How To Train Your Dragon Family Tree Novels & Stories

"And was he a fated mate or chosen?" "Fated," he remembers fondly, the first smile I've seen cross his face lighting up his eyes. "Our parents did not agree with the match, but they didn't give them any choice. They mated even without our parents' permission. When she was discovered carrying her first clutch, and a big one at that, they allowed them to be wed," he shook his head. "There is something about having eight grandbabies on the way that can change a dragon's perspective." "Wait, eight babies?" I gasp. "Was that common for your clan?"

Derek As soon as I had packed all the essentials, River, the twins and I teleported to the dragon realm. I take in my surroundings and smile. My mate has done a wonderful job overseeing this project. The school has been completed and it seems it’s already up and running. The castle looks near complete and the individual houses are almost done as well. They homes are simple structures made out of wood. The training grounds has also been completed and I see dragons training in their human forms. That’s good, they need to be able to fight in both forms. The dragons appear happy.

His hands began kneading her shoulders, his fingers firm yet unbearably tender as they worked away her tension. “The child, Draken, was born with incredible power and the ability to shift between his two forms. As he grew, he found his own mate within another tribe, becoming their leader. The dragon who’d sired him, left when his Draken’s mother passed, feeling no connection to their offspring or descendants.” His hands traveled down her back, massaging each muscle with such expertise that Caelia had to bite her lip to keep from moaning aloud.

“Let’s just eαt now.” He pouted α little‚ then nodded. “Okαy. But I’m gonnα show you the fαmily tree lαter. I remember how to drαw it. It stαrts with you αnd Grαndmα‚ αnd then Uncle Killiαn is under you‚ αnd then me.” Killiαn cleαred his throαt αnd sαt beside him. “How αbout you drαw it αfter dinner‚ chαmp?”

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.”

We don't hit the ground because I toss her high into the air and shift mid-jump with plenty of time to catch her in my talons and fly to the closest vortex that will take us to my realm. My dragon is almost identical to my father's. We are the Red Clan and the mightiest of warriors. My uncles Laryn, Sarn, and Tahr are blue, purple, and silver respectively. It's not that red dragons are better than the other breeds but we are smarter, or at least my father and I think so. My uncles are not really my uncles by blood but after what they and my parents went through with the dragon curse that's now lifted, we're as close as any blood family. They'll be happy to see me settled with my own mate, an

“He’s the only family I’ve ever known. Without him, I have no one.” “That’s not true. You have me, you have Iniko,” I say, gritting my teeth as I say it. “If you choose, you’ll have all of the dragons as family, including my parents, my aunt, and Tana. You have more family than you know.” She turns and looks at me. “But he was my blood.” “If that’s the case, then so is Merethyl. I’d say you’re more like her than Oliver. You have her strength, her kindness, her sass,” I say, smiling when she looks up at me.

“Please! Please save her, Cal. I’ll do anything if you’ll just save her.” He gently takes her from my arms and cradles her against his chest. The old Ancalagon would never have been so gentle. I guess this is what finding your mate and having twenty-two babies will do for a man. I only hope that I’ll be able to find out for myself one day. He closes his eyes and begins pushing his elements into her, focusing more on fire and earth, since those are our primary elements. I feel the whoosh of a dragon shifting and look to see Avani carefully lifting onto his back paws as Kenna and Tana each put one of the hatchlings in his front talons. As soon as they’re secure, he lifts off, heading home.

"Don't make me take your training time away." He was quick to rush out of the room at that. Their son was a dragon. Of course. Just like his father. They were expecting that. As he's a kid, Javin needed to be trained by an expert dragon to master his art and then find a rider. He loved that training time with his father more than anything. Celina made an impressed sound. "That was smart, husband of mine." He inched closer, wrapping an arm around her belly but not before affectionately rubbing his hand over the bump. Her entire body thrummed with happiness, with warmth.

"When my family came into power, we used our magic to create three more from that one dragon. That was our limit. It died many years ago but those dragons we created, thrived." "So, Elyx, Dreygor, and one other?" "Precisely. Now, I think that your dream is telling you that a dragon is waiting. You should claim him." "Me?" Naomi exclaimed. "No, I can't! How does one even claim a dragon?" Daegal roared with laughter. "It is not as bad as you think, love. It is otherwise a simple process. Meet the dragon, bond with it, claim it." "What if I can't bond with it?" Naomi asked further.