How To Train A Dragon Blanket Novels & Stories

“Something wrong, girl? You nervous?” How could she not be? There was a dragon egg hatching in there—two—and she wasn’t ready. Not with all her doubts. She couldn’t do this knowing she would have to train her dragon into absolute submission as Bastien had made so clear. A dragon, noble, thinking, feeling, reduced to a pet. She couldn’t do this.

As if he’s trying to wake Elunara with brute will alone. “I know,” I tell him without looking. “She did it. But we need to get her warm.” I rise and stride toward him, unbuckling the strap on his saddle and pulling free the thick blanket tied there. The scent of old leather and fresh rain clings to it. I kneel again, this time wrapping the blanket around her. Her thin dress is soaked, streaked with soil. She must have collapsed right after finishing the spell. Right after giving everything she had left.

"And it's a nice blanket. It's not too thick or thin, it's soft and light, and look, there's a pretty pattern, if you look closely." Regina examined the blanket closely. The light blue color had a silvery texture that, when the light caught it, revealed a pattern. Atlas, who had been watching Regina and Kane's interaction, also studied the blanket closely out of curiosity. "I don't see any pattern," Atlas muttered. "There's just color—Ah!" Regina was startled and turned to Atlas. "What? What? You surprised me, honey!" "Look!" Atlas pointed to the blanket. "There's a picture of a baby on this blanket. It'll show up when you move it toward the light."

The dragons had paused in their exercises, watching her with expressions ranging from curiosity to amusement. "What are you staring at?" she called out, her cheeks burning. "Never seen a werewolf before?" "Not one trying to fight with a sword they can barely lift," called back a dragon with crimson scales visible beneath his human skin. Gritting her teeth, Madeleine raised the sword in a defensive stance, mimicking the positions she'd observed over the past week. The blade wavered slightly in her grip, betraying her inexperience. She took a deep breath, trying to center herself as she'd seen the dragons do before their training sessions.

Drake states. I can feel Gemma bouncing around in my head. She is super excited to be let out and to meet their dragons. I am excited as well. I have definitely gotten more comfortable around them. They are very protective of me, and I kind of like that. I do have to remind them every now and then that I can take care of myself. I also started training yesterday. Travian thought training with the palace guards would be good for me since I was here. I had to laugh at their expressions when they saw Dazriel walk up with me. I think they thought I would be an easy target, but I wasn’t. I held my own, and I think most, if not all, were surprised by this. “Stop pulling on that bottom li

Jalon had previously defeated them using this method. Stanier ripped a page from his black grimoire and tore it out. He then chanted, "Dragon's skin," while holding the page over his chest. His skin stiffened and calcified. It was strong enough to survive an onslaught from Jalon's blade, which he was swinging around. He took another page from the book and crumbled it in his palm while chanting, "Blade of the Lorth Knight." Under his hand, a sword began to form, develop, and eventually thrust into the ground. The two faced off, gauging each other from a distance for more than a minute, neither of them wanting to give up the edge by making the initial move.

Kano says, nervously. I look back at Kaylani, but it’s Cedric that steps forward. Two riders, trying to teach a new rider how to care for his dragon. “Lay your hands near her lungs. That’s where you need to start because she’s struggling to breathe," Cedric says. “Oh Amne, I’m so sorry. I didn’t want to hurt her,” he says worried.

Scales darker than the night cover its vast body, and I lift my chin to study its beautiful leather-clad wings. That's when it hits me. I'm not only a slayer; I'm a dragon rider too. This part of the training isn't to avoid Ariel; it's to make use of him. A dragon rider needs to be able to control their dragon. Daring to smile, I walk over to the intelligent creature. I know Ariel is in there, watching me as I stride over to his bending neck. Somehow, he seems more extensive than before, more imposing than ever when those glowing eyes find mine. Dragons are such magnificent creatures, larger than life itself with shining scales. I'm surprised at my confidence, my willingness to approach him.

''I think I will regret it more tomorrow than today, but I will manage,'' I answer. Gabriel looks at the bruises that start to show on my body from this morning's training, ''I believe you are right; I promise this training will be a bit more fun. You can go stand next to Fury there the orange dragon on the left." A small girl with black hair nods to me when Thorn and I stand next to her. Gabriel's voice echoes over the practice ground, ''WELCOME EVERYONE, YOU HAVE THE HONOUR TO BE CHOSEN BY ONE OF THE DRAGONS TO BE PARTNERED. IN THE COMING WEEKS YOU WILL BOND WITH YOUR DRAGON SO THAT IN THE END YOUR MIND WILL BE ONE. BESIDES THAT, I WILL TEACH YOU HOW TO RIDE YOUR DRAGON AND HOW TO MAKE IT

I sat up all the way and moved so I was kneeling behind him and combing my fingers through his long hair before I started to plait it back in a really long braid. “You’ll get there soon, little one. You’ve made amazing progress and I’m sure with a little more time and training that you will have mastery of it. You’ve been doing incredible for someone who was never raised with their dragon.” He assured me as he closed his eyes, a soft smile on his face as I braided his hair. I took the tie off his wrist and used it to secure his braid, patting his shoulder once before I moved to sit back beside him. He put his arm around me as I gave a small shiver from the cool wind and pulled me close to hi