Drakons Training Site Novels & Stories

Draco. Draco was enjoying watching Titanus teach the new gladiators how to become mortal gods. The training ground was littered with bare-chested males sparring and fighting under Titanus' command. Draco casually watched them from the veranda that overlooked the gladiators' den. He wrinkled his nose when one of the gladiators crushed his opponent's nose, drawing massive blood. Titanus smacked his whip over the ground, urging the gladiators to fight harder. The swinging and clacking of the wooden training

“Master, what would you like us to do? You need only whisper your command, and we will follow.” Evrah grabbed the wood harder, her gaze darting quickly from left to right, trying to get a closer look. She spotted a big shimmering black dragon that seemed to be looking right at her. The big eye blinked, its big frame fidgeting a bit. A huge black and silver mass of scales and muscles sat directly across from her, its ginormous purple eyes had her dead to rites, and they both knew it. “Please don't give me way,” she whispered, shaking from fear. She cursed that her curiosity had gotten her noticed. The dragon blinked a final time and averted its eyes somewhere else as if it had heard her whisp

Drake said flatly. "It is the time you have." Kara led us deeper into the compound, past the normal training areas to a section I had never seen before. The walls here were covered in runes that seemed to shift and writhe, reality bending around them in nauseating ways. "This is the deep chamber. Where we train for the truly impossible."

Kendall said. His announcement was followed by a thunderous round of applause. After they stopped, Kendall started, “We don’t know the legate’s real name or where he’s from. We only know that he’s called Draco and is only twenty-six years old. He trained at Wyvern Peak, which is a place that…” Kendall was engrossed in his storytelling, and so were his students. This was especially true for Juno, who smiled as she quietly listened to the story of the legate.

Overall Lana’s dragon was a beautiful petite dragon. Adonis' dragon had a copper base color with dark green accent scales peeking out underneath the top layer of copper in certain areas. His tail, talons, and body size were all mostly in comparison with Draven but just a tad smaller. Harris quickly looked forward when he felt Draven begin to descend. A small cottage tucked close to the mountain on the north side came into view.

But after this, he paused, when it came to where he’ll write his ring name. He felt quite conflicted on what name to write, but he quickly decided not to make it too complicated. He just formed a name from his surname. He finally wrote, ‘Lone Dragon.’ The dragon was from his surname, Drake. He wrote lone because he was indeed alone with unfamiliar fleets in the sea. After this, he quickly left and forgot about it. The Neo Roman Empire really prepared massively for this training; a ship was left for them to monopolize as their training grounds, showing how much importance they placed on the training.

They returned to the pack. Draken had asked her to get ready as from today her training was starting. She was nervous and excited at the same time. She got ready and strutted to the lounge. Instead of taking her to the packhouse or the training grounds, he guided her to his training room in the basement of their mansion. It was half gym and half place was empty for sparring. Where she was looking at the place, his dark hues were roving over her small delicate form.

“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

Shavath was the house of all dragon hunters—the Heroes of Drava—the title given to them by the Emperor after their victorious war against the dragons. The fortress provided them expansive training grounds for melees, archery, and garrions. Several structures like Acadrim, Librad, Dormin, and Fortresi had served more than enough for sharpening the skills and talents of all hunters, preparing them to predate dragons out in the field.

Isn't she close to the packhouse? "Who goes there!?", one of the men asked and Talia jerked into a full squat. Talia held her breath while cursing her luck. The day started well, but by the looks of it, it won't end on the same note. Even if she escapes the rogues, Drake will give her a hard time. Talia felt like crying. She just wanted to calm down in the forest. What did she get herself into? … Drake was in front of the main training facility for warriors that was nestled in the forest, West from Darkbourne. They just finished with the round of tests for promotions and he was shaking hands with the generals while offering them rare words of praise for their good work.