How To Train Your Dragon Oc Novels & Stories

I had always been obedient. Whatever people told me to do, I did without question. When my wealthy biological parents finally brought me home, my adopted sister leaned close and whispered arrogantly, "I'm the one and only Saunders daughter. If you know what's good for you, leave on your own!" I obediently nodded. Then I turned around and ran straight into the traffic on the highway. My parents nearly lost their minds. They scrambled out of the car and dragged me back, their faces already pale with terror. My brother glared at me and warned in a low voice, "If you keep acting like this, I'll send you back to that hellhole." That night, I obediently locked myself inside a dog crate. When he fo

"Oh, Celeste taught me a circulation method. She said it would be good for me. It refines the body and calms the mind." She looked at Oscar the way she always did when she wanted reassurance. "Why couldn't she have said I was a natural talent with exceptional potential?" Oscar shook his head with a laugh. He had trained long enough to judge a person's aptitude at a glance. Saying it refined the body and calmed the mind was simply the kindest answer. "Then keep running Draconia for now. I'll have someone teach you the fundamentals." Before he could finish, the doorbell rang.

I need him to be the most trusted person until I no longer need him, that would be the time to end his life. I tilt my head while crossing my arms when Trevor seems to not cooperating with Sir Ocea, they were actually learning about how to hold a sword using a wooden sword. I yawned when Trevor keep looking in my direction before sulking. It was easier in the past since father was the one who taught him how to wield a sword. It will be hard with this kind of training. I walked closely towards them and coughed to get their attention. Trevor beamed while Sir Ocea seems to be having a disease because of how stress his look was.

"I need to learn how to fight using pure, physical momentum. No magic. No energy shields. Just raw, unrefined force. You are the only man alive who can teach me how to survive without a core." Oscar stared at him for a long moment. He looked at Duncan's pale skin, the sweat already forming on his brow, and the desperate determination in his posture. "If I train you the mountain way, I won't hold back," Oscar warned, his fists clenching at his sides. "I will hit your weak spots. I will target those broken ribs. Because you can be damn sure Malphas will do worse." "Do it," Duncan said. The training yard instantly turned into a zone of absolute violence.

Well, I just froze a gigantic dragon with little effort. What's the big deal? I could turn them back after this. Since I trained inside the Tower of Order, I learned how to control my ice attribute completely like I was breathing or taking a walk. Well, the Great Divine Dragon Americus left me a book where I could train without disturbance. Only my soul entered the book and the time there flows differently. A day outside is equivalent to a year inside. Using all the knowledge in the chained books, I trained relentlessly inside until I completely controlled my divine power at will. Even my mind power improves by leaps and bounds.

Ancient magic recognizing ancient magic—a sign of what's to come, whether Rain wants to acknowledge it or not. "Liora will handle your magical training and meditation," Rain continues. "She's half-fae, with extensive knowledge of various magical disciplines. For strength training—" he hesitates, his eyes flicking briefly to me, "—Vane will work with you. He's my first officer, and the most experienced trainer we have." The dragon inside me erupts without warning, a guttural growl tearing from my throat before I can stop it. The sound fills the office, primal and possessive, startling both Rain and Dawn. I feel my eyes shift, pupils narrowing to slits as my control slips.

Tritan leans towards Finrir and signs, "I've been training here since I was a child. The Merguardians are formidable, and Aros is an exceptional leader. Would you like to give it a try?" A mix of anticipation and nerves fills Finrir's expression, but he nods in agreement. With Tritan by his side, he dives into the world of Tritanian combat training, ready to test his abilities and embrace this new adventure, one stroke at a time. With Tritan as his guide, Finrir eagerly immerses himself in the training sessions at the Merguardian grounds. He learns the intricacies of Tritanian combat techniques, honing his skills alongside his newfound cousin and the other trainees.

Linking my arm through Jade’s I began pulling her along to follow the boys. “Come on, try to get there before the sun starts coming up.” We met up with the guys, which Kellan had already shifted into a large green Dragon, but while he was magnificent, it wasn’t nearly as impressive as Cyran’s Dragon. Once we were all settled on Kellan’s Dragon, luggage and all, Kellan spread his gigantic wings and flapped them a few times before taking off into the night sky.

I discarded all my weapons in a pile and pulled the vest off. Guns and knives didn’t help you against a dragon, their scales were too strong but a dragon claw could penetrate the scales and I moved quietly along the length of the wall. His scent got stronger and I stepped out into the dim light, exposing myself. Echo felt disconnected from me and for this training exercise it was an excellent idea not to be able to separate and have your dragon fight for you. I would have done the exact same thing if I had been part of this operation. “Stop hiding dragon, let’s end this.” My voice echoed around the room and I heard the dragon’s low chuckle.