Cute Dragon Drawings Novels & Stories

'Me too' Drakos, his dragon chimed. 'But don't forget her greed is the reason you found a girl who is making you feel crazy for her, even before you recognized her as our mate. We found all the other women before her are bland and boring. Their strong perfumes and a ton of makeup on their plastic faces used to make me gag. Our Mate is pure, naturally beautiful, and innocent. We are blessed' Drakos reasoned with him. 'You are right. I am already crazy for our mate' Drake agreed with his dragon.

Lucas ran toward him holding a piece of paper. "I made this!" He proudly shoved the drawing into Damien's hands. Damien studied it carefully. Bright colors. Bold lines. Shapes that didn't seem to belong together. He smiled. "Is this the park?" Lucas frowned. "No." "It's a dragon." "Oh." Damien nodded seriously. "Now I see it." Lucas beamed. Apparently, that was the correct answer. They started walking their usual route. Past the giant puddle. Past the rough tree. Past the empty bench where an elderly man usually sat eating sandwiches.

I know. I sit on a stone at the edge of one of the few Normal rivers we have in the house. Most of the rivers are molten lava here,except this one and a few others. The water is rarely cold,and today,it is warm and sparkling under the sun. I stare into it and watch my reflection morph into him. I hear a twig crunch and I stiffen,reeling the dragon back in. He coils with a purr and shields himself,going to sleep. We're both exhausted.

it rumbled. The copper-colored slanted pupil eyes that matched her scales stared at Isabelle for a long time and made it feel like ants danced along her skin. “I think not. Wait outside the chamber if you must, but you will not like our discussion.” With a snapping of teeth that made Isabelle jump, the first dragon turned and scraped its body out of the opening and stomped away. “I’m D'Kohralx Vorian Churgo Desmonda.”

Her body felt warm, as she closed her eyes, gave into Allen [ since she wasn't much of a kisser ], and enjoyed the feeling. None of them noticed the strange thing that was about to happen. On Allen's back, the shape of a dragon began to show, the color was nothing but ice as the image became brighter, it levitated [ the drawing of a dragon] above them and later lowered itself while Jane's red hair [ Remember the part in one of the early chapters of this

It wasn't as firm as before. "Maybe I can help you." I spoke in a softer tone, a tactic Klaus had used on me countless times and it always worked. "Maybe all you need is someone with a different view." Scarlett sighed and unlocked her cell phone, then handed it to me. It's a drawing of a dress in dark tones, the top is the one with the most detail for now. It's a bodice with a black background, but you can see the drawings of scales making an S from the left shoulder and outlining the body, where it looks like the dragon's tail is hiding behind. On the right side it's cleaner, but I can see an arrow there and on the side there's a lace detail, as if they were small scales. There was also a t

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.

He accepted things so easily, with the quiet understanding that came naturally to children. Juliette, however, wasn’t quite ready to let him go back to colouring just yet. "What are you drawing, Cade?" she asked, leaning closer to get a look at his creation. Cade glanced up at her, then down at the colourful, abstract shapes he had been scribbling onto the paper. "A dragon," he said matter-of-factly, though the image looked more like a tangled rainbow. "But he’s invisible, so you can’t see him yet."

My miracle. He was five now—soft curls, bright eyes, skin that held the golden warmth of a sunbeam. He had a gentle heart and a stubborn streak I know too well. And right now, he was coloring a giant red dragon with a blue crown. “It’s you,” he said suddenly, sitting up. I blinked. “Me?” Kelvin nodded solemnly and held up the drawing. The dragon was strong, with large wings, and it hovered over a small castle. “You’re the queen dragon. And you protect the castle from bad guys.”

She walked towards the picture. 'There is a dragon drawn on the wall in front of her. She has never seen one up close before, but the drawing isn’t hard to understand even if she didn’t know what it was called for. It’s a black and white image of a dragon, only much larger than any she’s ever seen, with four large wings, a long tail, and thick fur along its sides, two horns curling out from its skull. Its mouth opens wide, and two long teeth jut out as if ready to strike, and she can feel its power radiating off the wall. The scales are darker in coloration than those of any other dragons.' Her hand reaches up without permission as she tries to touch the painting."