Dragon Eyes Drawing Novels & Stories

I resisted the lure and tried to wake my sleeping dragon again. "I was not asking."He said and his voice came out in layers,causing my attention to snap to him and i barely noticed her stir at the change. His eyes started to burn like liquid fire and his nostrils flared. He grunted in displeasure and shut his eyes tightly. I stood rooted to the spot,noting the way his skin flickered from its normal tone to being cloaked with fire,the way his claws retracted and grew out again and the quick appearance and disappearance of...wings.

***** As Astrid and Phoenix found themselves enveloped in the warmth of the shower, the steamy tendrils of water swirled around them. Astrid's eyes traced a path down Phoenix's back, following the mesmerizing lines of a majestic black dragon tattoo that adorned his skin. The dragon's head was a focal point of the tattoo, its features fierce and noble. Eyes that seemed to follow Astrid's gaze held an otherworldly intelligence, while its sharp fangs hinted at the creature's primal nature. Its neck arched gracefully, giving it a regal posture that commanded attention. From the powerful shoulders down to the tapered tail, every contour of its form spoke of strength and resilience. The artist had

Vladimir explained. He unwrapped his arms from around me and walked to his desk, opening it, he showed me a file which contained his drawings. I nodded at him, asking for permission to see the rest of the pictures. The one he showed me was of a black dragon with a red eye and fire coming out of its mouth. “Why’d you stop though?”

So, Naomi expected the beasts to have some level of distinctiveness but she wasn’t prepared for the sleek, elegant, and powerful animal that was presented to her. The scales of the she-dragon looked like they had been painted with snow. Her wings were of the same color but had a hint of royal purple around the tips of the membranes. The dragon was massive, smaller than Dreygor but larger than Elyx. Her dark, elliptical pupils surrounded by piercing yellow scleras stared back at Naomi in challenge as if to say, ‘Try me again, little human.’

Entering what felt like a dream, his gaze was immediately and completely entranced by the most captivating paintings of dragons although only one drew his eye. A bluish grey formidable reptile perfectly captured, crutching as if hunting or something. Its eyes narrowed slits as its sheer gaze weakened his resolve. Somehow felt like the masterpiece studied his every move, every breath he takes and studied his every move. Taking in the beauty that was not there seven give or take years ago. That's when a voice called out and he once more jumped once more. Startled but this time at the mere thought of being caught admiring fine art. ‘’Elementalist.’’

I can't believe what I am looking at. ''It's a dragon!'' I say shocked. A big blue dragon in the same color as Gabriel's eyes emerges. It has shiny scales and sharp claws. On its tail, there are sharp dark blue spikes. The eyes are orange like a big burning sun. ''Noelle this is Dagahra my dragon,'' Gabriel says.

“This is not what I came to your school for... this should not have happened!” Rori was standing there leaning against a tree with her hands clutching at her shirt and neck while she struggled to catch her breath, “what?” Murdok looked at Rori and scratched the back of his head, “I meant only to bring your shoes, but I saw how sad you looked, and your friends didn't seem to give the space you seemed to want at that moment, I'm sorry I should not have brought you out here.” Murdok hurried back to his bike, while Rori followed and neither spoke a word as he mounted the bike and offered her his helmet. Rori took the helmet and stared at it for a minute, noticing that it had a gigantic dragon on

it moved to the gate of the ocean god’s door and turned to the main gate near where I was hanging. The dragon has one big eye and it is bright like the sun. it's about 18 meters tall. It has I long tail with sharp scales that can even cut steel easily. After the dragon had moved around so many times it started to bark like a dog. After it has barked a couple of times it crawled to lie beneath where I was hanging. A few minutes later the eye of the dragon went off completely. It released two legs and forcefully plugged out the old eye. Because the dragon laid beneath me I saw everything plainly with my naked eyes. It didn't struggle to take the old eye off.

The points of light formed the outline of a dragon, but the longer he looked, the more something about it felt wrong. This dragon wasn't like the ones in the Dragon Abyss. The true dragons there were five-clawed creatures, formed from the traditional composite: rabbit eyes, deer antlers, an ox muzzle, a camel's head, a clam's belly, tiger paws, eagle talons, fish scales, and a serpent's body. They weren't winged lizards. Yet the figure on the wall, though it strove toward a serpentine shape, had an abdomen that bulged in a way that resembled folded wings pressed flat against its body.

“Get this thing off of me!” But I could not look away from the sky. The swirling shapes, dancing around one another in circles, their wings spread out wide. Their tails long and tapered, following behind them like serpents. And more frightening than anything, the fire that spilled from their mouths. Mouths full of dozens of sharp, wet teeth. Dragons.