Dragon Eyes Drawing Novels & Stories

The Winter Fairy *** At Drawitles( realm of dragons)... Elena, Uriel, Elevina, and Joyce finally teleported into Drawitles realm of the dragon. With the name, yeap they will be dragons! Elena, Uriel, Elevina and Joyce started their journey into Drawitles. The home of a giant, fire breathing dragon. Flying on their way they see giant rock's, volcanoes, hot water springs, tall grey scaly rocks, green garden's with jungle like trees, and a tall gaint castle covered with black thorn twigs.

Right before his eyes, the chains holding the dragon began to snap as the dragon shook it's huge self a bit, especially the place where Hiro's blood had touched. With a slow, deliberate movement, the dragon unfurls its majestic wings, stretching it out. The cave they were in began to tremble beneath its claws as the dragon rose, shaking off the torpor of its thousands years long slumber. Opening its eyes slowly and staring right deep into his eyes were the deepest and darkest onyx eyes to ever exist, with red dots in it. The dragon was a mesmerizing blend of ancient power and mystical elegance. Its scales shimmers like polished obsidian.

“Mitch. Yes, Mitch.” “Mine. My Kellie.” He said in a deep growl as his thrusts pounds into me. The sound of our flesh slapping against each other. Our climax begin to climb together as I could feel his pleasure along with mine. It must be the bond and our lovemaking feels more intense. “Open your eyes. Look at your mate. Look at me.” He growls at me. I open my eyes, look at him, and saw his eyes had changed again. The dragon is here. “Are you afraid my mate? Are you afraid of your dragon?”

He drew closer, still circling, until I could make out details of his form, the powerful wings spread wide, the strong legs drawn close to his body. More like a scaled wild cat than a sinuous snake, I noted as my heart fluttered with instinctual fear. His head was square, strong, the canine teeth over-biting the bottom lip long and white against the golden scales. The scales shifted in colour, white across his belly, pale yellow and green grading into a dark, deep gold across his back with its spinal ridges showing orange in places - possibly, I thought, where the blood sat closer to the surface. Did dragons bleed red?

Onder de saw his wife who was carrying her child standing in front of the tent before they came to see them, a scream came from behind. Everyone screamed and rushed outside to run for safety. Onder de is seeing what the situation is. Onder de found people running away from the place where he was talking to the leaders of the group and there was a huge giant dragon with 3 heads. It was dark black in color, the head in the middle had horns, the left head had whitish blue eyes and the other head with The fiery red eyes of the two of them had no horns. Both wings spread over his body. The dragon started spitting out flames that burned around, the other head spewed out thick dark green smoke that

I admire all the paintings, but there is one in particular that catches my attention. It is a painting of a deep blue dragon flying over a mountain during a raging thunderstorm, a mountain I know all too well. I am surprised that out of all the paintings of magical beasts, they have one of a dragon considering we rarely show ourselves to humans. But what really catches my eye is the long-jagged scar running across the right side of the dragon's chest, and its deep violet eyes. This dragon looks familiar. Much too familiar. Reaching out, I run my fingertips across the dragon in the painting. My eyes begin to blur with tears. It is almost an exact replica of Fafnir, dynamic and glorious as he

Her hands were clenched at her sides, her dark red nails trembling faintly as she fought to contain her anger. Opposite her, Dragon leaned casually against an antique wooden desk, his cold gray eyes gleaming with cunning. He wore a black shirt with the top buttons undone, revealing a glimpse of his tattooed chest, and dark trousers complemented by a leather belt with a gleaming silver buckle. His silver watch caught the faint light, and his tousled black hair gave him an air of unrestrained danger. "Enough, Dragon!" Jenny exclaimed, her voice choked as her luminous eyes radiated fury. "Can't you stop your ridiculous games for just one moment?!"

His lips quivered in fear as he stared at the dragon's eyes, which were like flames and body, so ancient and dark. “What do you want?” Minerva asked absentmindedly as the dragon stared into her soul. It nudged her head, its snout as if he could read her mind. Then it looked away from her. Behind her, Vincent stood there, a protective hawk. He didn't like it that there was another watching out for Minerva. “I don't like this dragon,” Vincent murmured. Minerva would have laughed if they were not in a situation like this. The dragon tilted its head as if he heard what Vincent had said. Then it moved his attention back to Minerva.

The image was raw, visceral, intensely painful. Slowly, agonizingly, he began to make sense of the memory, each detail slotting into place with brutal precision. His eyes, previously clouded with confusion, underwent a terrifying transformation, shifting from their natural hue to a blazing golden shade, the unmistakable manifestation of his dragon. He slowly raised his head, his gaze finding Eleanor, pinning her where she stood. Eleanor instinctively stepped back, recognizing those glowing, furious eyes as the dragon’s manifestation, a primal, terrifying power.

She released another more painful and louder howl but was cut short by the sound of a deafening screech followed by the majestic sight in front of her. Her mate had shifted into his dragon form while falling down the mountain slope and had flown right back up to her in all his scaly dragon glory. Dom's dragon was huge compared to Iri's wolf, almost the size of fifty wolves. He was jet black with familiar golden eyes that Iris had seen shine occasionally before, whenever the dragon was getting out of control. He was flying like a ginormous terrifying hummingbird looking at her wolf's eyes, baring its own set of killer sharp teeth, each almost the length of her leg. The scales shone as Dom cir