Pyroraptor Drawing Novels & Stories

Ryker winks and blows kisses at me and I giggled. "Don't move silly," I scolded him and he chuckled. I studied his lines and his stunning eyes. "You have amazing eyes Ryker, one is actually silver, and the other a bright blue" I mumble softly. "My brother Sphinx's are gold," he comments softly. I raised my brow and eyed him curiously. "What's with your face tattoo?" I asked curiously as I added it to my drawing. "It's my dragon fire mark," he grins and I watched blue flames dance across his fingertips, it was pretty sexy the way it reflected off his contours. I eyed him admiringly and he smiled at me.

Just lurking in our world. As soon as the dust clears out, I can see it clearly. Clearer than ever with its black scales and serpentine body, it's black bat-like wings and intimidating purple eyes. It's loud roar and the fire coming out of its mouth. It's full scale body. It indeed is... a dragon. A dragon... just like in my drawings. They weren't dreams after all...

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."

Then he contacts Minotaur. “Minotaur, is everything okay there?” Cupid asked. “Yes. I saw Bacchus and Pegasus enter the house. I’m just waiting for an opportunity to shoot Black Dragon. He got some young boys with him.” Minotaur answered. “Young boys? Who are those young boys?” Cupid curiously asked. “I don’t know. I need to go, I will contact you later.” Minotaur said and turn off his intercom. “Sometimes, Minotaur is a snob.” Atlas commented.

He draws smoke from his lips like a smoke dragon.

The essence of flames exuded from this creature, resembling a piranha covered in hard red scales and having two pairs of limbs, like those of a lizard… Chaos quickly used Appraisal, finding that it was a Blazing Piranha Wyrm, a subspecies of lesser wyrm's, who held a very thin amount of dragon bloodline and had the potential to become one if they evolved enough. The creature had the size of a car but was merely an A-Rank Monster. "Oh, that's an interesting specimen, my lord," said Belphegor.

Ryder yelled and repeatedly struck the ground, the anger in him was overwhelming, and more than anything, he wanted to see the wizard’s blood spilled by his sword. “Pythias Sai!” he yelled out in frustration. “Ryder!” Borox’s voice came to his ears and he snapped his head at the man. Borox froze on seeing Ryder, his eyes were darkened and smoking, and so was the rest of his body. “The girl…” Borox managed to say and Ryder removed his attention from him to Lyra. He stood up and went to where she was, got down on the ground, and pulled her to himself, placing an open palm on her chest where she bled from. Slowly his appearance normalized and Borox was able to approach him.

Rhyker asked behind me, I jumped and hid my papers. "Nothing." I smiled sheepishly. He narrowed his eyes at me and snatched the papers that I hid behind my back. I'm bad at hiding stuff, I know that. "What is this kind of drawing? You aren't born to be an artist sweetheart." He said with a dramatic sigh, I rolled my eyes at his comment. "I was wondering who might be the enemy that poisoned Raphael and stole some of our herbal portions." "It was an intern and we are still trying to figure out who stole the natural herbs, it must be a thief." He replied casually as if this wasn't important for him, a thief? Rhyker, please be aware of your surroundings.

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

But that wasn’t what he was drawing today. There was a picture of two girls—rendered crudely in crayon, but still identifiable as girls. One of them had short blond hair and the other had long brown braids. Their hands were on their faces and their mouths open in screams. David had drawn these as big black circles. A huge black shadow hovered before them, a shapeless body with red eyes and clearly defined hands. The hands looked like long silver knives. There were many drawings before this one. Lauren wondered how long David had been at it.