Dragon Wings Drawing Novels & Stories

She was somewhere around seven or eight, completely absorbed in whatever she was drawing, her tongue pressed to the corner of her mouth in concentration. I lowered myself carefully into a chair near her, mindful of my ribs, and looked at the paper. The drawing was full. Not in a crowded way, in a deliberate way, like she had a clear picture in her head and was working her way across the page with intention. There was a dragon in the top left, red and blocky with impressive teeth. Below it, a woman in a red cape with a pointed hat on a flying broom, carefully coloured with a orange crayon. To the right of that, something with fangs and a dark cape that I was fairly certain was meant to be a v

Ravi slammed the door behind him and was startled to find Adrian floating by the window, his wings flapping, hands folded across his chest, wearing a smug expression. He knew all too well that this creature was the one responsible for the chaos Ravi had just experienced. Ravi quickly moved to the window, fists clenched in anger, a sharp gaze directed at him with disapproval. He opened the window with a loud creak. "You're the problem here."

Angels have beautiful bird-like wings, like eagles and ospreys and hawks, whereas demons have grotesque bat wings. When you mix the two, it turns out you get something like my wings, smooth, dark blue, and like a dragon wing. Minus the boney parts and scales. Dad said the skin on our wings actually resembles the skin of sharks, which makes us very, very fast flyers. But what sets us apart from our predecessors, is that the wings can change shape. Quite literally.

It had been a long time since he had felt this happy, his cheerful mood made his appearance a lot more gentle than usual. The window was opened, and inside could be seen a stunning silver butterfly making its way in. Its body was covered in chalk dust, which sparkled and fluttered in time to the beat of its wings; while it was in the air, it wobbled a few times before softly landing in Drake's hand. This silver butterfly appears to be quite close to Drake, as evidenced by the fact that it is actively flapping its wings in response to the presence of Drake. Drake began by petting the silver butterfly before asking it a question.

She stomped the earth dragon. ROOOOARRRR! The earth dragon responded with a roar as he flick open his beautiful wings at both sides where Shadow stood. FLAAP! The massive wings expanded majestically and fluttered a few times. “Come!” Shadow gave a final order. FLAP, FLAP, FLAP, FLAP. The wings flapped slowly yet heavily and all of them ascended with the dragon beneath them. It took a few meters away from the ground before it flew towards the destination that Shadow desired.

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

[Carnelia] I must be asleep. That is the only reason I could be flying. I am a dragon with wings the color of the midnight sky. I am not alone as I travel beneath the stars. Flying next to me is another immense beast of extraordinary size, his wingspan large enough to cast a city-wide shadow. He is my mate, a handsome drake, strong and loyal. I feel more than a touch of pride flying by his side, knowing that he is mine and always will be.

Well she was ready now but he wasn’t there. Opening the door into the field she allowed it to shut behind her. Her gentle foot falls brought her to the edge of the platform. She looked down it with a smile before projecting herself off it. The wind in her face and the thrill of the fall she allowed her dragon self to take over. Her wings opening up at the last possible moment before she would collide with the ground, she glided over the ground before she angled up and flapped to the ceiling before spin diving to the ground. The thrill of this, the ability to fly like this. Now she knew why Asrar loved it and felt bad he didn’t do it more often.

It unfurled like a sail, wide and massive and utterly opaque, even the thinner unscaled membranes that made up the bulk of the single wing. Wing, Anzi marveled. She swallowed hard when Kai crossed the last stride of the distance between them with his left wing outstretched. Enormous. From behind his shoulder to the very tip of the wing, it was easily two meters, and she suspected it would span even wider if he were wholly transformed. She had yet to see him in his dragon form. What would he look like?

"I can imagine you perfectly with them. But they wouldn't be white, they would be black the same color as your eyes, maybe with a touch of red at the tips just to give a style. And I imagine they would be a little curved at shoulder height, and quite full and soft in everything else. The kind of wings that a human like me would never know how to describe until she could see it with her own eyes, and when she saw it, I wouldn't believe they could be so amazing.” Vraxlon's lips moved in a kind of sad smile. "They were almost as you think they are.” "You are beautiful, even without the wings," I said, because I wanted to take that smile off his face. Because I preferred malice or any sexual ten