Train Your Dragon Night Fury Novels & Stories

“Don’t you have a training session with Gamma Kyrell?” He groaned, scratching his head with a pout. “I do, but he’s boring. All he talks about is the army. Army this. Army that. Right now, I am more interested in brother Raven and his dragon. What kind of dragon has bonded with him?” “A Thunder dragon,” I said. “How do you know?” Nesryn asked. “When Raven drew out its powers from the claw, it came out as lightning,” I said. “So I am assuming it’s a tier six dragon.”

She asked, not knowing if it really mattered, but she hoped that it would help. Vivienne answered, “Xander Voidwalker, dragon of void, Lucian Lightbrighter, dragon of light, Darius Stone, dragon of Earth, Cassius Stromrider, dragon of Storm, Kieran Frost, dragon of Ice, Lean Blackthorn, dragon of Shadow and Kai Morrison, dragon of fire.” The names resonated through Maya like a physical force, each striking a different chord within her. She swayed, overwhelmed by the sudden influx of sensations—her newly awakened dragon nature responding to each male in ways her human mind couldn't process.

‘You’re very observant, tiger,' she says. “When you’re ready, Ishir,” Kaylani says, pulling me back to the training session. I reach for the air, and pull it into my hand. “Nice, Ishir. I can see why you’re mated to a dragon. You took to air very easily,” Avani says. Kaylani puts her hand on Morgan. “Breathe, Morgan, then gently push your water into Ishir’s tornado.” It’s slower this time, but in the end, she still overwhelms the tornado with water. We try a few more times and my tornado is getting better, while Morgan is getting more and more frustrated.

We soon reached a sleeping dragon, he was enormous. Dynaris approached the sleeping dragon, her footsteps echoing off the cavern walls. As she drew closer, the dragon's eyes flickered open, and he regarded her with a piercing gaze. Dynaris stood tall, her voice clear and steady. "I mean you no harm, noble dragon. I'm on a quest to reclaim the ancient dragon throne." The dragon's gaze narrowed, his voice low and rumbling. "Many have come before you, seeking to claim the throne. But few have succeeded. Are you prepared to face the trials that lie ahead?" Dynaris nodded, her determination evident. "I'm ready.”

Nine was their sacred number since it connected the nine realms that existed within Yggdrasil. “I choose Gungnir, the great spear of Odin, Angurvadal, the stream of anguish, Gram, who brought death to Fafnir, Freyr’s sword, to fight when I am weak, Dáinsleif, to inflict wounds that never heal, Lævateinn, so that my step will never falter, Skofnung, the supernatural blade, Hǫfuð, the great sword of Heimdall and lastly Mjolnir.” Malachi chose his nine gifts and the rest were returned to the vault. These gifts would be sent to his house in Seward and he knew Jessica would banish them to his study.

It spins and takes flight, Vulcan turns in time to see it take to the skies. “Ivor, thanks, Little wolf be safe” Vulcan says, pecking my lips before shifting mid run into Pyrrus, his dragon is massive, far bigger and imposing compared to any the rest. I watch as he takes flight and goes after Ivor. I tun in time to see Denu taking hold of Morgana, her black shadows doing their work.

"You...are very courageous," Bolt hissed through gritted teeth, his expression contorting fiercely upon hearing Frederick's words. Boom, boom, boom! The sound of rumbling thunder immediately exploded through the air. Bolt was thoroughly enraged. He wanted to destroy this place, to level it to the ground, and reduce everyone to ashes to vent his anger. "Thunder Dragon! "Thunder Sea! "One Billion Volts! "Thunder's Wrath! "Ragnarok!" Bolt unleashed all the ultimate skills he had learned, stacking various powerful moves wildly. Around him, the surroundings turned chaotic.

She might not have been right in my eyes, but it didn't warrant an argument in the middle of a human settlement. "Let's not hash this out here where anyone can walk close enough to us to understand that this conversation shouldn't take place between two human girls," I instructed and walked towards where I spotted a boutique. Cyra walked with her arm tangled within mine but didn't comment. She was the Heir for the Ignis. The fire dragons. A few years younger than I am, with a tall slender frame and untameable red hair. By all accounts, she was stunning, but a very wild spirit to tame. Except when it came to her views on humans and dragons. Those were very rigid lines in her book and lines sh

When the dust settles, when the screams echo no more, I will stand above it all as Alpha Kael Vorthrane, unbroken, untouchable and unstoppable. Revenge is my life, it is my purpose, and tonight, it begins.

"Well, come on then, 'master'. Teach me how to kill before you start getting emotional. I'd be more terrified of that than of Caspian." I smiled. A genuine, dark smile. "Alright. Let's see how much that big mouth of yours can take when I actually start fighting." The training lasted for hours. Time and again I sent her to the floor, tripped her up, twisted the weapon out of her hand. We bombarded each other with cynical remarks every time, but her movements became increasingly precise. Her body began to adopt Noctis's rhythm—that predatory, unpredictable dance known only to dragon riders. It was late into the night by the time we stopped. Eira sat on the floor, leaning against the wall, insp