Cute Dragon Drawings Novels & Stories

“Don’t mind him. He’ll behave.” “And I told you not to bring the dragons here. But you’ve brought both, and now I can’t do anything about it.” She looked behind her at where the second one stood waiting. That one was smaller than this red one, though not by much since she had to guess that both of them were close to ten meters from snout to tail. Slender and blue-green-scaled, with a strange peacock-like webbed frill bearing beautiful false eyes, this second dragon was far stranger and more ethereal than she had ever imagined one could look.

I bowed my head in respect and then I nodded my head. I opened my eyes again but this time, my eyes were glowing. I stood up and made my way out of the house of the enchantress. Charlie and Phantom followed me behind. As soon as I stepped out of the house, I closed my eyes again. Then I saw him. My dragon. He was so beautiful. His scales were golden and so were his eyes. His tail was longer than any other dragons ever had. His wings were also bigger. His fangs were sharp and long. He was so beautiful. I almost lost myself in his beautiful appearance.

I nodded as I looked down at the tiny box in my hand. I opened the lid, and a gold ring formed into the shape of a dragon staring back at me. An orange stone that looked to have fire frozen within it formed the eyes. Its wings were flat against its body, and its legs sat as though they were wrapped around a tree, its tail spiraling downwards too.

Even Max, who usually could not sit still for more than five minutes, had remained perfectly motionless. Now, during free period, the class was gathered around a large sheet of poster paper, working together on a get-well card for Emory. Ruby was drawing a rainbow in the corner. Caitlyn was adding glitter to a butterfly. Max was attempting to draw a dinosaur, though it looked more like a blob with legs. "That's a T-Rex," Colt said, leaning over to look. "It's a triceratops." "It has two legs. Triceratops have four legs."

Caleb tells me. I pull the blanket out of the cage through the gaps. When the covering is gone, I see bits of eggshells all around the cage floor, and on top is a little creature curled into a ball. It must have just hatched, and it’s a literal golden demon dragon. It’s tiny, only the size of my hand, with a little mouth and bright-gold eyes that look at me with fear. Its gold tail flickers out as it gazes up at me and slowly stretches its silver wings at its sides. I tug the lock off the door and reach in, picking the dragon up as it curls into my hand. So cute.

Rachelle sat down next to Spitfire’s sub and her own sandwich, across from me. “Oooooooooh, that smells so good!” came a small, girly voice from Rachelle’s direction opposite me but Rachelle hadn’t spoken. I blinked and my eyes focused on one of her shirt pockets where a tiny orange creature’s head, neck, shoulders, and forearms emerged. The creature did indeed look like a tiny dragon. The particular orange color that she was was just a couple of shades darker than an orange crayon, pretty orange but not a bright or loud orange. Her ears were pointy. Between her ears there was a red crest that gave the impression of a hairdo.

"I want my big drawing papers. The ones with my dragon pictures." "Your dragon pictures?" I smiled, opening the drawer to pull out his messy stack of drawings. "Yes, my dragon papers!" Maple said, his small face lighting up. "I need to fix the cold dragons. The blue ones." I sat down right between them on the soft cushions. The living room quickly became loud and full of energy. "Look, Mama!" Maple shouted, pointing a sticky finger at a large, messy crayon drawing of a dragon with massive wings. "This is a snow dragon. He lives in the very cold mountains. He eats ice and he breathes blue fire."

They were black eyebrow pencils, and they thought it would still work anyways, so they started working. Damian tore the small notebook paper and arranged them together. At the same time, Niamh drew on them like a smaller puzzle pieces that needed to be put together in the end. The twin’s way of making a clear and big sketch amazed Elle, but the problem was the two of them did not make a humanoid sketch of Elle’s father. They made a giant Black Dragon sketch. “So cool! Dragon!” Elle cheered. “Okay, next, we will make his human appearance,” Niamh said.

Its eyes shared the same colour as its scales, burning brightly within its large eye sockets and its unfurled wings blanketed the entire sky, causing the light of the sun to be obstructed. It had four limbs and though it was large, its body was streamlined towards strength and speed, and Kylie could tell that it was in no way lazy like the stories proclaimed. Tales of dragons called them lazy and treacherous beings that only loved gold and nothing more. While there were some that hailed them as noble creatures, even those stories did not fail to emphasize their lazy attitudes and their love for treasure. So, Kylie always imagined that dragons would be fat, possessing a belly that could only

she said. “I love you too, I should get downstairs and eat and then I’ll see you at school tomorrow,” I said to her. “You’re not coming over today?” she asked me sounding disappointed. “Not today, I’m not feeling quite myself yet,” I said to her. “What colour dragon did you get?” she asked her voice suddenly nervous. “Guess,” I said. “A violet one,” she said with a laugh. “Sorry to disappoint you,” I said. “Oh shit did you get an indigo one?” she asked me sounding almost disappointed.