf form and others in human form using weapons to defend and attack and their trainer was circling the pairs, making notes. 'DROGA!' I shouted in my mind. Kendrick Barone, future Alpha of the SilverRage pack was the trainer. He was 23 years old, with short reddish hair, and a small beard that covered the lower part of his face, it was very soft, his eyes had a light blue tone, like the sky on a clear day, his body was very shapely and perfectly covered by the trainer's uniform. I took several steps backward until I bumped into someone.

“They’re— they’re faster than they should be!” Tora gave a mock solemn nod. “You’ll thank me later. Tiny Primals are the ultimate trainers. They sneak in agility, reflexes, and sheer terror in a single package. Plus, they’re cute, which is basically cheating.” Jax added, smirking, “And relentless. Like the creatures we’re training against—minus the teeth… hopefully.”

I said. “Which is?” another man asked. “To my left is Tank, he’s a born Alpha wolf. To my right is Felix, born with master’s blood. They will head up the wolf and vampire clan individually and I’ll head up the dragonkin clan and together we will be the Grey Tribe,” I said. “What makes them qualified to be our leaders?” a woman asked. “Felix and I trained together in the Elite Hunter’s Unit and worked together as a team. Tank has worked numerous cases with us as an IT specialist, don’t let that fool you though, the big guy over there can be just as brutal and ruthless as the next Alpha,” I said.

“With the help of me and my four brothers. That first video is real, and it is my brother Mitchell. Each of my brothers' dragons is a different color. Mine happens to be red.” I just sat staring at him. “What about those dreams all those months ago?” “My great grandfather had a gift and I think I inherited it. Yet somehow this gift brought you into it. Somehow you experienced what I was.” “And this bonding dream? Are you saying we are bonded for life?” “Yeah. My dragon recognized you even through the dreams as my mate.” I look over at the TV and saw Draco the dragon. “You look like that only red?” He smiled as he looked at the screen, “I would like to think my dragon is nicer looking.”

“It’s hard to stay out of trouble. Training has taken up most of my time.” “What do you do when you train?” I asked, walking over to the bed and sitting on the edge of it. “I have to work out with the thrall. Be available to spar with the others.” “Thrall?” I asked, figuring this was the best time to learn a little bit more about them. “Yeah, wolves have packs. Dragons have thralls or flocks.” He said, plugging his phone onto the charger and sitting it on top of one of the cardboard boxes. “Our kind need to be around each other. It soothes our beasts, makes us stronger.”

“Preoccupied.” “We will be leaving here as soon as we can,” Talen replied. “The Rideten pack has agreed to aid us with freeing Trayrock from the Van Helsings. We will be heading to Trayrock as soon as they are ready, and Morgana is…” He trailed off and drew in a deep breath. “Speaking of which, I must excuse myself. Tell the dragons to meet us in Trayrock. Thank you, Meguitte.” “Good luck.” “Thank you.” He disconnected the call.

Brawen clenched her fist and turned her back, before entering the stands was Amaris's voice: "You better come back to me safely" and Chris' calm blue eyes. The bright lights and the cheers of the crowd made Brawen a little dizzy, but the hand remained clenched. Minh can do it. Five dragons from the five schools were waiting there, like the Thunder dragon – the dragon with the smallest body but the fastest speed. In the best conditions, they can go up to March 6 speeds.

A sharp pain pierces through my skull and I collapse, squeezing my eyes shut. “Lyza! We need to go now!” He is flying right in front of me, when an arrow hits his wing. He lets out a terrible, pain-filled roar and I watch the dark lines start to spread across his wing. “You may stay in the pack.” “I want you to change my mind about dragons.” “Heal well, my little mate.” “Kailo was going to kill you after the bonding ceremony, but this is better. I will get your title without worrying about covering it up.”

"Eleven of them before me. Which means whatever you did to them… it did not work. So maybe try something different this time." He went completely still. The kind of still that a predator goes before it decides. Then he straightened. Turned back to his horse. Mounted in one fluid movement that made absolutely no sense for how large he was. "Bring her," he said to his men. Nothing else. No look back. The envoy began to move. Cecilia appeared at my elbow, gripping my arm with both hands, whispering frantically: "My Lady… my Lady what was that… you called him a livestock trader… in front of everyone… my Lady he is the Dragon King..m"