Flying Dragon Outline Novels & Stories

Jasmine questioned her grandmother with twinkling eyes “It.. it is a big… big marvelous creation of universe… he is huge.. very huge… as huge as our castle, standing proudly on his four legs ho look nothing less than a king, his sharp claws as a equally to a solider sword which can slash anything that comes in its way, spiky his red eyes look like fine rubies form high mountains which look as if it is holding fire in them…. his massive body is covered in midnight scales which reflect moonlight in them, his spiky back and long tail sets beautifully in their place and complement his appearance, but most enchanting feature of a dragon is his ‘WINGS’,….. His humongous midnight wings… when he sp

he said, who then called out to a large dragon that flew around the palace. I saw the dragon fly closer to here, a huge black horrible dragon. The dragon landed very well on the ground with its massive body. The handsome one helped me approach his dragon, he even helped me get on the horse's back. I sat in the front and the handsome one in the back. He's very close to me, tightly hugging me from behind with one hand while holding onto the dragon with the other. I just need to hold on to the dragon, I feel safe as this guy holds me as a dragon that starts to fly into the sky.

Three persons. As the beast got closer, now flying down towards him, Arth found it was a flying lizard; a dragon. It had a long, thick body with dark-scaled skin and black wings like a bat. "More demons ... no ..." Arth sharpened his eyes, then he spotted the three riders, two men and a woman. "Humans?" He said, his eyes spread wide open. "Dracarth!" a woman's voice cried out. The dark dragon breathed in big air, its mouth and nose glowing. As it lunged downward, it blasted swirling purple flames, flying around to burn the demons surrounding Arth.

The sparkling silver balls of light swooshed around as if it was controlled by a person or another being. "Wha..?" I breathed out in disbelief frowning as I saw the stars lining together one by one into the shape of a long creature. My eyes widened as more of these stars flew in from far away, holding onto the creature like in shapes of large wings. I opened my mouth in disbelief watching the drawing of the creature unfold before me, "A dragon..?"

His words had Liana raising an eyebrow when he said getting back will be faster in dragon for. 'I guess we'll just have to find out.' I shrugged and got on, ignoring Liana's bitchy comments and how much she hates flying. Tyrone's dragon is a beautiful black dragon with blood-red eyes, whereas Killian's is white. I wonder what beef they have going on but I shake my head. Now is not the time for that, Valerie. Now focus.

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.

A ripple of movement spreads across the enemy formation. Two figures rise from the chaos below. Not soldiers. Not desperate followers. Generals. I feel their presence the moment they enter the sky. One is fae. The other dragon. They move together like two halves of the same blade. The dragon is massive—old scales darkened by centuries of battle. The fae warrior rides the creature’s back like a shadow carved from silver armor, his spear glowing faintly with ancient magic. They do not rush me. They circle. Studying.

Wrapped in blinding light As every dragon looked up in astonishment. Because above the forest Two enormous figures had appeared. One dragon made of golden light. One phoenix made of silver-violet fire. And they were flying together.

“Let’s lift.” Her wings unfurled in a flare of violet-black flame, the Circle pulsing along her spine. The others shifted, their dragon forms rippling into existence around her. One by one they lifted into the air and Avi rose last, the air bending with Dawlya force as she joined them.

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."