Dragon Wings Drawing Novels & Stories

Free falling from the sky, I couldn’t stop screaming. My arms flailed around as if trying to grab onto something, even if there was nothing to grab. Above me was a Dragon, galactic in size. He had to be as massive as a mountain. I had to admit that the Dragon was alluringly breathtaking. Luminous metallic purple scales cascaded over its entire form. Its wings arched slightly as they span across the sky. Its head turned down as it looked at me, with large radiant indigo eyes. When it redirected and started flying toward me, I stopped screaming and simply stared at the magnificent beast.

I would love to take my time exploring Tana’s dragon form, although it would probably end up being a lot less platonic than it is with Little Red. As I look up at her wings, I can see their delicate beauty. The muscles run along the top of her wing and down the side of her body, almost like the muscles on a human arm, trailing down to lateral muscles on the side of the human body. There is a smaller muscle that covers the bottom of her wing going out to join the top of the wing at the tip. The rest of the wing seems to be made up of some type of covering, dragon skin maybe, with blood vessels and small bones that maintain the structure of the wing. The red coloring makes the wing just shy of

Draco's eyes were fixed on the Dragon King spirit figure flying over the lake with grace and charisma. The aura of the dragon's magic power felt immense and majestic. A golden silver flash of lightning glistened within the transparent blue-sky dragon spirit body. The dragon's wings looked so majestic and beautiful. The blue-sky skin with gold-silver tendrils colors on Zergenth's wings looked so beautiful. He looked like the king of the sky who controlled the sunshine and the flash of lightning within his body. The figure of Zergenth looked so majestic and enchanting.

I blinked away the dryness of the air hitting me and looked down, taking note of the deep black, scaly thing I was on. It was cool to the touch, yet somehow still warm when I pressed my hand against it some more. Then I felt the jolts that raced up made hands at the contact, no longer overwhelmed by fear and panic. My mind slowly put everything together and my head whipped around me, my stomach beginning to flutter and heat rushing to my face. Large black wings were rising and falling together on either side of me with long deadly looking claws at the bended peaks. A long thick tail trailed in front of me, swaying from side to side in the wind. And behind me was the long neck and narrow head

“I’m not used to drawing them so it’s more painful.” Her eyes went wide and I smirked. I never thought I’d like the feeling of someone looking at my wings. She stood in front of me, her eyes glued to what was behind me. “They’re… so big and gold! I thought angel wings were supposed to be white.” She reached out but pulled back. “It’s okay, go ahead.” My hands went around her waist as her fingertips brushed the feathers on my wings and traced the crowns etched into my wings. “Do all dinemus wings look like yours?”

I continued turning the pages, knowing that I’d be coming back to that later. Except the next couple of pages were also of me. Except this time with my wings. I knew that she had grown fond of them once she saw them, but this really proved to me just how much she liked them. There were three full, front and back pages full of just different pictures of my wings. Some with me attached and some not. Even for the short amount of time that she saw them, her drawings were pretty spot on. As well was the way that she drew me.

It wasn't as firm as before. "Maybe I can help you." I spoke in a softer tone, a tactic Klaus had used on me countless times and it always worked. "Maybe all you need is someone with a different view." Scarlett sighed and unlocked her cell phone, then handed it to me. It's a drawing of a dress in dark tones, the top is the one with the most detail for now. It's a bodice with a black background, but you can see the drawings of scales making an S from the left shoulder and outlining the body, where it looks like the dragon's tail is hiding behind. On the right side it's cleaner, but I can see an arrow there and on the side there's a lace detail, as if they were small scales. There was also a t

Dust rolled across the street as silence spread. Above, Krav’s dragon wings snapped once, then he dropped hard into the street. His body shifted in a rush of scales peeling away, wings shrinking, claws retracting. In seconds, he stood on two legs, naked, blood streaked, chest heaving, his cock swinging heavy with no shame.

The rabbit had been mended multiple times, each stitch a testament to the years of comfort it had provided. "Mommy!" Dorothea's voice was soft and sweet, her eyes bright with excitement. She shoved a freshly drawn picture toward the camera, pressing it so close to the lens that it blurred for a moment before she pulled back. On the paper, drawn in thick, heavy black crayon, stood a figure—tall, impossibly straight. It had no face, just a blank oval where features should have been. But behind its broad shoulders, a pair of enormous black wings spread wide across the page like a dark shroud. The wings were drawn with intense pressure, the crayon laid down so thickly that it left a slight textu

I couldn't wait to see his dragon and maybe teach him how to fly now that he had one. A few weeks after the park, Noah shifted for the first time. His dragon was slightly smaller than Elleanna's had been, but was an emerald green in color with black horns and a black arrow tipped tail. His wings were a shiny midnight black that looked similar to bat wings, but way longer. His eyes changed to an onyx color in dragon form, but they had sky blue specks all through them.