Book Dragon Art Novels & Stories

Lily's pov. Creed steps away; breathing deeply before I hear bones cracking, reforming, and taking shape of his dragon. Black smoke curls around him before he stands there in all of Hunter's glory, his beautiful black dragon. Razor sharp, clawed wings. He gives a big playful roar before nudging me with his big dragon head. ‘Get on our mate, now, Lily.’ Sapphire whispers in my mind. I take a deep breath, roll my shoulders telling myself “I can do this.”

The dragon blinked a final time and averted its eyes somewhere else as if it had heard her whisper and honored her plea. That was weird. Although the dragon had looked elsewhere, Evrah couldn't help but stare at it. She watched the destruction and chaos it brought to life. The obliteration it seemed to revel in. All of them seemed to be enjoying their devastating results. She had watched them chase folks down, spitting the elements and flame in the direction of her fellows. She had watched as they set everything ablaze, their massive wings fanning the flames as they burned the brightness and vibrancy of existence into nothingness.

“Can’t wait to see it. So, what do you say I help you stock up? You’ll need supplies for all that serious art.” He guided me to an aisle filled with drawing books, pencils, and every crayon color I could imagine. I picked out a big sketchbook with blank pages, perfect for my next dragon masterpiece. Uncle Liam even helped me choose crayons and pencils, ones in colors like “sunset orange” and “mermaid teal.” Once I had my art supplies, we found Rhett’s favorite section—books about dinosaurs. His face lit up as he ran his fingers over the covers, picking out a thick book filled with dinosaur pictures and facts, plus a few comic books about a dino superhero.

I stepped out carefully, and then walked slowly over to the Candle Dragon. It was fairly small, and a glowing, crystal-like white in colour. It was inlaid with delicate carvings, all of which looked like tribal patterns and intricate artwork. It depicted the elements: flame, wind, sea, and mountains. In its centre was a thick pillar candle. I wanted to wonder why, exactly, it was called the Candle Dragon, but I let the thought dissipate. I needed to keep my mind clear.

"You're Charles!? You're Charles that ran that camp back- about- four years ago! You getting back into business?" "Actually no, I just want to buy a dragon for myself and my partner." I laughed softly as his smile grew. "Wow, you should have said something to Henry on the phone! I'm going to give you a discount just for you- Charles. We'll give you one for about six hundred. Twenty five grand is too much for someone of your talent." He walked up and shook my hand. "It's an honor. Do you need a list of information for the Artic dragons? We'll throw in a booklet."

Mina said in a voice Blaze didn't recognized, the dragon on her arm was moving up and down her arm like a snake. Mina turned away from him, outstretched her arm, the dragon tattoo jumped out of her arm, and landed right in front of her. It was the size of a horse, Mina used it's wing to climb onto her. The purple mini dragon took off towards Charms, her dragon setting werevamps on fire as she went. “I KNOW YOU FUCKING LYING, WHERE THE HELL YOU GET A DRAGON HORSE FROM AND WHY THE HELL WE AIN'T GET ONE!” Ji’lahni yelled, as Mina flew over their heads killing the werevamps and aliens that were surrounding them.

“Now girls, I am a Dhampir like you but, I am a little different. Do you know what a familiar is?” The two older girls nodded. “Well, I have a familiar,” Seraphina pulled the sleeve of her dress down to show them her marking. “Can you guess what it is?” “A Flutterby,” one of the toddlers shouted as she threw her hands up in the air. “A very good guess,” Seraphina lightly tapped her on the nose. “But not quite-“ “-A dragon!” one of the older girls gasped as she stared at the markings. “Yes, very good. So, I am going to shift into my dragon and you are going to fly home on my back with the others. Now my dragon is very big but, she’s very kind and gentle so, you don’t need to be scared, okay?”

I shook it and something clinked inside. I set it down and tipped it to look at the three images painted on its surface. The first was an Aztec depiction of a bird rising from a fire made of thick outlines, simplistic and garish. The second was a dragon breathing fire, its long serpent-like body undulating half submerged in water. Looked Chinese to me. And the third had a Celtic design made of interlocking weaving patterns that formed a wolf howling at the moon. I thought it odd that there were three vastly different cultures represented on the same piece of artwork, but at the same time it didn't surprise me. Mom could have made it in one of the teacher art classes that she went to.

dragons.A dragon so big laying comfortably on the stairs, his skin so beautifully blue...his tail was elegantly long.He was a monster."A dragon!" Alexandra said in a high pitched tone.His face moved...eyes wide open.The colour so adorable, it wasn't even just any colour but it changed from second to second.From green to yellow to red then to blue, he stared at the tiny little humans in front of them.In the wintry weather, he hibernated, they know he awoke by the sudden yell of excited Alexandra.He stood up arcing with out-stretched wings, each as brilliant as stained glass, they held their breath for a while, eyes wide.Perhaps it was the moment they waited for...the struggle...but was it wo

Many would surrender. Kohl whipped his tail around and sent five boars into the approaching enemy. His father did the same, but more Tryn crashed over their fallen comrades. Their short, black leather wings unable to lift themselves more than a few feet from the ground. They were half the size of dragons and stood hunched over at about seven feet tall. Skin darker than the night and red glowing eyes as they scampered closer. “Go!” Kohl shouted. His father ignored him and threw another pig, then blasted the trees with his dragon fire to make them tumble and crush on top of several of the enemy.