How To Train Your Dragon Oc Novels & Stories

THE NEXT DAY CHEN was sleeping so deep like an oil stock in a clay jar for days. As he is sleeping, his grandfather and his friends already woke up and they are just waiting for him to wake up. His grandpa got an idea how to start his training. He forces Chen to wake up by letting the sand crawl inside his pants to his shirt and pour some water on him using Hana and Keiynan's ability.

***** King Reginald knew that Oceana has wanted to be a warrior princess, and the only way to get closer to the sword's power, was to train Oceana. He had been seeing her training on her own for the past few days and now that she was eleven years old, he felt it was time to take her training to the next level. Every morning, King Reginald would wake up early and take Oceana out into the forest for her training. He taught her how to track animals, how to identify edible plants, and how to build shelters from natural materials. He also taught her about the different types of weapons available and how to use them effectively.

Limbs entangled, her head pillowed by his chest, he gently finger-combed her brown wet locks. "You won't get sick anymore. You won't age. You will be stronger physically. And the most important thing, our souls and hearts are one. I won't be able to live without you. Literally." "Well, the feeling is mutual, you know," Rie answered. "You will be able to ride my dragon. Control it." "Really?" Excitement and more in her eyes. He grinned. "Really. But not tonight. You have to train first." He caressed the delicate plains of her back, savoring her softening against his hardness. Fuck!

Already Aiden is rolling on the floor, laughing and squeezing so hard I become afraid for him. Three days later, I go to train again, but the Oracle refuses to come with me. She gives me an assignment instead: a live frog. She tells me to set it on fire, freeze it, and defrost it without killing it. So I go back and start training on my own. I practice how to conjure all the elements within minutes. I don’t dare try it on the frog without making sure I can save it in time. Five days later, I return to the Oracle with the live frog.

She was determined this time to just give her best and not stress out no matter what the outcome will be with this last second last dragon. "Berg," she said and then she caressed the griffin again. She did not seek to rush through this last training, and she was much calmer than the days before. "Alright, bear with me, okay? Berg?" Tiana whispered while she still stroked the griffin’s mane. Then taking her time, she climbed up and rode on the its back.

The door was opened and her Master, still wearing black clothes, entered. He told her to follow him, they went straight to the room she was so anxious about. It was her second time being here. Previously he made her play a kitten which was embarrassing but let’s say harmless. This time she had a feeling it will be different. “Strip and sit on the bed Omega.” Arya followed her Master’s command. Master strolled to the wall and picked a pair of black handcuffs connected with a silver chain to a collar.

"I'm sure he did, he was a handsome dragon after all." "The older dragon, decided to keep the handsome young dragon for himself." His eyes lowered as he moved the cloth cleaning my other breast. "He taught the younger dragon all about how pleasure can come from the pain. Taught the younger dragon how to crave it, how to need it so badly that he couldn't control his dragon without it."

Blood ran in rivulets from his knuckles, healing over slowly. “Why?” he asked without turning. “Why throw me in like that?” Odessa shrugged, eyes gleaming beneath streetlight haze. “You were drowning. I gave you gills.” ⸻ Weeks passed. Odessa stayed. She trained him with the precision of someone who’d seen a hundred fledglings die from recklessness. She taught him to track by scent, to silence his steps, to control the fire that bloomed in his gut when prey bled nearby. She showed him how to pull back just before the hunger took over.

Why were they trained already? “They began training at around four; they were far more advanced, and training was a way to help them understand and control it,” Harlyn explains. But I want to tell her she’s wrong. Yes, training is good, but it needs to be the proper training for Lycans. That is why Thorin continued to try to attack Diandra. “We do different types of training, Your Majesty. Look,” Isaac speaks, and I watch him jump or Thorin. My body moves back, and Harlyn does as well before they tumble to the ground where she stood.

He had not expected that even Great General Lobster could not stop Adrian. Adrian smiled calmly. The despicable White Dragon was openly making baseless accusations. He wanted to frame Adrian in front of everyone and would not give Adrian a chance to meet Ocean Draking. "Someone gifted it to me," Adrian explained. "Impossible!" the old turtle decisively said, "Ocean Draking has ordered that his descendants train only in the Dragon Palace, and no dragon is allowed to leave. You can’t have had any interaction with them." "That’s right!" White Dragon echoed, "I think he's just a thief who wants to seize more treasures."