Book Dragon Art Novels & Stories

Pepper is dragon and incredibly special. I'm lying in the grass and daydreaming because that's what lazy father dragons do for about three minutes each day. I'm imagining the portrait of Jewel and Pepper that now hangs in our great room. Mikael drew it. He barely survived Drakon's attack and his injuries keep him from a fulltime job. He has become our resident artist because he's surprisingly good. He lost most of the fingers on his left hand, but it doesn't keep him from producing amazing portraits that are now sprinkled around our castles.

I spent hours studying the text. I learned about Alice's Dragon, referred to in ancient languages as the 'Rare Healer of Fire.' This unique dragon was gifted with ancient magic. If the Rare Healer of Fire mated with another dragon, they would be reborn as humans but retain the ability to use dragon magic without their dragon forms.

After shaking out the parchment sheet three flicks the way he always did even though there wasn’t a single rumple in the paper, he presented it for Anzi to take, and she received it with both hands to examine it. A translation of something. While she had never learned any of the old scripts, it was just one of many things the Magisien body had schooled Oza in since toddling days. But she soon understood that the scribbles—his handwriting had never been good—weren’t the things he wanted to show her. He reached around and jabbed at the bottom of the page, where there were sketches of a dragon’s gaping maw, fangs and all. Ah, so the translated piece had to do with dragons. Made sense, consideri

I admire all the paintings, but there is one in particular that catches my attention. It is a painting of a deep blue dragon flying over a mountain during a raging thunderstorm, a mountain I know all too well. I am surprised that out of all the paintings of magical beasts, they have one of a dragon considering we rarely show ourselves to humans. But what really catches my eye is the long-jagged scar running across the right side of the dragon's chest, and its deep violet eyes. This dragon looks familiar. Much too familiar. Reaching out, I run my fingertips across the dragon in the painting. My eyes begin to blur with tears. It is almost an exact replica of Fafnir, dynamic and glorious as he

As Mina screamed in agony and Kristi fled the room with Max and Mason, Rori watched as Arthur and Murdok made a series of hand gestures at one another before Calder appeared in front of Rori and began ushering her away from the dinner table of unfolding chaos. “Come, my lady, we will check on dessert, come now,” he coaxed, and although she never took her eyes off the trio at the table she followed Calder out into the kitchen. Murdok waited for Calder to escort Rori from the room before he approached the still shuddering and whimpering Mina, “I will heal you witch… but then you will listen and not speak, understood,” the angry dragon barked and Mina merely nodded, offering out her arm. Murdok

Draco words were sufficient to anger Argentum , she turned back to him fiercely and question “What did you say Draco?” “You heard me…. I want you out of my first in…….” Draco’s words died in him mouth when Argentum transformed into her teen silver scaled Dragon form…. Argentum Dragon was one of most beautiful Dragon of Dragon realms… her sparkling sliver colored was very eye catching…. since she was Dragon of Thunder… there two thorns on top of her head in shape of thunder lightning……….. “Wowww…………..” a loud gasped was heard among all other trainees who were getting train along with them……

The Monster and the Flower. After he nodded, I began delivering the story, "Arden, the name of the snake dragon who is our novel's male lead. He is the most powerful dragon on Mount Tateyama, one of Japan's holiest mountains. Arden has the ability to shapeshift into a human form in order to deceive other civilizations and conquer it. After conquering those nations, he will turn the population into slaves and murder all who oppose him.

I said to her. “I won’t,” she said. Baz separated from me and he stretched his neck and wings and gave a big yawn as he looked at us. I rolled my sleeves up as his eyes started glowing. “I, Bazzoit, will now allow you entry into the dragon realm, make your cut and press your hands together so that the magic of my dragon’s blood can transport you,” he said. I cut my palm and then Jennifer’s and clasped our two hands together. I closed my eyes and I could feel that familiar pull. I heard the dripping water sound that echoed around the cave’s walls. I opened my eyes again and looked around.

That won't end well, Dragon. The tension between us was intense, the excitement, the dominant man was not good for me, the tattoo falling from his fingertips to his chest. Chaos Dragon will only bring me "We are the authors of our books, Jenny Anderson, we choose how to finish, and I know how I want my books to end." "How is that?" "I want you to stand in front of that window and stare at everyone while I fuck you so you can't walk." He said frankly, and my hip tried to tie them together, but his thigh prevented them from doing so.

"Who can say no to them?" I giggled. "I agree." As Dad went busy conversing with an older man, I let myself explore in the sea of people and arts. Beautiful arts that each demanded attention. Even if I wasn't a big fan of them, they were extremely eye-catching. I roamed around to admire each one of them. The colors were blended so well, it felt they'd come alive at any moment. A small boy was gaping in wonder at a picture standing beside his mother where a crimson skinned dragon fumed ember flames through his nose and mouth, its eyes sparkled with rage and menace. On the other hand, a middle-aged man stared at the highlighted cleavage of a woman with half of face covered with her raven hair