Train Your Dragon Night Fury Novels & Stories

“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.

“You always kept me safe.” “And I will always keep you safe. Now I have to share that responsibility with Tony, but we are partners with the same goal,” Mom tells me. “Why involve Yoel and David?” I ask. “Dragon of Thunder believe that a young Hunter should use their energy to kill with abandon. Onslaught is more thoughtful about training in control. Since you were being raised around what you would see as prey, you needed to learn control. Yoel offered to help, we accepted,” Mom answers simply. “I will not apologize for wanting you to be safe.”

Angel stepped forward with a smirk on her face, “ He is our boss, but dragon’s are jealous creatures, even my Marcu,” Marcu growled in agreement as he beamed at his voluptuous mate. “I will train with her brother,” Nick stepped forward. “Me too,” Adam added.”You trust us with her, and we will keep an eye on her, what do you say, boss?” Drago crossed his arms, finger to his chin, then addressed Madchen, who pouted in anticipation. “I will let you, Madchen,” she jumped for joy, but he put a hand up.” you have to wait two weeks, to heal properly though, and I won’t give you any leniency.”

Together, we were a force of nature, an extension of one another as we dove and soared through the fray. Saphira’s roar resonated inside me, a declaration of war that echoed the battle’s ferocity. Her muscles coiled beneath my legs, and we twisted through the air, engaging our adversaries with a synergy that brought out the raw power within us. Each strike was fluid and precise—a dance of strength and strategy that blurred the lines between rider and dragon. Riding Saphira, I felt a strength I’d never known, as though every heartbeat was in sync with the rhythm of destiny itself.

"I guess mine would have to be blue but not like the sky blue, more like the river when it's full of the tiny green fish kind of blue." "Oh yeah I know what you're talking about, that is a pretty color. Okay, um, what's your dragon's name―you are a dragon, right?" He sighs with a small nod. "Her name is Cassiel," he says and my jaw drops. "Wait you're a Fury dragon too?" He nods again. "Yeah." "You don't seem too happy about it." "It just makes what I did that much worse. A Fury dragon killing other Fury dragons, how despicable is that?" he mumbles.

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.

Now that she’s refocused her attention, Avani is no longer blind and in an aerial maneuver that is nothing short of spectacular, he swings his body upside down, knocking Anala off his back and sending her hurtling through the air. Vaeril catches her so she doesn’t crash, but I can tell that both fire dragons are frustrated. Avani rights himself then he looks at the two of them. “Okay, first, blinding me a great idea, Kenna. But Yhendorn was right that no rider is going to allow a dragon onto his dragon’s back. Do we know how powerful Faeler is?” he asks, looking at us. “No, but Mere and I have been practicing with our air a lot,” I say, looking at Vaeril.

They are named for their extreme temper. Fury Dragons are easily angered, and this anger makes them more powerful. The shifters often find it difficult to control their dragon once they have shifted into their dragon form. Fury dragons feed off of negative energy around them, and the area around them heats up when they get angry. Their dragon form is generally red or black. They have large bodies, massive wings, and talons and horns along their body. Fury Dragons should not be trifled with as they are extremely dangerous and have been known to kill.

Actually, this couldn’t be called running but flying instead. Before I became the king, I read about this specific type of exercise between dragons. Father dragons would take their youngsters to fly with the east wind every morning to strengthen their power among the other dragons. I’m not sure if that was entirely true, as since I was a kid, I already knew that other dragons from around this area were afraid of my father. It could also be contributed to the amicable relationship my parents have with them. There is also a specific time as to how long they should fly. Normally, Dad and I would fly for about half an hour, but we have been flying for over an hour already. Is he tormenting me?

At the hollowed cheeks and the shadows under her eyes and the hand that trembled slightly even while gripping mine. “I’ll train,” he said. “With the druids. I’ll learn the precision. And I’ll do it in weeks, not months.” “Keanu, that’s not realistic. Iris said months—” “She said months for a normal dragon.” His amber eyes burned with something that had nothing to do with fire. “I’m not a normal dragon. I’m a golden dragon.” His voice dropped. “I’m your brother. And I will master whatever I need to master, in whatever time frame I need to master it, because you are not spending the rest of your life fighting a war inside your own body.”