Dragon Trainers Novels & Stories

“Although the teams will be led by the testers, each team will have a main trainer who will call the shots when necessary. The secondary trainer will observe and keep a record of the tester's progress, skills, and errors but won’t correct a tester. If needed they will assist the main trainer to ensure the tester’s safety. The primary tester is only allowed to intervene if the safety of the team is jeopardized.” “I am guessing you already know who the primary trainer will be?” Daxton asked. “You, me, Silas, and Carter for sure. Eric,” I pointed to one of the warriors Silas brought in. “Maddison,” I redirected my index finger to point at Daxton’s cousin. “As for the other two, I will let you c

"You cannot ride a dragon if your lungs are on strike. Panic is contagious, and your calm should be a skill." In my head, it translated to something simpler: Don’t faint in the saddle. Don’t shit yourself when a creature the size of a mountain decides you’re interesting and, for the love of everything holy, don’t be stupid. "You will be trained by my finest students," Carl continued. "Kai, Vivian and Soren."

One of the trainers, Jacob, stepped forward. “I know it must be hard to understand, but you have to trust us on this matter. This training program was passed down by our ancestors. You won’t find any pack with knowledge of training Silvermares other than Silver Rose. We basically know what we're doing. Your mate bond is very complicated. Certain knowledge is required. If you want this to work, you need to listen and trust us with this.” Tristan finally settled down but remained silent. However, his frustration was still clear.

Evrah finally crawled from her hiding place once the sounds of departing dragons, heavy wagons moving out, and the trampling footfalls fell to silence. She had sat there at first, waiting to hear the robed figure speak, or the shouts of the soldiers, or even the screeching of dragons, yet for a long period, none of that sounded around her.

They arrived, and they were the next ones to sign. “Hello, my name is Ricksen Souza, and I'm the Lancer class trainer. Boltra Souza, the Charger class trainer, is to my right, and Samuel Souza, the Raider class trainer, is to my left. Ladzgery's training program is open to everyone. “Could you please tell us your first and last names, as well as your ages?” They were addressed by the man in the middle of the table.

I had a lot to say and I just said whatever I could pronounce without stress. "Are you done?" I nodded. "Katrienair, I am not a druid. I am your comforter and I will only come to you whenever you need me. I am not here to help you out of here. You are on a journey to discovering who you are and you are going to be doing it alone. None will be with you. I'm only here to train you ." "Okay" I murmured. "So your training starts here and now..." "Here?" I asked. I'm chained for crying out loud how will I train. "I'm chained" "I know that.” He said. “you are training in chains. " . ”

"We'll get you sharp again, Tristan. But first, meet the new pack members." Tristan's eyes widened as he took in the diverse group of wolves, each with unique markings and abilities. There was Keila, a sleek black wolf with lightning-fast reflexes; Lila, a gentle giant with incredible strength; and Jax, a mischievous gray wolf with unparalleled agility. Kaida began the training session, pushing Tristan to his limits. They ran through obstacle courses, practiced combat techniques, and honed their senses. Tristan's wolf instincts began to resurface, his body responding instinctively to Kaida's commands.

🦪 DORA 🦪 This must be the cruelest training existing in the list of trainings. When I came back from my last fight, I remember asking to know how to shoot a gun, but somehow I’m doing something completely unrelated to shooting a gun. I’m chasing after a car, Dale is driving, while I'm tied to the car with a chain around my waist. If I stop chasing, it drags me anyway. I can already picture stopping and getting dragged on the rough ground, which would definitely leave me with a thousand bruises. I can’t even slow down.

That was a solid point. "If you really are interested I can teach you how to play, but it can't be tonight. The Dragicorn only shows up once a year, and if your guild isn't strong enough to control the dungeon it spawns in, we won't have a chance for another year. It's not something you can buy into, you need skill." Ryan leaned against the smooth black wall as he watched her. "Tomorrow?" "Tomorrow what?" Trisha questioned. "Teach me tomorrow, after my acting job is wrapped up. You and Kanda always seem to be having so much fun with it, I want to try it out too. Besides, if Kanda can figure it out, I know I can."

He replied. “What is that supposed to mean?” I snapped, feeling defensive and angry towards this man. “Ever liked dragons?” He asked, completely ignoring my question. “What has my likings, anything to do with this?!” I raised my voice at the ignorance he gave me. “It has everything to do with it.” He retorted back. “Excuse me?” “You, little human, belong in my realm now. You’re my mate.” He told me, “I am Tristan Slade, Prince of the Dragons.”