Anime Demon Nezuko Drawing Novels & Stories

The little angel did know how to speak, she called my mate mommy, she had the cutest voice ever, but when her tantrum started I looked at her with a glare, one look was enough to get her to get back to her notebook and end the tantrum before it started. We did the same during all of our classes, and I could see the angel pulling on Amber's sleeve, wanting to show her the drawing she's been working on, I looked at the paper as well, she had drawn in green a dragon with horns and fangs, along with red drops going down his mouth, the drawing was one of a young child, but I could guess who she meant to draw, it was me in a picture. "Angel," Amber scolds her, I turned my face to the other side pr

he said, “and Zoe is my daughter. By blood. By choice. By name.” No dramatics. No pomp. Just truth. And then—unrehearsed— Zoe walked in. She carried her sketchpad and a stuffed koala. She climbed up onto the chair beside Anya, looked directly into the nearest camera, and said, “I made a picture.” Lena stepped forward with perfect timing and held up the drawing. Three figures. One tall, one with a braid, one with rainbow socks and a crown. All holding hands. The press didn’t speak.

Taking out his pencil to draw. Naevia sat on a stool, which Zane checked first before he allowed her to sit on. She posed for the artist to draw, and he didn't waste their time. "Ta-da!" He said, lifting his hands up. Naevia gets so excited that she begged the artist to let her see. Zane goes over to see it first. The artist had drawn Naevia as a beautiful pregnant queen, sitting on a throne. Zane likes it and thanks the artist. "This is beautiful Naevia. Look at it," Zane said, showing her the drawing.

I guess I was supposed to be touched but instead I couldn't help but smirk right back. "It's not my name but I wouldn't be called demonic if I didn't do something to deserve the title," I said and let my face go back to monotone before turning back to my drawing which was starting to look like a bouquet of wilting flowers holding one plastic one which stood out in the middle. There was nothing significant about it and I was probably going to throw the page away once this lesson had ended but before it could, the drawing was snatched off of my table and Zack held it in his hands whispering a ‘woah’ before nudging Blake who was on his other side and getting him to look at it. I would have care

Said Rasmus with a dejected sigh. "Oh shut up. She has beautiful eyes. Better than you two." Luca grumbled, making their head snap in his direction as they narrowed their eyes at him. "We know." They both said in unison, making Luca sigh. "My drawing is almost complete," Luca muttered and then showed his drawing to both of them only to earn a loud laugh from them. "What is this?" Hunter asked in between his laughter. "An angel," Luca replied with a shrug of his shoulder. "Luca, that looks like a mosquito," Rasmus commented with fake pity. Earning a low growl from Luca and his growl was like a baby.

Because after I was done, I looked down. I saw Angelstar, my wolf, and a beautiful wolf has a midnight color on his tail and under his chest with a shape of a paw on his chest. I knew it was a bigger guy than her and me because they were on the mountain top watching the sky. Then something came to my mind. So I started drawing on the other pad. I was underlining the picture and coloring and shadowy the part of the picture. Once I was done. I gasped and hid my flush face because I had drawn a girl with beautiful platinum blonde hair and purple eyes, but I kept my eyes on her. Oh, my God! The drawing looks just like-

A scrapping of a chair breaks the deteriorating conversation across the dinner table, Athan moving his chair back and heading out to the hallway. “Athan what are you doing?” His mother calls out after him, her eyes flickering between Calian and me. “I’m…here…I made this earlier on.” He enters back into the room holding a folded piece of paper in his hands. Surprisingly, he doesn’t hand it to his father, or even his mother…but moves towards me, placing it out in front of me. “I drew this.” He looks up at me expectantly, waiting for me to take it from him. I do, unfolding the paper to reveal a drawing of a female dressed in a black jumpsuit, a black cape…long lilac purple hair and glowing eyes

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

But it seemed her pencil had a mind of its own and what she’d drawn was not and could not in any way be construed as anime. She couldn’t really blame herself, though. Jack was all the things! His sharp jawline and those heavy eyebrows. The strong blade of his nose and the way his hair framed his face. He was an angel—or a devil, depending on where you stood on the evil vs. beauty debate. Seriously, Michelangelo would have wept to chisel Jack’s likeness from marble. Dianna couldn’t help drawing him how she saw him, and she already had ideas of how to incorporate his dragon into the portrait. No one else would even know the dragon was there except her…she didn’t think so, anyway.

I shivered, biting my bottom lip straining to focus. So, there is a Darius and a Forrest. What is the third’s name? Was Darius the one homeroom or Gym Class? Too many questions. I glanced over at his notebook. He was following along but was also doodling. I stretched my neck to try and see what he was drawing. I blinked as I saw it was me. But me anime-style dressed in a female version of Sasuke Uchiha’s costume in Shippuden. He’s outstanding! “My breasts aren’t nearly that big,” I whispered. I was going to regret saying it. But the costume Forrest was drawing me in had more cleavage than I’d be able to supply.