How To Train Your Dragon Family Tree นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Arkyn is nearly four years old, Fenrir is three and Roald is one and a half. They play in the water, splashing around, and even little Roald splashes powerfully. He is a water dragon and likes to drown his brothers in waves of water. “Yes, I told you, we will have many sons.” I smile, not arguing because so far he has been correct. Plus, a seer we saw said he will indeed have many sons and I am happy to give them to him. Pregnancy got easier each time and with the short span of being pregnant and the help I have, I have enough time for myself and, of course, Agnarr, for my king is still the beast he was when we first met.

“Look.” Turning, I gasp as the first little talon breaks free, its curved blade poking the smallest hole from inside its onyx shell. A gentle trill calls to me from within, and I call back, matching the note. Our little one’s first sounds are unique to just that child, and the first connection a dragon makes to its mother. Daax joins in, singing along, his note saying “I am here! I am your father! We are family!”

He loved doing somersaults and once plunged into the sea. It scared the hell out of me, but he was completely unbothered. He flapped out of the water, grinning as if nothing had happened. "Mommy, aren't I amazing?" "Yes, yes. But don't do it again." Lorenzo said that once they got a little older, their formal training would begin. They'd learn combat, magic, dragon history, the dialects of the different family branches, and more. I felt exhausted just hearing about it.

There is no coming back from the final phase, as it has never happened before. When dad lost mom, he started to transform as well, but the water from the lake has been keeping his transmutation under control. It heals him, but at a slow rate. Since the loss our mother, he gave me the throne and retreated into a house near the lake, away from everyone. He hasn't transformed into his black, white-striped dragon in years. Black dragons are common in royal families, but each dragon has their own streak of color on them, to signify who was who. I am the only in my entire family who was born without a dragon streak, but Kai says only time will tell if we receive one. As I am lost in my head, I hea

Rela asked. “Not exactly,” Trace said. “His speed is due in part to his mother and to Captain Kyle, who trains with him constantly. Rodic wants to be as fast as him, so he pushes himself. His Torch flame, he inherited from both of us. And as for flying well, all dragons fly.” He smiled slightly. “The only difference is that he managed it at his first change.” The council murmured. That explanation, at least, was logical. “I have a question,” Duncan said. “If he is taking after his mother in many ways… what of his demeanor in dragon form?”

Even with all the responsibilities he had as the older of the siblings, he never procrastinated when it came to training. Fenrir found himself training with Suriel to strengthen his powers. It is a semi-open spot in the area in the woods where they visit five days a week to train for a few hours before letting them have time to enjoy themselves before they left. Sitting on the ground, meditating to further increase the flow of energy through his body he asked Suriel a question. "Mom, why don't you make Skoll and Luna train more like I do?" He asks looking up at her while she keeps her gaze on the other two who are having fun by climbing trees.

I still harbored some fears about being a parent, but they eased with each day. Isla and Joseph, Samuel’s godparents, had asked if the infant could be the ringbearer for their upcoming wedding, and Marie had delighted at the idea of making a tiny tuxedo. It was a gentle reminder of how important my found family was, just as important as my blood family. They all had changed and affected my life and made me someone capable of being a Queen and a mother. In a few years, Samuel would oversee the hatching of a new dragon egg, and form a lifelong bond with the dragon that emerged. He would follow in his father’s footsteps of being a Dragon Knight and a great King, and in his mother’s footsteps of

I turned to see Thorin, Gunnar’s son, grinning from ear to ear. “Thorin!” Ciera rushed over to him. “You should be in class.” “I heard an explosion, so I had to come. What if you needed my help?” Thorin gave his mother little puppy dog eyes. “You can help me best by learning how to be a proper dragon. I can see your father was too relaxed with your studies while I was away.” She turned, shooting Gunnar a look, and he gave her a sheepish smile. “I might have let him be a little wild. I was when I was a young whelp.”

I tell him. "Wasn't one of the dragons your cousin?" I nod slowly. "What was his name?" "Syrian. He was my uncle's only son. My uncle practically brainwashed him into thinking the throne was rightfully his. My father told Syrian that the only way he would ever rule the dragons is if he challenged me and won; the dumbass was certain he could defeat me," I sigh. "Syrian wasn't the brightest of that litter," Mika comments. "Just like Nathan isn't the brightest of this one," I murmur. "Put Fara in extra training away from the others. She needs to learn control or she's going to kill someone. I'll train her myself if I have to."

"That one you see; she's been following me my whole life. She came to me, when we were at the Military base, where Kait tamed and then ended up riding it. Still, she came to me. It's been my familiar my whole life." "A dragon as a familiar?" Brittany spoke as she also had been working to uncover any building plans to see where we could get in without being seen. "Damn, that's extremely impressive, and quite lucky as well." "When I was five, she given to me as birthday gift." I recalled for them, the happiest memory of my old life that I held on to. "However, I knew that it was test, a price to swear my loyalty to my family." I paused. "My father told me that I had train it so that way she co