Book Dragon Art Novels & Stories

By dragon law, I need to have one in the next five years if I want to continue my rule, if I do not produce one, my insane brother could try to claim the throne, and no one would want that. I am a full dragon and with that, I need to be even more careful. Half breeds: that is what the council wants. That is what is safe. Half noble human and half dragon are what bloodlines are supposed to be made of when royalty breeds. When two full-blood royal dragons mate, you risk health issues along with the possibility of mental instability…. Like what happened with my twin brother Sanderson and me. We were born from the same egg, we look identical, but are nothing alike… he should be locked up in an i

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.

, he chuckled at that, “We need to scatter around and gather more of these if we are lucky we might meet with an elder dragon” *** They sat across each other, pamphlets scattered about before them. “There’s no way in hell these people have a dragon”, Dragomir said. “How can you tell?” "This is a very sleazy depiction of a dragon, this green-looking beast is nothing close to what an actual dragon looks like”, he wrapped the paper and tossed it to the wall behind Raisel, a little bit above her head. “Well, there's no harm in actually trying, we just need to check the dates…"

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

DARIUS "Daddy, you're doing it wrong!" Luna whined with a slight giggle. I looked down at the dragon I'd been drawing. It looked more like a deformed dog. "What's wrong with it?" Luna grabbed the crayon from my hand. "Dragons have scales. And bigger teeth. Like this." She scribbled over my attempt with the confidence of a six-year-old art critic. We were sprawled on Sera's living room floor, construction paper scattered everywhere. Day seven of living here. A week and I still hadn't gone home.

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.