Pyroraptor Drawing Novels & Stories

"No potions. Just us." Gareth let out a breathless laugh, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close into a deep, tender embrace, resting his forehead against hers. "Thank you," he murmured against her skin. "My love..." Before they could share another quiet moment, the sound of energetic little footsteps pattered down the corridor. Liora burst into the sitting room, clutching a freshly drawn, somewhat messy sketch of a dragon. "Mama! Papa! Look at what I drew—"

Especially Cash and his gang. Drake’s body grew into his huge demonic form. When Ryder would pale in comparison next to Drake in that form, now he was a sight to behold. Imagine a solid black dragon with scales that would remind you of the galaxy. He walks upright on two feet in a semi humanoid form. His body thick with chiseled armor that looks to have grown straight out of his body. It was black like him, but changes colors depending on the direction he turns. The colors are breathtaking. Like the northern lights, they changed from black, to purple, to blue, to green, and yellow. Spikes protrude from both his elbows. I’m assuming its part of his battle armor. His body was magnificent in th

But then the ground shuddered. A roar split the air, rattling my bones. The jagged hole in the fortress flared with black fire as something massive stalked through. Ryker. His half-Lycan form filled the night, monstrous, fur bristling with veins of shadow. His eyes glowed like pits of molten blood, his grin a jagged wound. He stopped when he saw us—Lyra kneeling over me, her light spilling into my broken body. “How touching.” His voice carried like thunder. “The little witch wasting her light on a man already drowning in darkness.”

Jenny Anderson POV Dragon picked up a gun and jaw and refilled it before putting it in his waistband, allowing me to see the sharp V line. I'd be lying if I said that didn't excite me right now. His black shirt was short-sleeved so I could see his strong forearms as well as the tattoos on his body. "Maybe I should go to help get down the stairs." I went to open the door, and as usual Dragon closed it behind me.

At this point, she was sure the dragon was in control,but as suddenly as he changed, Drago came back to himself. “He will not hurt you,” he whispered in her ear,”he just wants to enjoy his mate.” “Mmm,” Madchen moaned and all her inhibitions dissipated like a mist into the night. Drago wasted no time as he sat up, and ripped his shirt off, revealing his perfectly toned abs and pecs.He pulled her up with him. They were chest to chest now,Madchen completely absorbed in the bliss that was Drago, her sexy onyx dragon. Suddenly, his lips claimed hers with a fiery passion, demanding entrance to her delicious mouth with his tongue. Madchen Allowed it, letting him lead as he explored her mouth. Soon

Viktor looked like a huge winged lizard, but his eyes were still brown and human. Serra and the rock guy looked at him in shock and surprise. Blood gone from their faces. Viktor or the creature - whatever that was - roared loudly, waking the birds around and flew away in horror. The Reaper hissed back as if challenging Viktor. It advanced to Viktor, slithering its way forward but Viktor spewed out a fiery breath. The Reaper turned back hissing and drooling between its teeth. It looked at them for a moment and then disappeared into the woods, blending into shadows.

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

Though Alpha Valor was 1000 years old, he looked in his early 30s. None of them looked their age. His mother, Luna Emmaline, looked in her 20s, the second leader of his family's small pack. She has blonde hair. The greenest eyes I'd seen. She's also tall but not as tall as the male and has a voluptuous body. All the she-wolves seem to have a curvy body, a large bust, and the ideal buttock size, which makes me wonder why Connor chose an uncurvy and ordinary-looking human girl like me.

Rori looked on in terror as Mina’s eyes began to glow purple, but as she glanced at Kristi, her friend looked like she was in pain. “Leave them alone Mina!” Rori roared and almost as if her anger fueled the flits they appeared to grow in size and intensity. Murdok roared at the top of his lungs and let a large plume of fire escape his throat, attempting to lure the small fire creatures away from the suffering boy, but as the inferno burst free the flames seemed to move on their own and began to swirl around Rori’s body. The flits immediately dropped Mason and swarmed Rori, they buzzed and flew in blurred streaks around her, creating virtually a funnel cloud of flame and heat.