Descendants Drawing Mal Novels & Stories

"The what?" Aiden proudly lifted the parchment, presenting it with a triumphant flourish. It was a masterpiece of terrible stick figures. There was a tall, blocky man with a jagged golden crown, a woman wearing an oversized silver tiara, a small blob representing a little boy, a giant black dog with six legs, a glowing stick figure surrounded by yellow loops, and a final girl drawn with aggressively angry V-shaped eyebrows. Kael let out a long, dry sigh. "Let me guess. The one with the furious eyebrows is your long-lost aunt?"

“That little b*stard actually really has such attainments?” Matriarch He found it even harder to accept that the painting she had intended to buy at a high price was actually drawn by the vile creature that she didn't like, Yang Xiao. How could she, who had always been powerful, lose face? He immediately held back his anger and snorted coldly. "Unfilial spawn! You drew it. Why didn't you tell me earlier! Unfilial spawn! Unfilial spawn!" The direct descendants of the Yang Family next to him all echoed, as if Yang Xiao was deliberately hiding it.

Nellie answered confidently. “Correct, thank you Lady Locke. As you all know those three she just mentioned are the known descents. A descent is a person who is born or has the blood of these mystical creatures. Except of course for the god descents which have received the blessings of the gods, they are not offspring of god but only people who received their blessings. Though god descents do not have the blood of a god in their body they considered as the most powerful descent since their bodies are blessed with embers. Embers are the essence present in the realm of gods that supports the existence of the mystical creature and serves as their life force.”

We’ve had a lot of loss in this family. For uncle Gabriel I draw a picture of him with grandpa Daniel and grandma Isla. I know they aren’t my real grandparents but I wish I could’ve met them. I draw grandpa Thierry again with Braydon and his parents for auntie Keila and uncle Owen. I do the same thing for uncle Mark and auntie Daniela. The last one I draw is of mom and dad with all of us kids. I leave space to add the new baby once it’s born. I draw Malayah happy just like I remember her. I roll each drawing up and wrap a bow around them with name tags.

Drawn by a four-year-old with the fluency of someone who had not known it. I put the drawing on my desk next to the others. Three drawings now. The first one from January when Calla was three. The second from July at four. This one from October. A record of a child growing into her fluency. Each drawing more detailed. Each one shows the web with greater clarity. Each one is evidence of the native generation becoming what they were. Kael looked at the new drawing that evening. He stood at the desk for a long time. Then he said, “She drew every node.”

It was hard. Josh wanders in, still in his dinosaur pajamas, and climbs into Mike's lap without hesitation. "Mike, want to see my drawing?" "Always, buddy. What did you make?" Josh produces a crumpled piece of paper covered in colorful scribbles. "It's our family. That's Mommy, and that's Daddy Damon, and that's you, and that's me, and that's Mr. Hop." The drawing is abstract in the way three-year-old art always is, circles for heads, lines for bodies, generous applications of glitter that Josh somehow got access to.

I immediately spot Myla’s profile, she sat at her small desk a pencil in her hand and seemed to be drawing something on a plain sheet of paper. I looked more close and realized that she was drawing a rough sketch of us. My father who was the tallest sketch though I was taller than him with about two inches, her held my mothers hand who held her and I was at the other end. She sprinkled some hearts above the misshapen heads of each person she drew and was softly humming a homely tone. Who knew Myla to be the kind that had any feelings at all. Not wanting to let her know I had been prying I stepped back and knocked properly. The soft tone seized and I heard her noises rambling and shuffling be

“She… she's not like that.” “Oh, yeah?” Ildara snorted. She began to unpack the contents of the suitcase; the rest contained only clothes and several necklaces with black stones. “Listen, Venus.” Ildara emphasized when saying the name of Venus. “I'm telling you a legendary true story in Dasina. Amerta is Bizura; his grandfather Giris Druiksa is Bizura; Langit is also Bizura. Then one day, somehow they, Amerta and Langit, were involved in one-night-stand love. And you were born—someone that everyone just knew—Venus the princess of Bizura. The only pure Bizura descendant; not just crossbreed. Then—”

) The little girl sighed, taking off her back pack and pulling out a huge sketch book, she handed it over to Kalen and after receiving her permission, Kalen flipped it open. Kalen gasped in surprise at the beautifully drawn landscapes within, the pack warriors immediately shifted closer to Kalen to catch a glimpse but not close enough to trigger Kalen's anger. "You drew all this?!" Kalen asked the little girl in astonishment. Although the drawings were a little messy and not completely perfect but for a 4 year old it should not be possible to draw this beautifully, it looked to have been drawn by a teenager with reasonable artistic training.

She’d taken an interest in drawing lately, and it had stuck more than her previous interests had. But then again, she’s only five. There was plenty of time for her to find herself yet. “This is me, this is Mommy, this is Daddy, this is you Uncle Kells, and Aunt Gemi, Simon, Sawyer and Sadie,” she frowns. “I couldn’t draw Uncle Haden and Aunt Gemi big, so they are small.” She points to the smaller figures at the side. I notice another figure drawn in between Lucy and the figure who is supposed to be me, smaller than everyone and beaming.