Drawings Marvel Novels & Stories

Though Alpha Valor was 1000 years old, he looked in his early 30s. None of them looked their age. His mother, Luna Emmaline, looked in her 20s, the second leader of his family's small pack. She has blonde hair. The greenest eyes I'd seen. She's also tall but not as tall as the male and has a voluptuous body. All the she-wolves seem to have a curvy body, a large bust, and the ideal buttock size, which makes me wonder why Connor chose an uncurvy and ordinary-looking human girl like me.

He whines and I laugh at him. I raffles his hair and hold his face in my palms. “So… how is handsome Denzel doing today?” “I’m fine! Here….” He reaches for a drawing book next to him on the bed and shows me a page where drew…. Ah! I don’t even know what he drew! But I guess it’s some cartoons. “… Look, Anna, I drew hulk and captain America!” “Oh… “ I take a closer look and frown, why doesn’t they look like the hulk and captain America I know?

Ariana looked deeply confused while Maddison laughed harder like the devil himself possessed him. I genuinely considered murdering him right at that moment, eventually Ariana grabbed my hand excitedly before dragging me toward the bed again. "Look!" she announced proudly while showing me several drawings scattered across the blanket. "I made all these yesterday!" She must've drawn all these with the things Zachary brought for her, I sat beside her carefully while looking through them one by one. Most were colorful princesses, cats, cartoon flowers, and somehow one extremely violent drawing of Maddison being attacked by pigeons.

I always lock it before leaving the premises. “But I… Did I…” Brushing it off, I pull the mini door open, and yelp when a heap of papers rains on me as if waiting for me to open it all along. I stay still for a moment, just blinking at the drawings. They’re ugly exaggerated images of me; big head, messy hair, thin legs… I’m as tiny as a doll, while a big guy towers over me, his pants down, and I’m choking on his… What?! My heart drops.

There, hidden behind a curtain of weeping carbon-fiber vines, was a small, dilapidated shack. "What is this?" I asked. "The only place the grid can't see," Xander said. He pulled back the vines, and I saw a wall covered in jagged, hand-drawn charcoal sketches. I gasped. The sketches weren't of buildings or machines. They were of us. There was a drawing of a man and a woman standing in a mountain of gold; a drawing of a girl with a wooden ring; a drawing of a man with orange eyes holding a woman in the rain.

Marcello’s eyes brightened at once, catching onto the important detail with alarming speed. “Who is he?” “A jerk,” Ava replied without hesitation, tugging her jacket on, “plus three extra levels.” She returned to the table, finished her coffee in one swallow, and rummaged through her bag before producing a blunt pencil and several sheets of paper. She placed them in front of him. “There. Will those be enough for drawing?” Marcello glanced at the meagre supplies, then back up at her. Instead of complaining, he quietly stood, carried his milk glass to the sink, and followed her to the entrance hall.

I’ve never shown my doodles to anyone, my parents didn’t encourage me to draw, whining that it wouldn’t pay the bills. “Oh this is just… I was just killing time,” I say, reaching for it. Jesse grabs it before I can, cat like fucking reflexes. What is their animal? Do they have the same one? I watch with interest as she studies it. “That’s from Avengers right? Black Widow,” Jenna says, a smile on her face.

"These…are these—?" Waverly nodded. "I started drawing them months ago and I couldn't understand why, until I came here." "Do you think it's a good sign?" "It could be," Waverly agreed. "I'm not really sure, to be honest. I'm hoping it is though, for everyone's sake." Felicity continued to scan through the pages, stopping at Waverly's most recent addition. Her hand ran over the drawing and when she lifted it, she had a tiny bit of led on her palm. "This is beautiful…almost haunting."

It was love at first sight. From the looks of it, someone had been in his office messing around with the Marvel figurines. Scattered in a pile were Hulk, Wolverine, Spiderman and also, he saw now, Magneto. He frowned; holding his Magic Eight Ball close to his chest with one hand as he gently re-set the figurines with the other. Who could’ve been down messing with his things? It had been years since either Marty or Melissa had tried to sneak in here.

A piece of paper fluttered out. It was a drawing. Crayons on construction paper. Catherine picked it up, and her blood ran cold. The drawing showed two stick figures standing on a jagged white line (the ice). One was labelled "Daddy," drawn in blue. The other was labelled "Sad Man," drawn in red. They were fighting. But above them, the sky was ripped open. A black hole was drawn in the clouds. And coming out of the hole wasn't light. It was a tentacle. A massive, black, spiraling limb covered in eyes.