Easy Drawings Harley Quinn Novels & Stories

Harley looked exhausted and pale, but the steady rhythm of her breathing was promising. And that was all that mattered! I was trying to remember the medicines I took after my first shift when Lucian’s stunned cry resonated in the room. “What is that?” My gaze snapped toward him, and I saw him pointing toward Harley, his finger trembling. I followed his finger and froze for a moment. A glowing mark bloomed briefly on Harley’s forehead, a radiant red phoenix-shaped flower, pulsing with ancient power. It shimmered for a few seconds before fading completely, leaving her skin smooth and unmarked.

she says quietly. "That's so nice, thank you very much!" I look at the picture and examine the variety of shapes drawn on top of each other, dots and curves, and each color of the rainbow. I kneel down beside her. "Wow! Can you tell me about it?" I ask. Adrianne smiles and points her small finger at the different marks on the paper. "This is Uncle Elliot. And there's some butterflies and the sun. And this one is you! I didn't know what color hair you have, so I made it yellow." She looks at me her mouth forming the smallest frown.

But that wasn’t what he was drawing today. There was a picture of two girls—rendered crudely in crayon, but still identifiable as girls. One of them had short blond hair and the other had long brown braids. Their hands were on their faces and their mouths open in screams. David had drawn these as big black circles. A huge black shadow hovered before them, a shapeless body with red eyes and clearly defined hands. The hands looked like long silver knives. There were many drawings before this one. Lauren wondered how long David had been at it.

" Are you feeling good down there?" " I am," I peeked at my drawing. Inspecting the somehow horrifying image. Okay! To get this straight...I drew something which almost seemed to look like an eagle...it had wings so long that it occupied the entire space of the paper. The wings had symbols that I saw as designs. I made its eyes wide like that of an owl but its peak was like that of a raven. It was flying, and behind it, I drew a small moon at the corner of the paper, beneath the eagle's feet was a trace of reflecting water.

Without a doubt, Harper was the only right woman for him and also for Heidi. Alex continued to stare at Heidi's drawings one by one until he stopped at the last picture on the far left. The picture shows a woman holding a baby. That's roughly what Alex could get from the image of the large lump the woman was holding. Then next to it there is a picture of a little girl holding the hand of an adult woman. The curve that Heidi drew on her mouth showed the happy expressions on everyone's faces drawn there. Alex then frowned when he found the names written under each picture. The name of the smiling adult woman is Harper, then the little girl with braided hair is Heidi, while the picture of the s

With a sigh, I shook my head at her silliness. She snagged the note again, quickly doodling a picture of two people, obviously a boy and a girl. I laughed to myself as she made the boy's neck and shoulders look like the Incredible Hulk. She drew crowns on each figure's head and wrote "Prom King and Queen?" I rolled my eyes. Then she wrote "Isaac + Tru" under the picture and slipped it back to me with a giggle. She was killing me!

She lay on the bed, kicking her legs in the air as she coloured her drawing. It didn't come out as planned, but it did look similar to what she pictured in her head. Her short hair was messed up and unnecessarily filled with pins. She hummed, tapping her chin thoughtfully with her head tilted to the side to observe her work. It was still missing something. Sunshine. She picked her yellow coloured pencil and drew a big bright sun.

I needed to feel that power again, like the boss Queen that I was, especially after Alpha Alexander seemed to be stripping me of control. Could I hate him more? There was no correct answer. As I continued to slide and glide through the comments, I brought my hands around my mouth and covered it slowly. “You guys are the best!” I chimed, “Look at all these compliments! You're the best, honestly! Could I possibly ask for more?” HarleyQuinn: Omg your next piece is fire! Cod104: You hit 70k subscribers, did you see it? DannyOphany: Can I make my next comic character based on you! You're so beautiful and it's simply inspiring!

I whispered to myself. But my hands had already moved. Inside the package was a single sheet of paper, folded once. No note. No explanation. Just a drawing. My breath left me in a sharp, broken exhale. It was done in crayon. Bold lines. Messy edges. A child’s certainty in every stroke. A woman stood at the center of the page, her arms raised. Blue and yellow zigzags burst from her hands, stretching outward like lightning. Behind her stood two children. One taller. One smaller. Both drawn close to her back, like they were hiding and standing tall at the same time.

Her perfectly serene doll-like look was ruined however by the tired scowl which decorates her face. Rubisviel Fyaril, the Orchid Butterfly Witch of the Dark Forest wipes the sweat from her brow and huffed after completing a drawing of a Cthulhu symbol inside her circle. Thick black bags hang under her tired golden eyes and her face was paler than usual. Her head hurts like a battle-ax was splitting it open and her shoulders and legs are aching after prolonged hours of sitting on the ground and focusing on drawing the symbols.