Book Dragon Art Novels & Stories

Alicia decided she had to see if he was still conscious before determining if she could help him or not. One quiet step at a time, Alicia came upon the dragon. He was blue, purple, and green and his skin shone in the sunlight like oil. Being a girl who knew no fear, she carefully reached a hand out to touch him. After all, it was not every day that you got to touch a dragon, she thought. He didn’t open his eyes when she gently touched the side of his face. That gave her courage to examine him. Alicia had hopes to be a Doctor of Animals, but she knew that was just a dream. No one would take a woman seriously.

“We’ll wrap some up for her.” Pascal twirled his spaghetti around his fork, sauce smudging his cheek. He looked up at Nikolai with bright, expectant eyes. “Daddy, today in art class we made paper dragons! Mine breathed rainbow fire. Miss Elena said it was the most creative one.” Nikolai leaned forward slightly, elbows on the table, a rare casual posture for him. “Rainbow fire? That’s impressive. What colors did you use?” “All of them!” Pascal beamed. “Red and orange for the hot part, then blue and purple for the magic. And green sparkles because dragons need sparkles.”

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.

“Well, there's no harm in actually trying, we just need to check the dates…" “No, no this is so wrong”, Dragomir shook his head. She crawled towards him and peered closely at the paper, “What’s wrong with this?” “You can’t see this?”, he asked in surprise, “You can’t see what’s wrong with this?" She shook her head, “I haven’t seen a dragon” “Dragons don’t roar…see”, he pointed towards the writing scribbled just in front of the painting of the dragon. Its mouth was opened wide, “Like Dragons don’t make any such sounds ever”

A knock on the door made me move the quilt lower to ask who it was. "High Lord Tymon has asked that I bear food and fruits to you, my Lady." A tiny voice came from the other side of the door. A brownie, perhaps. I turned my back to the door. "I'm not hungry. Later." I said. I vaguely registered a sigh and shuffling of feet as the brownie left. "What the history will not tell you is that Dragons were not created by Luna. We existed. Even before Luna." I blinked at that, but said nothing, lest I interrupt her. "Before Luna, the mother, there were other gods that ruled the world. There were beings that walked the earth that were feared. Some still do. Like

Linking my arm through Jade’s I began pulling her along to follow the boys. “Come on, try to get there before the sun starts coming up.” We met up with the guys, which Kellan had already shifted into a large green Dragon, but while he was magnificent, it wasn’t nearly as impressive as Cyran’s Dragon. Once we were all settled on Kellan’s Dragon, luggage and all, Kellan spread his gigantic wings and flapped them a few times before taking off into the night sky.

“Dad gets these when he’s out searching for missing kids. He realized that I liked them so now, every time he’s away, he brings one home for me. I know when I first got here, I felt sad and lonely. It was a lot to take in, so I thought you might want a stuffed animal too. It’s not much, but it’s nice to have something to hold onto when you’re feeling sad.” She pulls out what looks like a blue dragon. “Is that a water dragon?” I ask. “Mmhmm, I have an air dragon, a fire dragon and an earth dragon too. You can keep this one, since I heard you have water dragon DNA. I’ll have dad get me another one.” Brooke takes it and wraps her arm around. “Thank you.” “Okay everyone, Brooke needs her rest. Y

Dorin looked troubled. “You think we can still take it back?” Asked Johan, “I really don’t like them touching Dragon...” “No touch.” Dagon answered from the couch where he sat with Azra sleeping by his side. “Only Daa touch.” “Well, for now, that will do.” Dorin said with a flourish, looking at his handy work. “The ink should keep, I made it water and fade proof, just don’t scrub on it too hard. “Got it,” answered Johan who hurriedly put his new dragon scale tunic on. “Let’s get going to the kitchens then...” he put a shirt on top of his tunic since the weather was beginning to get colder.

"I hope you will accept this," the visitor said. "Please thank Mister Campbell for me," replied Wilbur. "Of course." After the person left, Wilbur spread the Nine Dragons Painting on the table. He saw nine dragons soaring in the clouds, each with a different form. They looked vivid and lifelike. The craftsmanship was exquisite, but Wilbur felt a sense of familiarity. He seemed to have seen this Nine Dragons Painting somewhere before. After careful consideration, Wilbur thought of his two bronze cauldrons. One with a single dragon and the other with three dragons, the dragon patterns carved on them were almost identical to those on the Nine Dragons Painting.

Arth yelled with all the breath he had as he stopped between Lucas and the beast, extending both arms to the side. Surprisingly, the dragon closed its glowing mouth, then its head glanced down towards Arth, studying him for a long moment. Amidst the terrifying silence, Arth could hear his heart jumping wildly against his chest. He swallowed hard the lump on his throat while he looked up at Draphiron’s face. He had never realized until now that it only had one eye open, as the other one was gone.