Drakons Training Site Novels & Stories

I simply had never shown it off aside from swimming and that hadn’t happen very often. As I caught back up with Drake, I avoided his hand when he tried to take mine back in his. I am sure I heard him sigh as we walked toward the training area. The building was massive and had indoor and outdoor training areas. I could see men and women training outside. Some had shifted to their wolves and others were training in their human form. You could tell the women as they were slightly smaller than their male counterparts.

Layla's POV: The last few lectures have been about things such as werewolves, witches, and vampires. The Professor has also spoken in depth about the history of Draphend and its association with the supernatural. I am eager to learn more about these beings, hoping to find out more about myself as well as the Draven family. The night Mr Draven hired me he told me of the family's secret. They are vampires. He assured me I was in no danger as they fulfill their thirst for blood on animals. For some strange reason I felt at ease as soon as I entered the Draven manor. I willingly accepted the job and since then I have been reading and studying as much as I can on vampires.

Kiran said. I gave Kiran a pointed look. “I heard you scream like a little girl, twice.” Malachi chuckled. “You’ll be fine.” “So, this fight night thing–” “I’m beginning to think that you’re a born Alpha Zeta,” Malachi said. I’d watched them train a few times, but they refused to let me partake until my first shift. I had to admit I was excited to experience it all. Malachi was sure that I’d exhibit some sort of power because of my bloodline and that had me intrigued.

“Let's just hope, Drake. I just hope that I was mistaken about what I felt, and if you're right, then that's good.” Drake only nodded his head from what I have said. He began to instruct me about what we need to do first. I was comfortable being trained by Drake. It wasn't hard for me to cope up with those basic attacks that he taught me. Drake was a good trainor. He's not that tough but his serious looks made me take the practice seriously.

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 swords echoed in the air.

Zergenth said with a sympathetic smile. “If The Sacred Mana Tree helps Astrid, then I should focus on my own training. I will become the strongest dragon, for Astrid's sake," Draco replied as he stood up and intended to continue his training with burning determination. Zergenth nodded in agreement. "Come on, let's continue!" Draco said with his eyes burning with determination.

Clutching onto his stomach, Drak drew a harsh breath and then suddenly started laughing through the pain, spitting out blood before saying with a laugh, “Then train me.” Immediately, Nina opened her eyes, confused and shocked at the scene before her, darting her gaze between Drak and Ethan. “Haha… Do you know what a martial arts instructor is usually called?” Ethan asked, a trace of sarcasm present in his voice. “Sensei!” Drak said, struggling to wake from the floor, and then he got down on one knee. “Please train me, Sensei.” “Wait? You want me to train you to beat my ass?”

Like for example the scroll, an objective only` heard about but on the Lord Dragons possess. Kade has been to sanctuary, the land of dragons. Dragons never interact with outsiders but at a rare chance they might be mates, it is said they are possessive and be borderline caveman. On the arch gate in bold letters creatively framed along with burnt tips reads dragon clan sanctuary.

And it didn’t help that he sniffed the air and tilted his head just a little, those wicked green eyes zeroing in on me with the smug, demonic confidence of someone who knew exactly what was going on inside my panties. Hell. Everyone could probably smell it. I was going to murder my own hormones. “Alright,” Draken said, his voice rough and commanding, with a rumble that curled straight between my thighs, “if you want to learn how to fight these fuckers properly, we need a visual.” He looked at me. Still smirking. “We need shadow beast replicas. Exact ones.” I cleared my throat, trying not to trip over my own saliva. “Thessaly, love? Could you and your witches conjure us some examples?”

Holographic displays above each station showcase the day’s offerings, and the aroma of roasted meats, fresh vegetables, and herbal teas permeates the air, drawing wolves in from their training sessions. Beyond The Elysium lies the expansive training ground known as The Crucible. Spanning several acres, this area is a marvel of engineering, featuring a diverse landscape that includes obstacle courses, combat arenas, and various terrains for tactical drills. The ground is equipped with advanced training technologies, including augmented reality grids that simulate battlefield scenarios, allowing each wolf to hone their skills in a controlled environment.