Novel & Cerita Who Died In How To Train Your Dragon 3

But there was no reply, only a heavy silence. I turned to Drake, his expression unreadable. “Let's go,” he said quietly, his voice heavy with grief. “No!” I cried, shaking my head. “We have to find him! We have to save him!” I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I couldn't accept that he was gone. Drake took my face in his hands, his eyes filled with sadness. “He's dead, Zelda,” he said softly, his voice cracking. “I'm so sorry.”

Lord Kaelith asked as he stood up quickly, his voice filled with desperate hope. The old man looked at him for a long moment before slowly shaking his head. “My Lord… she is dead.” “No,” Lord Kaelith whispered, taking a step back. “No, that’s not possible. Bring her back. You must bring her back. She cannot be dead!” “I’m sorry, my Lord,” the healer said softly. “A powerful force struck her, something far beyond ordinary magic. There is nothing I can do.” “NO!!” Princess Elora screamed.

The Elders dragon’s separated from them and Baz took a threatening step forward. “Rev, take your Sire from me and let me deal with these imbeciles,” Baz said. Rev stepped forward and Baz slid me over his shoulder. I was still semi-conscious at this point but I was too weak to even speak. I could feel Baz’s intentions and he lunged forward at the first violet dragon so quickly that he didn’t have a chance to react and Baz tore his throat open. “No!” Elder Gareth yelled as his dragon slumped to the floor and died. His power was drained from him as the dragon shimmered and then disappeared back to the dragon realm to await reincarnation.

Beside him, Asher and Axel howled out in pain when they felt the pain. Their mate was dead. They rose to their feet, their eyes red with rage and grief. With renewed strength, they ripped the chains binding them apart and turned furious glowing red eyes towards Astrid. "ASTRID!" Alden thundered. Astrid whirled around and when she saw the furious triplets, she realized that they knew Diana was dead. She lowered her hands and pointed at them, about to strike them with lightning when Freya lifted the dagger and stabbed it deep into her spine.

The brother who had shared my secrets, protected me, and faced the world alongside me was now a memory I had to confront. As Gia explained the concept of the in-between, my tears continued to fall. Thor was dead, and this place was where his spirit resided, caught between life and whatever came after. I turned to him, my voice choked with sorrow, “Thor, how did you... How did you die?” His gaze met mine, his expression a mixture of sadness and understanding. “I died, Meg, from the illness that plagued our pack. Aaron... he took the ice stone, the one that could have saved us all. His greed and thirst for power led to the downfall of our pack.”

Emma gently patted her back, and Draco quickly came over. A maid brought a copper basin over, and the coughing finally subsided after a while. "I thought I might live a few more years," the Third Madam spoke between breaths, "But now, it seems there aren't many days left..." In her previous life, the Third Madam passed away after Draco went through an unexpected incident. Draco had been saved, but the Third Madam had unintentionally contracted an illness. Could nothing change? Emma held the Third Madam's hand tightly, wearing a comforting smile. "No, that's not true. You'll live to be a hundred years old."

“She was one of our brightest students—brilliant, powerful, maybe too much of both. The academy called her a prodigy.” “What happened to her?” I asked. Derek’s smile faded. “She died during the Great Raid. Her dragon’s rage nearly destroyed half the mountain before he vanished. When a dragon loses their bonded rider, it’s… not something they recover from easily. Most never bond again.” “Then why me?” I asked again, frustration bubbling beneath my words. He studied me for a moment. “If Vermithor came to find you, then you’re not just anyone, Kahlan. He chose you. Dragons don’t make mistakes like that.”

"Winston, don't think too much. Aryanna stole all the supplies and fled. She is not worthy." Winston laughed mockingly, "Nothing big deal. "Take a note, this person passed away about three years ago! "OK, let's call it a day. Vivian is waiting for me at home for dinner."

Angry murmurs. Three council members flinched. Edwin stepped closer. “Tell them, Draegon. Tell them what you did.” Draegon tilted his head. “I killed your father,” he said plainly. “His death wasn’t heroic. It wasn’t noble. He died kneeling, begging, weeping and sad.” Ralph growled. Tiara clenched her jaw. Edwin didn’t flinch. “Tell them who helped you.” That was when Draegon’s smirk returned.

When she did not speak up as usual, Steven laughed, before talking. "I also forgot to give you the good news, your Dragon is dead" His laughter echoed in her ears she knew she was dead for sure.