How To Train Your Dragon The Whispering Death Novels & Stories

As I did, I felt my powers begin to stir. The rest of the day was a blur of training and exercise. Kira and the elder dragon taught me how to harness my powers and how to control them. I learned how to communicate with the spirits of the land and how to use my magic to heal and protect. As the sun began to set, Kira and the elder dragon called a halt to our training. I was exhausted but exhilarated. I knew that I still had a lot to learn, but I was eager to continue my training.

She also kept glancing at Chase from time to time. "I see. That's a relief." Willow and Walter both let out a breath of relief. This was a powerful life-saving technique, and they did not want to miss the opportunity to learn it. Plus, both of them practiced water-type techniques, so it was a good choice for focused training. They immediately followed Lisa's instructions and began learning. Meanwhile, Chase kept watch nearby in case that female Poison Dragon came looking for them. … Three days later, Willow and Walter were gleefully teleporting around any place with water vapor.

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.

A soft hiss was heard. And with that, the humidifier was turned up to its maximum spray volume. Thick, white mist instantly billowed out from the machine, filling up the entire dining room within seconds. This was a poisonous mist mixed with high-purity liquid silver. It wasn't life-threatening to humans at all, since it was only presented as a harmless vapor that might choke them slightly. However, it was like deadly poison to these werewolves. I immediately heard screams from all around me. The members of the pack, who had still been acting arrogantly with me earlier, were now all rolling on the ground in pain as they clutched their faces.

“And even with your wolf spirits, your fighting skills are completely rusty. You have relied on raw strength for far too long.” I wiped a smear of fresh blood from my lip, glaring at her back. “Then how do you intend to train us? How are we supposed to get stronger in one week?” Miss Lyra stopped and looked over her shoulder, her eyes flashing dangerously. “I plan to do it through pain.” She had us follow her deep into the lower levels of her large private chambers. We walked down a flight of stone steps until we reached a massive underground cavern. In the center of the room was a large, deep pool of water. It wasn't a normal pool. The water was so incredibly cold that a thick, white mist w

But given I had only been a dragon a matter of weeks I still found it impressive I could even get off the ground. For the next few hours he taught me how to ride into the air quietly, with the most efficiency and the least amount of energy so I didn’t tire myself out just from trying to gain altitude. He taught me wing positioning, how to move my tail in accordance with my wings so that I was more aerodynamic and it wouldn’t tire me out trying to fight against the air currents all the time. It was all extremely technical and boring but extremely helpful.

“Feel the bond, let it guide you.” She closed her eyes, letting the rhythm of his heartbeat, the warmth of the dragon within him, and the pulse of her own power align. The phantom recoiled as her magic surged, silver flames entwining with gold, striking with precision. One by one, the constructs fell, vanishing in sparks of energy that illuminated the training ground.

My claws… my dragon claws. Death… he dies… my claws ripped into his skin like it was nothing but warm butter, and I watched with horrific glee as his blood spurted and spilled out, coating the ground around me. Haris fell to his knees, then to the ground in the green pool, his eyes rolled back. With one last death rattle, the Draygon was dead. Still, the voice did not let me go. A roar flew out of my mouth conjured up from the depths of my soul. My bones cracked, giving away to the beast inside of me.

He was waiting to become the dragons so that he would develop the rest of the features of a Dragon and would rise to the sky. However, on the night of when he was called by the prophecy to award him the orb of dragons pearl, he was attacked by someone who caged him by splattering the blood of a horse on him which resisted him to fly high to catch the pearl and his pearl was being snatched by someone whose face he clearly remembered like the memory of last night and is searching him.