httyd valka

reincarnate in the world of how to train your dragon with a summon system to conquer all the world i don't own httyd,sparta, assassin or anything just the story

The Story begins after the events of HTTYD 2 movie. Zoya, the MC of this fanfic, was reincarnated as a young Night Fury. Follow her as she adapts to her new reality and faces adversity to find a place for herself in the complex dynamic of humans, dragons and everything in between. --- This is my first story on this platform and any overall that I publicated in any way, so do keep that in mind. I also write it most for myself so don't expect regular updates. Anyways, if you're staying, then have a nice read. --- Also this is not my original idea, but my take on a fanfic by Majo_Kuro_Akuma that has been dropped for around one year as I write this (title: Not so tamable). Therefore first chapters are quite similar. Book Cover by GoT-God from Pinterest

A boy and his dragon were found on a Dragon hunter ship and were rescued by Hiccup and the other riders. How will he adapt to new life on the edge and discover new tales

**No Harem** *Expect quirky refrences and quotes* First off, english is my first language and also i just wanna make it clear that i do not own any of the characters or intellectual property excluding my main mc. All rights remain with their creators. So no infringement intended. * Pretty much a game like system novel, non sentient though. * Our mc gets a expedited trip through the afterlife after a chance encounter with truck-kun. After coming too, he discovers that he has been transmigrated to planetos, with a kickass dragon summoning/architecture system. Everything has a price in westeros. What will he do? | Im willing to take input along the way | Enjoy

¿Qué pasaría si una sola decisión cambiara el destino de un joven jinete de dragón para siempre? Esa noche, Hipo no fue a la aldea a convencer a nadie. Montó a Chimuelo y se fue sin mirar atrás. No fue cobardía. Fue el primer acto de valentía de su vida. Sin el peso de su padre, sin el miedo al fracaso, sin las cadenas de la tradición, Hipo dejó de ser el inútil, la espina de pescado, el hijo que nunca dio la talla. Con el tiempo, los dragones marginados encontraron en él un líder. Y él encontró en ellos un propósito. Mientras tanto, en Berk, Estoico no comprende la huida de su hijo. Cree que los dragones lo secuestraron o lo corrompieron. Su dolor se transforma en odio. Odio más profundo hacia las bestias que le arrebataron a su heredero. Pero no sabe la verdad. No sabe que su hijo, el que llamaba inútil, ha cruzado los cielos, ha unido manadas enteras y ha reclamado un trono que ningún vikingo había osado imaginar. Hipo Horrendo Abadejo III ya no es la espina de pescado. Ahora es el Rey de los Dragones. Y desde las alturas, observa el mundo que dejó atrás... no con rencor, sino con la certeza de que, por primera vez, ha encontrado su lugar.

hidup adalah tentang hitam putih dunia ini dimana kita berjalan seiring waktu melalui berbagai macam hal yang kita alami....

Auckland. Kota Metropolitan di New Zealand. Begitu banyak hal indah yang aku temukan disini. Tidak hanya itu, Auckland University yang merupakan kampusku di New Zealand pun tak kalah indahnya. Ah.. aku rasa aku akan sangat bahagia di sini. Lihat? Pemandangannya sangat indah bukan? Aku memutuskan untuk pergi begitu jauh. Pergi menjauh dari semua masalah yang menimpaku. Pengecut. Ya. Aku memang pengecut yang lari dari masalah. Tapi.. aku tidak bisa. Begitu sesak rasanya harus bertahan lebih lama lagi disana. Tidak selamanya, namun aku tidak yakin berapa lama aku akan berada disini. Rasanya, aku begitu takut untuk kembali. Takut.. Aku begitu takut menghadapi mereka semua. Apakah aku nanti akan baik – baik saja? Apakah waktu menjadi jawaban atas rasa sakitku selama ini? Sudahlah. Itu hal yang aku tau tidak tau pasti akan terjadi. Saat ini aku akan fokus untuk menata kembali semuanya. Hatiku. Perasaanku. Hidupku. Yang aku pikir telah berakhir, namun disini aku merasa aku memiliki harapan. Harapan untuk bisa menjalani hidupku dengan lebih baik. Bertemu dengan orang – orang baru yang nantinya akan mewarnai perjalananku disini. Akankah aku menemukan kebahagiaan ku disini? Akankah aku menemukan cinta sebagai kebahagiaan dalam hidupku? Entah kenapa saat ini aku merasa hampa. Kenapa hal ini terjadi padaku? Aku terus mencari dan mencari jawaban atas semua pertanyaan yang menggangu pikiranku. Tapi mengapa semua ini terasa begitu sulit? Kenapa aku harus terus berjuang dengan diriku sendiri? Haruskah aku menunggu dan berjuang lebih lama untuk meraih kebahagiaan itu? Namun aku rasa, aku tidak kuat untuk menunggu terlalu lama. Akhirnya aku pun menyerah.. ************ I open my eyes, when the sound of my heart beating is strange. I looking at you in the mirror, the fear-ridden eyes, asking the question. Loving myself might be harder, than loving someone else.  Honestly, lets admit it. The standards I made are more strict for myself

A mission gone wrong sends military doctor Han Lei tumbling through time, straight into the arms of a fallen Prince in a war-torn era. With a bizarre excuse to keep a doctor by his side, the battle-scarred general finds himself completely undone by her soft words and gentle hands. Han Lei's wish is to earn silver and marry a strong man. The Prince’s wish is to seek development and marry a gentle wife. Two people, four desires, who will bend first? --- She's a dignified modern woman who crossed through time. How could she stand by and let these ancient fools bully her husband? He's a national hero, yet nearly got himself killed over that damn loyalty of his. She asks him: "What are you thinking?" He answers: "My heart is dead, you know what I am thinking." She curls her lips, turns to leave a sentence: "Then what are you waiting for? Go do him now!"

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"

"This is the first time—and the last." That's what Asher Keating told her, cold-faced and buttoning his shirt, after one night he never should have had. Leah Sinclair was no one. A broke college student buried in debt after her grandmother's surgery, selling her evenings at a high-end escort club just to survive. She wasn't supposed to end up in his bed. He wasn't supposed to come back. But he did. After the second time and the third, Leah cursed viciously in her heart: "Damn man! You really can't trust a word men say." Many years later, Asher looked at Leah sleeping beside him and sighed to himself: "Sure enough, you shouldn't be with the same woman more than three times, or you'll really be in for it." Was it possession... or affection? A choice that began as a transaction but became true love, with only the wish... to never forget their original intentions.