Dragon Ears Drawing Novels & Stories

--- Elara was home with Aunty Dora while I worked, a temporary arrangement until we figured out school situation. I returned to find them doing art projects at the kitchen table, papers and crayons spread everywhere. "Mommy!" Elara bounced up, waving a drawing. "Look what I made!" I took the paper, expecting typical child art rainbow, house, stick figure family. Instead, I found something far more unsettling. A figure in the drawing stood outside a house, partially hidden behind a tree. The figure was rendered in dark colors, blacks and grays with emphasis on eyes that seemed to watch.

Sitting on the floor put him perfectly at the twins' eye level. Maple immediately scrambled forward to the very edge of the cushions. He shoved the messy stack of dragon drawings right into Tate's large hands. "Look at this, Dad!" Maple said, his voice full of excitement. "You need to see the water dragons. They are moving across the big ocean right now because the mountains are too cold." Tate held the paper carefully, his massive fingers holding the edges gently so he would not rip the crayon drawing. "Tell me about these marks in the corner, Maple," Tate said softly, pointing a finger at the crayon scribbles. "What do they mean?"

She didn’t pull her hand away from his. She watched as Daniel pushed the green dinosaur to the edge of the paper, then picked it up and held it in front of his eyes, tilting his head to look at it. He turned the dinosaur over, with the bottom side facing up, and touched its belly with his finger. Then he put the dinosaur back on the paper. With his other hand, he picked up a crayon and drew something around the dinosaur—it was hard to tell from the rooftop’s perspective. It might have been a fence, or a castle, or maybe just a random scribble by a four-year-old child.

"That's a brachiosaurus. That's Patterson. That's Gerald." Damien leaned in. The drawings were beautiful in their simplicity. But then Eli picked up a dark brown crayon, shifted his weight, and began constructing a fourth silhouette on the edge of the page. It was tall, blocky, and isolated from the others. Damien watched the wax hit the paper. "Who's that?" Eli looked up, giving his father that immensely patient expression. "That's you. You're my favorite, too." The kitchen fell completely, weightlessly silent.

“…I’m going to see the tattoo on your hand, right? I doubt she’d force you to rub it off while it’s still healing.” “I doubt she’d even see it.” Gryphon hissed a sigh. He then stopped at a design. “This should look good enough. It’s rather simple and would heal faster.” “You really like simplistic lion art, don’t you?” Andrea chuckled and looked through her book to find an eagle that looked similar in style. “Can I ask them to just copy the wreath and put this eagle head instead? They can do that, right?” Gryphon nodded, but he answered softly upon hearing the owner discussing with someone outside. “I like simple designs because I’m not fond of a literal lion. If I was, you should have eaten

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.

Her screams gone louder as her seal on both hands starts to glow their elemental color. On her left arm, a ruby red dragon began to materialize as her right arm's seal emits an arctic blue gleam that forms a dragon. Her tears are streaming down her cheeks, but her eyes are screaming anger. Soon enough, the dragons soar in the air as an energy sphere was being made.

But that wasn’t what he was drawing today. There was a picture of two girls—rendered crudely in crayon, but still identifiable as girls. One of them had short blond hair and the other had long brown braids. Their hands were on their faces and their mouths open in screams. David had drawn these as big black circles. A huge black shadow hovered before them, a shapeless body with red eyes and clearly defined hands. The hands looked like long silver knives. There were many drawings before this one. Lauren wondered how long David had been at it.

His green eyes was fixated on the hall in front of him and his face bore the annoyed expression I'd come to know. "Dameon!"I breathed. His head snapped towards my direction and the darkness that surrounded him gave enough room to see him properly. And vice versa. His hair... so long like the Fae's. Waist length and... neatly slicked backwards. His chiseled features were honed to perfection. Sharpened. His ears were pointed as well...and... Wings? Where the Fae glistened, he was simply... dark. He cocked his head and his face lit up with a smile that was nothing short of evil and cruel.

“Mommy, Daddy, look!” Thomas turned off the stove, wiping his hands on a towel before crouching down to her level. “Let’s see this masterpiece.” Lily carefully held up the paper. The dragon she had drawn was big and colorful, with red wings, yellow flames, and a green tail. It was messy, with crayon lines darting everywhere, but it was full of heart. “Wow,” Thomas said, his voice filled with awe. “That’s the coolest dragon I’ve ever seen.”