Snotlout How To Train Your Dragon Live-action Novels & Stories

“I cannot. Dragon magic is not witch magic. The disciplines are fundamentally different. What he needs is druid training, the ancient methods that teach a dragon to channel fire as a surgical instrument, not a weapon. The druids can teach him, but it would take months.” “Months.” Leah’s voice was hollow.

“Something wrong, girl? You nervous?” How could she not be? There was a dragon egg hatching in there—two—and she wasn’t ready. Not with all her doubts. She couldn’t do this knowing she would have to train her dragon into absolute submission as Bastien had made so clear. A dragon, noble, thinking, feeling, reduced to a pet. She couldn’t do this.

The kid looked like he could barely flirt with a girl, much less a gun. But for three months, I trained him so hard that not even his mother was able to recognize him. He had gone from a round-faced kid to a slim and strong wolf. I have even made him cut the mop of hair on his head. He had moaned that he wanted to keep it long, but it kept flopping over his eyes, making his workout harder and more frustrating. I buzz cut his hair in his sleep. More like, I knocked him out for showing me attitude. Since then, three months had passed and I hadn’t heard from Clement or Frankie. I almost missed those two.

Drifta seemed to understand, but she pushed me away and ignored my questions. “He got the sample he needed, but I do know he would like your human to stay a little. He is curious about the girl he heard so much about when he was young—the girl he hoped a mate bond could snap into place with. Dragons don’t have the same mate bond as Wolves. “ He laughed a little but did not explain. “Lunch is almost ready; please join us. I personally give your little human permission to smack him. Think of it as training! Smack him in the back of his head or his shoulder every time he acts like an antisocial grey rock with breathing functions. Train the human to behave.”

I’m surprised Jeremy has enforced training not only on his first full day as Alpha but the day after his ceremony. I make my way over to the training ground to find Brett, Jeremy, Louis, Thomas, Zack, Leo and Lugh. I watch in horror as Lugh casts spell after spell on Brett. Having him thrown into the air, tossed into the ground like a rag doll, forced to shift, broken bones and wooden sticks flying into his chest. “NO!” I roar as Brett is thrown against a tree. At super speed I rush up to Lugh and push him to the ground growling at him.

“F*ck, are you serious?” Black Turtle felt a chill run down his spine. Tyr’s eyes were bloodshot at that moment. It was as if a fierce beast was staring down the two and preparing to attack at any moment. Green Dragon carefully laid Trine on the ground and murmured, “What… now? F*ck, his aura is terrifying.” “I’ll find a way to keep him under control. You stuff the Snow Lotus into his mouth,” said Black Turtle, having already assumed a battle stance. Although they knew they were outmatched, they had no other options available.

"You cannot ride a dragon if your lungs are on strike. Panic is contagious, and your calm should be a skill." In my head, it translated to something simpler: Don’t faint in the saddle. Don’t shit yourself when a creature the size of a mountain decides you’re interesting and, for the love of everything holy, don’t be stupid. "You will be trained by my finest students," Carl continued. "Kai, Vivian and Soren."

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.

The animals run and fly around the room before dissolving. Taran smiles, “Can you make a dragon?” I smile, “I will try.” I think about Taran in his dragon form. Finally, I push out the ball of pink smoke from my hand as a dragon forms. It flies around the room and exhales pink smoke. I hold out my hand, letting it land on me. Taran sticks out his finger to touch it, only for the dragon to snap at him. “I’m sorry,” I quickly say while dissolving the dragon by waving my other hand.

I roar. "Shit, hold him down!" More arms latch onto me and when my back hits the floor, I stay still, trying desperately to overpower my dragon. My chest heaves, teeth gnashed from effort. When my vision clears, I make out the angry face of our trainer. "Rylan, you are dismissed from this quater until further notice!" He crouches, putting his face close to mine. "You might be one of the best, but once you start messin' around, you become just that. A mess. Get yourself together," he growls. Rising, he holds out an arm to me.