Dragon Eyes Drawing Novels & Stories

Arth yelled with all the breath he had as he stopped between Lucas and the beast, extending both arms to the side. Surprisingly, the dragon closed its glowing mouth, then its head glanced down towards Arth, studying him for a long moment. Amidst the terrifying silence, Arth could hear his heart jumping wildly against his chest. He swallowed hard the lump on his throat while he looked up at Draphiron’s face. He had never realized until now that it only had one eye open, as the other one was gone.

"I want my big drawing papers. The ones with my dragon pictures." "Your dragon pictures?" I smiled, opening the drawer to pull out his messy stack of drawings. "Yes, my dragon papers!" Maple said, his small face lighting up. "I need to fix the cold dragons. The blue ones." I sat down right between them on the soft cushions. The living room quickly became loud and full of energy. "Look, Mama!" Maple shouted, pointing a sticky finger at a large, messy crayon drawing of a dragon with massive wings. "This is a snow dragon. He lives in the very cold mountains. He eats ice and he breathes blue fire."

My dad and I step into the clearing, in the garden area behind the events center. I feel the shift starting, before I even have time to get undressed. I hear my bones snapping and rearranging, and the pain is like nothing I've ever felt before. I scream and double over in pain. As I hit the grown on my knees, Crimson says, “It’s almost over, try and relax.” As I mentally roll my eyes the pain stops. I open my eyes, and what I see shocks me, my dragon stands 12 feet tall, and has a 6 foot long tail. Her scales are red with purple outlines around them, and she has large wings that reach a total of 8 feet across, when fully open. Her wings are purple with Red outlines, opposite of her scales. A

Dragons were ruthless, demon spawns of Satan that destroyed everything in their path, but oh were they some of the most gorgeous creatures on this planet! Tora, my mate, showed me some pictures that her sister had taken of her dragon before. I was in complete and utter awe of her. Her scales were the color of dusk, when the dark blues and purples mixed with the black. They had a metallic shine to them making them look like they had stars everywhere. Her eyes, oh goddess her eyes, they were the color of the most beautiful sunset. That perfect blend of dark yellow and orange.

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."

I can tell this makes Reyna even more upset, but this must be found. “Reyna I need you to shift. I believe that we can tell where you are from by your dragon. The only dragons to give birth to live young are gemstone dragons like Ty.” I tell her. Ty shifts into her dragon to make Reyna more comfortable. I hear several gasps, including Haratio and his two. I know they all knew what kind of dragon she was, but I think seeing it made it real for them. Dray and Drake shift into theirs and, as usual, stand on each side of her like two large bodyguards. I roll my eyes at those two. All the kids start shifting, and I smile when I see Elayni’s dragon. She is somewhere, size-wise, between T

The way some of the quieter kids flinched when certain footsteps approached. I knew the signs. I’d lived them. My tail lashed once, sharp enough to make the nearest pup squeak and hide behind a stuffed wolf. “Miss Nyx?” The little bandaged girl was back, holding up her drawing from earlier. “For you. Because you have a tail like a dragon.” It was me—crude purple horns, red eyes, black wings I definitely didn’t have, and a long violet tail curled protectively around a circle of smaller wolves.

I sat down on the chair facing the sofa and I let my eyes return to normal. “The moment the King lays eyes on Abigail he’ll want her to bond with Prince Nicu. The strongest dragon in existence is the gray dragon. The silver white dragon is next in line, then comes the violet dragon and so on. Royal Dragons have always been what is known as Russian Violet, the darkest shade. We all know the darker the shade the stronger the dragon.” “A woman born of a man with a strong dragon is desirable but the bond has always been respected.” If we were normal people Sorin would’ve been right, but we weren’t.

he responds. I'm thrilled he can hear me. It must be his magic, though I'm sad at his answer. To have this ability and not use it would cause too much suffering for me. I must think positive thoughts while around him, so I start asking questions while we swoop through the sky. "Tell me the colors of the other dragons." "Goddess have mercy," he growls. "Bastian is red, Laryn blue, and Tahr silver." I'm on a roll. "Do you ever fly together?"

And there they were, our five little dragons, breaking free of their shells with tiny claws and tiny wings and tiny, furious roars that echoed off the stone walls. It was the most terrifyingly beautiful thing I had ever seen. Each of them was perfect in their own way. Ryn, with his shimmering blue scales and mischievous golden eyes. Tetris, who had Lorien’s fiery red coloring and a curious streak a mile wide. Duncan, solid and steady, with dark bronze scales and a quiet strength that reminded me of his father. Eina, delicate and graceful, with silver wings that sparkled like moonlight. And Violet, my little wildflower, with deep violet scales and a fierce, stubborn spirit that let you know r