Cloud Strife Drawing Novels & Stories

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.

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.

The summer rain came without warning. Asher and Carter stood outside the door, drenched by the pouring rain. "Dad?" Carter's voice carried endless panic. "Has Mom really abandoned us?" Asher closed his eyes. His heart was already bleeding. He knew he could no longer deceive his son or himself. Winona truly did not want them anymore. … The next morning, Winona arrived at Julian's door early. The moment the door opened, Yara flew into her arms, clinging tightly and refusing to let go.

Rozi already knew most of what the drawings meant now that her memories from her last visit over a thousand years ago had returned. After some time, Padraig asked, "What do the drawings say, sir? We can't understand any of it." After a brief pause, Adrain explained, "It depicts the Creator killing countless lives a long, long time ago, and how he destroyed entire regions with tsunamis, earthquakes, landslides, typhoons, and even crustal movements. The more casualties there were, the more families were broken. The sky was filled with dark smoke, blotting out the sun that shone down on us tiny humans."

“You are his top Gamma. You always preach loyalty to the Lycan’s throne and the people of Goda. Now all of a sudden, you want my help to kill him?” “Look at this.” Snow rolled up his sleeve and extended his right hand to reveal a drawing on the inside of his elbow. “Do you know what it is?” “Drawing of a…” Chanda looked up at him, baffled. “A caged bird.” “I can tell you know what it means.” “The Klana clan’s mark.” Chanda said breathily. “But it’s not possible.”

He didn't even raise his voice to sound harsh, “Shut up, Janice.” Miss Lia shot Janice a warning look before turning back to me. “Lyric?” I swallowed hard and stood. The walk to the front felt like trudging through wet cement. I set my painting on the easel, my heart hammering. The colors looked angrier than they had before—jagged reds slashed through deep purples, chaos barely contained on the canvas. It was a painting of a storm, a hurricane, and a tsunami all in one. Perfectly merged together to form the perfect chaos.