Cute Dragon Drawings Novels & Stories

Covering my clavicle and upper part of my breast in front, and went down to the shoulder blade. The dragon was right in the center, in a defensive position, his red eyes holding a promise of death if you dared to approach, smoke coming out of his nostrils. He was surrounded by an intricate model. There were flames, stars, moon, swords, the mansion, treasures, and so on, all connected within ivy rings and curls. It climbed on my body fading at the edges. The mark was colorful and glowed slightly, making the illusion that the dragon was moving. It was pointless to try to cover it so I made a ponytail and headed to the kitchen.

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.

Dorin gasped, pointing at a creature curled around Johan’s neck. “Oh...” Johan sounded uncertain, “It just... hatched...” Dorin stared at the small scaly creature. Its top was a fiery red and its underside, gold, with five little talons on its four tiny limbs. It looked back at Dorin and sneezed. Two rings of white smoke came out of its nostrils. “Is that... a dragon?” Dorin asked again. “How should I know?” Johan replied, “I told you, it just hatched.

Sabine stated. Sabine continued on, carefully placing each piece inside the circle of the rune she had created. After fifteen minutes of constructing the 2D flat structure, she stepped back and observed her work. "Does it look like a dragon to any one of you?" Wayne cocked his head to the side as he observed the structure. It did look like a caricature image of a dragon. "It'll do," he promptly told Sabine. He had been patiently waiting without complaining, when in fact he was anxious to finish this ritual and go after his mate.

The sky stretched wide above, endless blue dotted with drifting clouds. Lucas cracked one eye open, then pointed upward. “That one looks like a rabbit.” I tilted my head. “More like a lopsided wolf.” “You have no imagination.” “And you do?” “Of course.” His grin returned. “That one’s a dragon, fierce, majestic and handsome.” “Handsome?” I scoffed. “Clearly modeled after me.” I rolled my eyes but laughter burst out anyway. It felt strange in my chest, like I’d forgotten what it was supposed to sound like.

"Uh… good dragon? Nice dragon? Can you… find more shiny stuff for us? Please?" Abigail cackled, "No, you gotta be sweeter! Pet it, talk to it, you have to bond, try saying something in your head, like bring mama more loot, baby...be cute!" I squatted down, awkwardly scratching the dragon’s chin. It closed its eyes, making a soft purr-rumble that vibrated through my hand. "Alright, little troublemaker, if you find us more treasures, I’ll… uh, I’ll let you ride on my head for a week. Deal?"

Elisa D´Angelo The cave was cold, but beautiful, and once Urien lit up the fireplace, the cave became cozy and even romantic. Dragons were captivating and beautiful creatures, and Urien´s dragon was not only that; he was onyx black, enticing, and dangerous. I sat on a rundown couch that was before the fireplace and tucked my knees against my chest. Urien was texting on his phone. And then he sat beside me and sighed. I looked up at his profile and then went back to stare at the dancing flames.

“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.”

She asks, looking around like this other dragon just happened to be around and the dragon that just hatched would be lost in the field's tall grass. "They are born as adults. The egg contains the magic that they form from, not their material bodies." Loras answers looking mesmerized at the unseen beauty above them. Astrid unconsciously rises her hand and in an instant, the newly born dragon stops in the air and looks at her. She smiles. Instead of pitch black like Dracos, this one is a dark shade of purple. So beautiful... The dragon flies closer to them and lands right in front of Astrid, holding its huge head so it can smell the tinny girl that continues to smile at it. It pushes the tips

"No-no-no! Thail, listen to me—we aren't going to hunt that pack of mutated reindeer! Turn around!" The dragon chuffs at me as if to say, "Please." I roll my eyes. "I thought you wanted to save your friends!" Thail's stomach grumbles, and he glances at me with a pleading look in his sizeable golden eye. He even adds another chuff, and that melts my heart. A dragon, the size of a bus, shouldn't be cute, but he is! I sigh heavily. "Typical... you know how to charm me even in your dragon form..." I groan in frustration. "I must be crazy for saying this, but FINE! You may chase the mutated reindeer..."