Book Dragon Art Novels & Stories

It was crude but vibrant, full of imagination. “That’s amazing,” I said genuinely, crouching down to examine their artwork. “It looks fierce and kind at the same time.” “It’s a good dragon,” Emilia added solemnly, her small hands clutching a blue crayon. “He protects the little ones.” My heart twisted at her words, the echo of her early fears still lingering in my chest. I brushed a kiss to the top of her head, then straightened. “We’ve got something to show you both,” I said, glancing at Noah.

If Alira did not love those dragons enough to bestow an affinity unto them, then why should he. Lochness, being a proud black dragon and representative of the dragons without affinities, disagreed with these views, thus pitting the two friends against one another. Lochness wanted equality for all dragons regardless of their magical potential. He truly believed that one should not be judged by what abilities they are born with, rather the results they produce.

“With the help of me and my four brothers. That first video is real, and it is my brother Mitchell. Each of my brothers' dragons is a different color. Mine happens to be red.” I just sat staring at him. “What about those dreams all those months ago?” “My great grandfather had a gift and I think I inherited it. Yet somehow this gift brought you into it. Somehow you experienced what I was.” “And this bonding dream? Are you saying we are bonded for life?” “Yeah. My dragon recognized you even through the dreams as my mate.” I look over at the TV and saw Draco the dragon. “You look like that only red?” He smiled as he looked at the screen, “I would like to think my dragon is nicer looking.”

Then the last one, well, I smiled as I saw him. “You heard the name BLACK DRAGON right?” our boss continued. I can clearly see their reactions. The tall guy just raised an eyebrow. The mohawk guy looked straight to our boss. The last one just smiled and the youngest boy looked excited. “Black Dragon?! Who wouldn’t know him?! He’s a legend! One of the few we look up to! He can be lined up beside Shadow and Eclipse! An expert and a genius! You’re going to introduce him to us?!” he finally said. I smiled. If only you know. I thought.

The arrow transformed into a blur of vibrating energy, like a spiraling comet cutting through the air with precision and grace. Caleb spun on his heels, his instincts screaming for movement, for escape. The forest becoming a blur as he propelled himself off the beaten path, each step Caleb took was fueled by adrenaline and the urgent need to distance himself from the creature. Brisk air whipped past him, sending a cool caress against his heated skin as the frantic thuds of his footsteps mingled with the distant sounds of the wolf’s.

Like a majestic dragon. “Alexi come here you have to see this.” Alexi walked into the room and watched in awe as my fire dragon flew around the room. It came back to me and wrapped it self around my arm. And imprinted itself in my arm. It now looks like at a tattoo. “Wow what was that. You have a dragon tattoo. That is so bad ass. How did you do that?” Alexi asked. “I just combined my light magic with my fire magic.” I said.

Three persons. As the beast got closer, now flying down towards him, Arth found it was a flying lizard; a dragon. It had a long, thick body with dark-scaled skin and black wings like a bat. "More demons ... no ..." Arth sharpened his eyes, then he spotted the three riders, two men and a woman. "Humans?" He said, his eyes spread wide open. "Dracarth!" a woman's voice cried out. The dark dragon breathed in big air, its mouth and nose glowing. As it lunged downward, it blasted swirling purple flames, flying around to burn the demons surrounding Arth.

Even the claws, depicted with sharp precision, seemed ready to rend stone or flesh with equal ease. The dragon's wings were a masterpiece of artistry, spanning wide across Phoenix's back. The wings were composed of leathery membranes stretched between elongated bones. Veins and ridges crisscrossed the membranes, giving them an appearance that suggested aerodynamic efficiency. As Astrid's gaze trailed down from Phoenix's back to his forearm, she discovered another piece of art etched into his skin. A Celtic knot design graced his arm, its elaborate twists and turns captivating her attention like a labyrinth of ancient lore.

He smiled, “Go for it, babe. I know you’ll make them awesome.” I started on the basement nursery. I drew a dragon surrounding a howling wolf, with a harvest moon in the background. Then I walked to the first-floor nursery and drew a gold dragon flying with a blue sky and the gold sun in the background. In the second-floor nurseries, I drew the Moon Goddess standing over three wolf cubs in one, I drew the Moon Goddess standing over three baby dragons in another, then I drew the Moon Goddess standing over two sleeping baby dragons and one sleeping wolf cub. Aidinth looked at each of the sketches and said, “Babe, these are amazing! I almost can’t wait to see what they’re going to look like afte