Dragon Wings Drawing Novels & Stories

Even the claws, depicted with sharp precision, seemed ready to rend stone or flesh with equal ease. The dragon's wings were a masterpiece of artistry, spanning wide across Phoenix's back. The wings were composed of leathery membranes stretched between elongated bones. Veins and ridges crisscrossed the membranes, giving them an appearance that suggested aerodynamic efficiency. As Astrid's gaze trailed down from Phoenix's back to his forearm, she discovered another piece of art etched into his skin. A Celtic knot design graced his arm, its elaborate twists and turns captivating her attention like a labyrinth of ancient lore.

Harris asked when he found two smaller horns at the base of Draven's neck, a perfect size for Harris' hands to hold onto. Draven nodded his head. Harris looked around nervously and felt as the beast began to rise to his feet, lifting his belly off the ground. Harris' grip on the horns tightened as Draven's wings expanded above them before thrusting down with force as the dragon kicked off the ground. The wind rushed under the dragon's body with each downward thrust of his wings. Everyone watched the beautiful and incredibly large dragon's body rise into the sky. His neck stretched out as he reached for height, thrusting his wings down as hard and fast as he could to gain more height.

The sound was a soft hum, the air shredding under the force of their dive. The drangel didn’t bother with subtlety. They came in screaming, each one armed with blades as long as my body. The first row slammed into the frost wyrms, wings folding at the last second, the impact shaking the air so hard it made my teeth ache. The wyrms reeled and their formation shattered. Some tried to climb, but the drangel were faster, slicing through their wings, peeling them out of the sky like rotten fruit. “I think they have this covered.” Ivan watched in awe as the drangel dove into the wyrms, slicing through them.

Perfect. "I haven't seen your wings in a while." I started, he raised an eyebrow. "You bought a lot of canvas and I need to fill them up with something. I think your wings are perfect, can you show me?" Perhaps I was too keen as his brow went higher than normal. "Please," I added. He chortled. "You don't have to beg, baby, I can show you my wings." My smile widened and I waited and watched as a pair of dark, black wings emerged from his back. Curiously, I got behind him and traced my hand on his feathers. They were dark and pretty, what a waste.

Ears twitched. A second later, the sky screamed. Something tore through the clouds above, wreathed in fire and shadow. Ekreth. He broke the heavens like a spear of flame. His dragon form was massive - larger than she remembered. His wings stretched wider than the valley, edged in burning gold. Scales glinted like obsidian, runes etched deep into his sides, glowing faintly with each beat of his wings. Fire licked at his maw, and his eyes - those terrible, beautiful eyes - glowed with fury.

This was a very terrifying aura. Under the surge of such momentum, Ding Tong stood in the middle of the sky and his clothes fluttered. Black light streams swirled around him as if he were turning into a black hole. Two huge wings appeared on his left and right sides. If one looked carefully, he could see that they were shadows of a saber and a sword. Each of them was thousands of meters long and appeared on his back like a giant wing. He raised his head and slowly stretched out his arms. Hum! Hum! Hum!

- I spoke honestly. - May I make a suggestion? - Draven asked, drawing my attention, I turned my head towards him and nodded. - I believe it would be good to mix the two, after all they have many similarities in color, you can also put in key points. - Your idea was good, after all the moths could have many colors, what differentiates are the drawings on the wings and their patterns. - That's a good idea indeed, thank you. - I smiled at the man, who reciprocated the gesture, and turned his attention to the other students.

He grabbed his phone and barked at Bernard, "Drag Wanda back here right now. I want her at Jilly and Harvey's engagement party, and she'd better congratulate them in person!" After that, Dad dove headfirst into planning the engagement, micromanaging every little thing himself. Bernard, who was supposed to get in touch with me, called nonstop for three days, but all he got was nothing. Even when he tried to track me down, the only thing he dug up was my last connecting flight. It was like I'd just disappeared off the face of the earth. Everything about me stopped cold the day I left home. Bernard began sweating bullets and could barely spit it out to Dad. "M-Mr. Swain, Wanda's… I think she's

The person on the other side stated. I had to clear my throat before I could respond “Angels shouldn’t have clipped wings.” “I understand hold just a moment.” The man that had answered pressed a few buttons and before I knew it, I could hear June’s voice through the phone, “Are you safe?” June was straight to the point, but in her line of work I assume she had to be.

"What?" Azalia couldn't believe her ears. Surely, she hadn't heard Melech right. "A dragony?" She repeated in a puzzled voice. "Nobody in their right mind would ride such a dangerous creature." Dragonies were small dragon-like creatures belonging to the Adom Kingdom. They were a dark orange colour, their wings and bodies covered with red scales strong enough to stop a blade. They were gorgeous but could breathe fire and had extremely sharp fangs and claws that could kill a man on the spot. Azalia would never dare approach one of those too close.