Dragon Wings Drawing Novels & Stories

<3 I love you all, my wonderful readers, Thank you for everything! - I didn’t know why, but I found myself following them outside; into the forest. Tristan’s words echoed in my head painfully. Whatever Antonio Venturi wanted, he was willing to deprive these creatures of their wings. The wings of a dragon were its most majestic feature. The large beautiful wings that helped them soar high into the skies. With that Tristan had told me I knew Venturi’s goal was something more powerful than I could ever imagine. It had my mind become a war of two sides, whether to help them stop Venturi, like I had initially planned, or leave for my own sake.

I was going with my messenger. Just then, I felt a sweet sensation rush through me, just the same way I had felt the first time Lillian hugged me. "Look up!" My messenger squeaked, pointing to the sky. I looked up and saw two Were-dragons. They had wings and the aura of a dragon around them. What shocked me most was the golden wings on the male. The wings were just like mine. I stopped the horse and spread out my wings. Jumping off the horse, I flew up to the sky and blocked their path.

She had her hand coiled into a tight fist to keep herself from scratching that stupid smirk off his face. He only gave her a careless shrug before leaning against the comfortability of his arm chair. The choice was hers to make and knowing how badly she'd give into his demands but not without a fight. He was sure! Aria just sat there with blood boiling through her veins. If she was a female dragon_angry fumes would have been evaporating through her nostrils at that point but she wasn't and Frank should be thankful for that fact. Why in the world would he want her when she has made it crystal clear to him that she doesn't even want to speak with him not to talk of being seen anywhere with him

Suddenly I heard a loud grumbling coming from somewhere inside his body I thought there was another monster inside him. “Ugh…” The dragon wailed. “If only you didn’t crash on me, I would’ve gone razing a kingdom to find some food.” He then flapped one of his big black and golden glistened wings. “Now I’m hungry and I’m injured.” He sighed. “Uhm.” I snapped back when I realized I’ve been staring at his majestic wings in awe. I mean, they looked somewhat familiar. “I don’t think I should ask but, what kingdom do you want to feast on?”

- Wait until you will see your wings. Kaitlyn turned around and glared at him. - You are not helping me here. - The witch hissed while Demetria freed herself and spun around, checking what her uncle was talking about. She gasped at the sight of two massive dragon wings on her back. It seemed to be too much for her, and the girl dropped to her knees. Demetria tried to cover her face with her hands, but she glanced at the blue fire and stopped herself from doing it.

Nyra’s POV At first only shape. A long curving line. Wings suggested in brilliance. A neck arching with impossible grace. Then detail rushed into it with terrifying beauty. Scales. Not fully solid, not like an ordinary creature made of flesh, but detailed enough that my breath caught on them. Each one edged in golden linework, each one holding a luminous texture like a memory of metal and flame and ancient skin given phantom life. A body vast and elegant and unmistakably dragon unfurled above us, airy and radiant but not intangible in the way fog is intangible. More like spirit given true geometry. Power choosing outline.

After the day’s meal, Cain and Avi slipped away to the lake. Steam rose gently from the nearby hot spring, and the air shimmered with reflected light. The water was warm and inviting, the surface rippling under the breeze. They swam for a while, laughing softly, before settling on a blanket near the edge where the earth was dry and fragrant. Cain’s tone shifted as he turned to her. “You asked about your wings,” he said quietly. “Let me show you what they mean.” His hands moved carefully, tracing the visible lines where her Draynor wings lay dormant beneath the skin. His touch was slow, reverent, and somehow electric awakening nerves she hadn’t known existed.

Its wings are like tree branches, stretching out in every direction and giving off a shimmer similar to the wings of a fairy. "Uh... Finn?" The fairy laughs behind me, and I close my eyes when the dragon rushes past us to head for Beatrice and her crew. Finn turns us around, and I observe the dragon roar at the werewolves, who come to a halt upon seeing the angry dragon. A colorful blast of fire leaves the dragon's jaws, and Beatrice and her crew scream in fright before turning tail. They head for the portal while the beautiful dragon chases them with its large, rainbow wings spreading to give it more momentum.

Once I have finished here, with this pathetic dog, I won't stop until the entire Were species has been wiped from this earth. The sky slowly lit up all around us, pulling me from my delicious dreams of grandeur. A bright blue light came from around a cabin, half blinding me as it did. I shielded my eyes with my arm and hissed as the light approached. As it got closer, I could start to pick up on the makings of a shape. A long winding tail whipping around behind it, a strong and outstretched neck, razor sharp teeth inside a large open mouth, and above that two glowing crystal blue eyes. Two large and intimidating wings spread out across the sky, lighting it up in a bright blue glow. It was a

Like glass shattering, the stones and pillars of the earth breaking around us sound harshly crystalline, his flesh protecting my own as we roll. And then everything stops. His wings fold open, leaving me exposed to the cold coastal breeze. Everything is silent except for the sound of the waves and the call of distant birds. Stunned, I try to pull myself up onto my arms. The dragon beneath me is a large beast. Seeing him like this, lying prone and powerless, I can appreciate the glory of his form. He is proud, his face finely sculpted, blue-green ridges, not unlike the fins of a large tuna, cascade along his spine. Large black horns curl back along his ears which are pointed and flat against