Fanfiction How To Train Your Dragon Novels & Stories

Nessa said pointing to a painting of a Chinese water dragon she had hanging on the cave wall. “Black scales? I know of only one dragon with black scales. That is Fafnir, he became the king of all dragons after his father sacrificed himself to create our world. Unless I am mistaken, which I must admit, is almost never” Al’ik said stroking her chin. “Now that I have something to go on for wound though I read the healing texts and there is only one way to heal such a wound, treating it requires you to be awake, and it will be painful. I will have to stich all broken muscle fibers and tendons back together manually using magic weave.”

Max exclaimed holding his head that Fafnir hit. "Looking at your face made me irritated," Fafnir answered unemotionally. Max frowned at him. Suddenly Fafnir made a serious face. "Don't make your aunt worry about you. Just take it slowly for a while kid because your body could not handle the intense training yet." Fafnir added. Max instantly sat beside him and gasped in shock. 'This dragon could understand my aunt's feeling?!' Max's mind screamed. And once again Fafnir knocked his head.

He threw his hands in the air in frustration as his sarcastic laughter echoed throughout the diner. “Tell me something, Max?” Distaste dripped from my voice when I said his name. “Did you ever think to ask the girl how old she was? No, you probably didn’t!” I answered on his behalf. I already knew the answer after the way he treated me that first time we met. “Did any of you really think when you looked at her that first time? Have any of you done any research on dragons? Do you know that dragons develop physically at an alarmingly fast rate and that it takes their minds some time to catch up? That the poor girl probably couldn’t speak in those first couple of years. She might have been floo

"You've seen all of the women in my life. Do you honestly think that you're the one I have to be scared of?" "Touche! Before this gets too sappy, I'm going to get it if here." Fafnir let go of Joseline and walked over to Beckett with his hand out, pulling him into a bro hug as soon as Beckett reached his own hand out. Fafnir walked a short distance away before he shifted into his fiery orange dragon, quickly taking flight back home to finally allow his mate to feel their bond. Aisling cleared her throat to get our attention back where it needed to be. "Alright kids, let's all go inside and get all of this bullshit figured out. I'll open up all of Fiona's wine ...."

I spent hours studying the text. I learned about Alice's Dragon, referred to in ancient languages as the 'Rare Healer of Fire.' This unique dragon was gifted with ancient magic. If the Rare Healer of Fire mated with another dragon, they would be reborn as humans but retain the ability to use dragon magic without their dragon forms.

I didn’t think I’d be able to train every day, but Raina told me that I needed to tap into my dragon and heal my muscles. Since she’s been helping me connect with my dragon form, it was easier than I expected. So now, I don’t hold back. I go all out, knowing Kendrick is a much better swordsman than I am, and being mated to a dragon not only makes him stronger, it gives him healing power if I accidentally hurt him. “With all that anger, one might mistake you for a fire dragon,” he says, answering my attacks and easily blocking me. He left me … again.

That’s what I grew up thinking being mated was like, then when Liberty shed some light on the reason for their almost separate lives, it began to make sense. When you have spent your whole live expecting one thing, it is hard to adjust those expectations even when new information comes to light. So, Gabe has been very patient with me whilst I find my feet. I have been busy every day, working on my magic, learning how to mist and breathe fyre, which by the way is totally mind blowing. It does mean that I have been exhausted every evening when I finally get back to our room, particularly whenever I have gotten a new rune. Vitandi wants me to learn how to cloak. I think he is expecting too much

I looked around slowly. “So… someone can just walk in and become a rider?” “No,” Valdanus said quietly. “They can train, but bonding with a dragon is quite different.” I turned to him. “What happens if someone tries…and the dragon refuses?” He looked at me for a moment before answering. “They don’t try again.” Something about the way he said it made me uneasy. Maria shifted slightly. “So it’s dangerous?” “Yes,” he replied simply. I looked away, my heart pounding again. This place wasn’t just different. It was built on something I didn’t understand at all. Everything here had rules, power, and something deeper behind it. And I definitely didn’t belong in any of it.

Votigern had doubted the truism of their stories but he knew the tales did not spin out of nothing. Tales of dragons had been in existence for many long years, most people believed in its existence, while other sceptical ones didn’t. There were books, however, Votigern knew the books didn’t lie, they said their town was Islandia. The sources of these books were rogue dragons that had escaped from Islandia.

Trigger Warning Hello Lovely Readers, Thank you for taking the time to read A Baby for the Dragon. This book is a breeder kink one and has some talk of infertility with the main female lead but will result in a pregnancy for our dragon and his mate. There will be tons of unprotected sex and lots of dirty talk, the sex will be super graphic and if that’s not something you enjoy that’s okay. There are plenty of other books out there for you, just maybe not this one.