Eeveelutions Drawing Novels & Stories

I answer her with a smile. "Nice, I'm drawing him," she says nodding to William with a smile on her face. "Coow," I say keeping on drawing, I did my wolf and she did William. "We show him?" she asks me as we were both done. "Yeah," I say nodding my head and getting up taking my paper with me. "Daddy William look," Evelyn says, and my eyes went wild at the name calling. "Let me see girls," William says with a smile on his face, he saw the drawings.

Now, she sat here in the mornings, drinking the coffee he made for her—the silent, pathetic peace offering he left on the counter every day, hoping she wouldn't throw it out. He looked at the refrigerator—at the blue circular magnet holding up the three drawings. He wanted his drawing up there so badly it made his chest ache, but he didn't know how to ask without sounding desperate. "What are we drawing, Eli?" "Animals," Eli said, his small hand moving with fierce concentration. "Mrs. Yusuf said to draw our favorites." "How many do we have?" "Three." Eli pointed a small finger. "That's a brachiosaurus. That's Patterson. That's Gerald."

Two wolves playing together, one pink and one blue because according to her “wolves can be any color they want, Mommy.” My throat tightened as I continued flipping pages. Then I reached the last picture Evie had worked on. It was the half-finished drawing of a wolf family. Three wolves standing together. A larger wolf, clearly meant to be the father. Another large wolf, the mother. And a small wolf pup. And Evie’s handwriting. Mommy. Daddy. Me. Evie had never finished it. She had never gotten the chance to. I traced my finger over the drawing, and over her handwriting. My vision blurred with fresh tears.

I never once thought he knew. He then smiled, and it was a hundred times brighter than the moonlight. Finally, he turned his head to me, and I became lost in his glowing yellow eyes. I thought it was a dream, but when I woke up, I found myself cuddling his furry and gigantic beast in a cave. ****** It was time for me to go home after spending the night with him. I watched as he shifted into his second striking form. It was so fast that my normal sight was unable to catch up with it. I turned my back as he was naked.

But they all grabbed a marker pen and started drawing anywhere they could reach. They all seemed to know what they were drawing. When they finished drawing their individual pictures, they went to a larger blank wall. Where Max drew a big circle, Eden then drew a slightly smaller circle inside of it. Before Jaxon drew some lines connecting the circles. It made it look a little like a clock. But Eden added some wavy lines at the bottom of it. When they finished, they went to a sofa, curled up with Evie and cried. I looked at their pictures. Max had drawn a man’s shaver but with small lightening bolts coming off it, Jaxon had drawn a bucket and Eden had drawn a knife.

Syra looked at the drawing for a long time. Then answered: “Evolution.”

Eve walked to the sitting room and found Ivana napping on the couch. She was about to tap her, when her eyes settled on something, something so beautiful that she couldn't lift her eyes off it. Eve picked it up and scanned the whole drawing, she was not believing what she was just looking at. Like her eyes playing tricks on her, she blinked and rubbed them, but the drawing didn't change. “Wow,” it escaped her mouth. “Oh…my… God, this is the most beautiful drawing I have ever seen!” Eve exclaimed as she couldn't contain herself. Her scream woke up Ivana as Charo and Milka Rushed into the living room.

Love completely filled the silence. Evrill took out a pencil and paper and sat down where he could work comfortably. With quick, erratic swings his hand flew the pen over the paper. Aurelia had assumed it would take notes. Instead, he began to draw pictures with a few targeted strokes. More and more objects and faces took shape, quickly filling the white surface. Neither of them dared to interrupt Evrill in the wondrous dance of his hand, he seemed completely absorbed in Jesper Svenssen's memories. "I have to think all the time about what you did to that poor dog." Pareios said softly into the silence and lightly stroked her shoulder.

Before anyone could speak again, Pearl noticed Evren standing beside the fireplace, staring at a faded charcoal sketch resting on the stone mantel. She walked over quietly. "What is it?" He picked up the drawing with surprising care. "I think..." A small smile appeared on his face. "It's a family." Pearl looked at the faded lines. Time had blurred many of the details, but she could still make out two adults, a young child standing between them, and a large wolf sitting proudly at their side. She looked toward the doorway. Then back at the sketch. "I don't think that wolf found us by accident." For a long moment, no one spoke.