Blitzo Drawing Novels & Stories

Question after question swirled within him, a mental whirlwind that brought with it a dull ache behind his eyes. He threw back the covers and jumped out of his bed as a sudden idea sparked in his mind. He retrieved his school bag, unzipped it, and rummaged for his pen and notebook. On the blank pages, he began to draw two small boy figures taking shape under his hand. These drawings were a secret project, a gift for his little brother for their meeting tomorrow. The first drawing depicted his initial observation of the young boy from a distance. It captured the moment he had first noticed little Zadkiel from his hidden vantage point.

Trauma doesn’t vanish with pancakes. But healing can start in the quiet. After breakfast, Sofia pulled us both by the hands toward the window, pointing at her drawing taped to the glass. “It’s our family.” she said. “I drew it two weeks ago.” I leaned in. It was a stick figure version of Matteo, me, her, and Enzo standing beside a big, messy house. There were hearts floating over everyone’s heads. The sky was purple. The grass was blue. But the smiles were wide.

A feeling that made everything lighter. Moments later, Nico stepped forward with his own drawing. A dragon, fierce and bold, with purple scales and sharp red eyes. Flames burst from its mouth in uneven streaks of orange. “Thank you,” I told him as well. He tried to suppress his reaction, but the corner of his lips betrayed him, lifting into a small, proud smile. And in that moment, standing there with their drawings in my hands, something inside me shifted. Deeply. Dangerously. I felt… blessed.

She lifted something into the air with both hands. Brea sucked in a huge breath when she finally realized that Victoria held a baby high into the air, a bright blue blanket swathed the boy as he began to cry. The whole beautiful setting turned from a sparkling scene to a black ash color before her very eyes. Everything blurred and the once bright colors ran together, like a Rockwell painting gone wrong. She could hear a loud roaring, it sounded like that time when a tornado passed close to where she lived in town last year. Her body shook as her stomach heaved. This can’t be real! She leaned her head back and screamed, “NOOOO!”

She thanked them and the girls nodded. "Let's go neonata, we are already late." Blaze grabbed his mate hand and tugged it out of the room, Mia noticed that he wore his perfect, black suit making him looking like a business man, no wait, a sexy handsome models. His fitted black pants, his white shirt who the first two button is opened showing off his collarbones. "Are you done staring at me, mate?" He said in front of her, without glancing her. "How did you about that know? You are behind me." She hit his muscles of his strong back.

Azriel commanded in an utterly casual tone of voice, as if he were only showing a drawing of a natural landscape. Isolde, with trembling fingers, turned the paper to the second page. There, the strokes of the drawing were far more bold and wild. There appeared a sketch of Isolde sitting leaning back with her pair of plump legs forced wide apart. Azriel's head was depicted as buried between the mounds of Isolde's large breasts, as if nursing greedily there. Not stopping there, one of Azriel's hands in the drawing appeared to grope downward, with detailed fingers depicted as penetrating Isolde's sensitive vagina area.

He snorted and lunged at him. Dario ducked and moved aside. "Blaze, it’s me, Dario," he yelled. "Come to your senses. I am here to help you." Blaze’s eyes narrowed momentarily as he heard the name, Dario. He found the name familiar. But his inner beast went insane with rage. He growled and pounded him. Dario blocked his blow, but Blaze grabbed his wrist and pulled him towards him. In a flash, he pounded his head against his. He knocked him in the sternum repeatedly a few times.

I carefully drop Blaze on the swing bench and she jolts reflexly when the swing moves. "Hey" I smile at her and she gives me a fake smile in return fiddling with her fingers. I have studied Blaze so well, that I can tell her real smile from a forced out one. "You don't have to talk if you don't want to" I find myself saying as I drop down on the space beside her. Bliss laughs dryly. "Your brain is probably cooking up the worst scene it can find from Raleigh's sob story and you are telling me not to talk if I don't wanna?"