Elf Eyes Drawing Novels & Stories

As they parted to allow the newcomers into the circle, I could see the distinct features of pointed ears and fair, otherworldly beauty that marked them as elves. My hands are white-knuckled, holding tightly to the arms of the chair as if they were the only thing keeping me grounded. My knuckles are pale and my fingers are shaking slightly. The elf's hands gracefully reached up to the hood, pulling it back to reveal the sight of a stunning female with long, golden hair that seemed to glow with its ethereal aura. Her eyes were a mesmerizing shade of purple like amethysts catching the light and reflecting it in an otherworldly sheen. The other elf was a towering figure, standing at least seven

Drawing has been my talent from little and I had some so many work of arts. I sketched out that comes to my mind, especially the moon and butterflies but this time I decided to draw Adeline. Everything was set–the graphite pencils, markers, colored pencils , ink pens etc. I started with the overall pose, sketching out the outline of her body. I added the head and face according to Adeline's – round shaped face, gorgeous green eyeballs, plump pink lips with fine contours. I remembered every detail of how she looked. Her beautiful figure, lean yet captivating.

I just set the yellow pencil down beside the paper and stepped back slightly, giving her space. Lila didn’t move for a long time. Then, slowly, so slowly it was almost imperceptible, she raised her head. Her tear-filled eyes, red-rimmed and impossibly deep, focused not on me, but on the drawing. On the yellow sun. On the little house. On the two stick figures.

They protected the real eyes. Esmeralda had given Eleanor one that was the exact color of her eyes, and, had a transparent covering over her pupil. Surprisingly, she could see just as clearly. Upon seeing that, Andreas had requested that she make more for the whole army, to which Esmeralda had just shrugged and said, "Piece of cake." In Eleanor's opinion, this was one very awesome piece of cake.

The bottom was a picture of two people, but it looked strange, with only two circles for the head and ten straight lines forming the shape of the body and limbs. Turns out she was just focusing on drawing this. - You and me? – He pointed at himself, then pointed at her and asked. - Right. - She smiled and replied. Under the flickering candlelight, her innocent eyes twinkled like stars in the sky, and her smile was as bright as the sun, reminding him of his ex. Eirlys also drew him and her. He still hung the painting in the middle of the drawing room, not destroying it. - Okay, Lucasta, now I'll teach you how to draw. Come with me.

In the end, I think they turned out great. Not that I knew what the others were for but there was also a frog on a log, a humming bird and a fat Cardinal. The very last one I was drawing was for Arlo. He got those picture for us, or more for me. It was of a wolf. It’s head was downward with his teeth showing. The hair was standing straight up with a human skull under it’s paw. There wasn’t any flesh on it, just the bones. Originally, I was going to make it a dead rabbit or something but this seemed appropriate. Keeping this one black and white, kept some of the mystery alive. “Charlotte??” Waylon yelled as he was coming in.

"Hey, kiddo." Her big blue eyes beam in happiness. "What are you drawing?" I ask, walking over to the abandoned paper she was working on moments before. She catches up to me taking my hand, she then leads me the rest of the way to the drawing. I pick up the picture and look it over, there's a yellow sun in the top corner with grey clouds around it. Towards the bottom is two people, both stick figures, ones taller with short hair and the others shorter with long hair. The two people are holding hands.

Ogali’. I pushed my glasses up my nose a bit then I sat down silently. ‘Psst!’, I heard from behind me. I didn’t turn of course. ‘Psst!’, I turned slightly and Beck Jameson was staring at me with his hazel eyes. I wasn’t scared of him like everyone else in school because minus the whole bad boy façade he is just a strangled little penguin to me.

In front of the child lay a large pad of heavy drawing paper, a scattered set of colored pencils Eleanor had produced from an old drawer downstairs, and the intensely focused expression of someone who had been given materials and was taking the responsibility entirely seriously. Eleanor sat in the high-backed armchair right beside her. Her reading glasses were perched on the bridge of her nose, her own hardcover book resting wide open in her lap. It had remained unread for the last twenty minutes. She was simply watching Liyana draw. The child had been narrating the progress of her pencil for eleven consecutive minutes. It was a house with a disproportionately large front door. There was a b

“The one with silver eyes. He was standing outside our window. Watching. He said we’d see Mommy again. But not the way we think.” Yvette looked at the drawing. It was a stick figure man with white circles for eyes. And in the background—a building on fire. ---