Dragon Ears Drawing Novels & Stories

As the daylight pours in and debris falls from above and hit the nearly completely deleted ground, my awing eyes continue to expand stupendously as I take in the beauty of these beings staring down at me. Their emerald eyes, large and gem-like, seem to be particular as they concentrate on me. Large heads with a blue-lit symbol of the crescent moon carved into the middle of their foreheads, huge black Dragon wings a little open at their sides as their massive bodies prop up on their limbs. The one to the left has a thick fine grey mane that frames its face, while the other appears to be a female without a mane. Oh dear...they’re so huge. Are they supposed to come out like this? How did they f

He was shirtless and standing in the doorway, stepping in and closing it behind him while he watched me. I titled my head at him and bit my bottom lip as I felt the heat in his gaze but my attention was securely on the mark on his chest, squarely over his heart. It was once again swirls of green, silver, black with a dragon in flight over a full moon. It wasnt as abstract as Kane’s was, a little more clear and more dragon centric as well. It was beautiful.

While Gerald remembered seeing a picture of a similar instrument with pearls in the dragons’ mouths, these dragons had large copper coins in their mouths instead. “Please place your hands on any two of the dragons’ heads,” said Master Ghost. Gerald simply obeyed, and moments after touching the cold dragon heads, the eyes of all nine of the copper dragons began glowing in a green light! With how lustrous their eyes were, the nine dragons almost seemed to be alive. As Gerald continued looking at them curiously, he soon heard ‘clinking’ sounds coming from the instrument.

Other than Arne, even those who did not want to admit that fact had been forced to. Even the disciples of the Deer Pavilion behind Arne had slowly accepted the truth. Time flashed by, and the stage was quickly cleaned up. Fane steadily walked up the stage again. This time, the crowd was exceptionally quiet. Everyone was already looking at Fane with a different expression. The caretaker took out another black scroll. After opening the scroll, five new beast images were shot into the air. Fane looked up at those beasts in detail. Fane was thankful that he recognized two out of the five beasts this time. The first was a coral drake that was on the rightmost end, while the nine-tailed scarlet fo

“Please. I couldn’t resist.” She was going to vomit if they didn’t stop. With a surreptitious twitch, she turned and eyed the green-blue dragon as it crept over the grass and closer into the range of the torch lights. Her breath caught. Murky shades cleared and brightened into smooth turquoise, and the dragon’s body was long and snake-like, similar to Netra’s. But she could swear the creature reminded her more of a wyrm with its slender legs instead of the bulking, muscular stature she was accustomed to seeing. Indeed, the claws looked more like bird’s feet, and not only that, she saw graceful, catfish-like whiskers drooping down the sides of the dragon’s snout. This was like no dragon she’d

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.

She was somewhere around seven or eight, completely absorbed in whatever she was drawing, her tongue pressed to the corner of her mouth in concentration. I lowered myself carefully into a chair near her, mindful of my ribs, and looked at the paper. The drawing was full. Not in a crowded way, in a deliberate way, like she had a clear picture in her head and was working her way across the page with intention. There was a dragon in the top left, red and blocky with impressive teeth. Below it, a woman in a red cape with a pointed hat on a flying broom, carefully coloured with a orange crayon. To the right of that, something with fangs and a dark cape that I was fairly certain was meant to be a v

Sconces on either side provided extra illumination to the hanging, and what was depicted upon it was unmistakable. The battle at Haedral Valley. It was the only piece of décor to depict a Dragon, and this one showed quite vividly the form of Neyalha swooping low over Minotaur soldiers, spewing great gouts of flame that engulfed them. In the fore of the composition was the form of a fallen Minotaur, scorched and bloody, a sword lying beside him on the ground. Andric recognized the woven depiction of the sword he had brought.

He smiled, “Go for it, babe. I know you’ll make them awesome.” I started on the basement nursery. I drew a dragon surrounding a howling wolf, with a harvest moon in the background. Then I walked to the first-floor nursery and drew a gold dragon flying with a blue sky and the gold sun in the background. In the second-floor nurseries, I drew the Moon Goddess standing over three wolf cubs in one, I drew the Moon Goddess standing over three baby dragons in another, then I drew the Moon Goddess standing over two sleeping baby dragons and one sleeping wolf cub. Aidinth looked at each of the sketches and gasped, “Babe, these are amazing! I almost can’t wait to see what they’re going to look like af