Cloud Strife Drawing Novels & Stories

Storm walked up to her but stopped mid step when two more men walked inside the room too behind her, with blank expressions. For a moment, her heart skipped and hairs rose automatically, but she calmed herself down as the three walked further into the room. It was...the men, two of them were the man in the picture, but Storm could not figure out which one was in the picture because these two men standing beside Tasha looked exactly alike. No single difference… Well there are some differences. One looked leaner and his hair was styled in a bun, but aside that…she was practically staring at clones.

Labels in wobbly, determined letters. *me* *mama* *stoRm* Noah’s mouth quirked despite himself. Storm. He didn’t need a map for that one. Underneath the drawing, mostly covered until now, was a photo. Not a printed one; a clinic snapshot someone had pulled from a phone and run through the ancient color printer. The quality was grainy, the colors too bright. But the subjects were unmistakable.

They are for your friends. CLAIRE: Something is coming this way....and...it's coming fast. Anya watch out! (Kicked an incoming spear) LOGAN: Where the hell did that come from? CLAIRE: More is coming ANYA: More Spears CLAIRE: No, more warriors (heavy matching footsteps were heard and shiny object can be seen) LOGAN: This can't be good. We can't fight no army ANYA: The fog seems to be clearing as they are coming closer CLAIRE: I think they can't see in the mist cos they were made from it. Summoning Cheet Blades (two fan blades were coming from behind and she did a backflip to catch them, landing with a superhero landing *a knee on the floor*)

"A female with the fire of the First Hearth deserves an empire that spans the open water, not a brooding, feral beast from the hills who thinks a kingdom is measured in mud and tents. Tell me, does Alpha Everest even know how to protect a treasure like you? Or does he just know how to hide you behind his shields?" The boundary is instantly obliterated. A deafening, primal roar of pure, unadulterated fury tears from Clyde’s chest. The physical mass of his shadow-energy erupts from his skin, a fifty-foot silhouette of an obsidian wolf materializing in the high rafters, its jaws snapping with a dark, violent static that shatters three of the reinforced glass windows along the eastern wall. Clyd

Recognized. Then she was falling— Ashani grabbed her, pulling her away from the glyph. Clara gasped, her oxygen mask barely holding. Her vision was blurred, and blood ran from her nose into the sea. They swam back to the surface, bursting into the air like reborn things. ⸻ Onshore, Tessa was waiting with Isla, who had begun to draw obsessively again. The new sketches were worse. More detailed. One of them showed Clara and Ashani underwater—surrounded by roots. Another showed the spire—but this time, something climbing it.

Suddenly, a violent gust of wind knocked them out. A wild laugh echoed in the tumultuous wind, which now resembled a tornado. Nate and the princess stood their ground, but the entity remained obscured. Despite the chaos, she knew that the smell was that of a rogue, and it was not a good omen. Nate tried to calm the wind by twirling his hands, but to no avail. This was the most powerful rogue they have ever encountered and as they were trying to escape, the wind yanked them to the tree and Claire felt a sharp blade impaled in her chest, making her unconscious…

My heart feels heavy. Claire is in her room, drawing. When she sees me, she smiles and holds up the paper. “Look, Mommy! I drew us. You, Daddy, Uncle Harvey, and me. All together.” In the drawing, the four of us are holding hands in front of the house. A yellow sun in the corner. And a bright star in the sky — Sirius. Tears rise again. I sit on the floor beside her and pull her into my lap, holding her tightly against me.

The sole food that keeps me sane, alive, and stronger. As I fill my stomach with it, I stared at the wall just in front of my desk. Photos. Lots of it. At the university’s main gate, at the convenience store, in front of the dormitory building, even on a random road. Different places, day or night. But with the same person in every piece of it. Eliana Deere, of the very powerful Deere clan. One of the biggest, strongest, of all the pack. The only daughter of Boss R, with the inheritance of the throne just waiting for her. Eliana, you make me go speechless by how dumb you are. Turning your back against your pack to bump shoulders with humans, live in a room where humans sleep, eat what they e

"The Golden Claw pack is at our borders, and they're demanding to see Ava." My heart sank, and I felt a sense of dread wash over me. It seemed like my worst fears were coming true. The war was coming to our doorstep, and I didn't know if we could avoid it.

The air crackled with anticipation as the battlefield became our shared hunting ground. Without warning, Zack lunged at me with a lightning-fast speed, his claws extended to rend and tear. Instinctively, I dodged his attack, my agility matching his own. We moved in a deadly dance, our bodies twisting and turning, each strike and parry filled with lethal intent. I swiped at Zack with my powerful claws, but he countered with a swift dodge, retaliating with a series of ferocious bites. The clash of our fangs and the sound of our growls echoed through the night, blending with the wind that whispered through the trees.