Elf Eyes Drawing Novels & Stories

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.

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."

There was a loud silence as everyone was captivated by the intricate design of the painting. It was a complex drawing of a beast that had four heads. Heads that look like a mixture of wolf and man and each head having different eye colors. Bright blue ocean eyes like spirit. Red bloody eyes like flames of anger A golden yellow eyes like jealousy and lust and lastly silver, gray eyes like a plague of death. The heads shared one body with two arms and legs but it had four separate tails with three tails moderately lengthy while the fourth one which is the tail in the middle was significantly longer than the rest and the background was pitch dark like the darkest night.

I ask, she brings her eyes back to me, this time she searches my face and I do the same. She has baby blue eyes, thick eyebrows, freckles sprinkled on her little button nose and her pouty lips are red, not lipstick red but natural red. It's like meeting Snow White in the flesh. She hesitates at first but she extends the notebook to me, I notice that her hands are shaking a little but I pretend not to have noticed. I take the notebook, keeping my eyes on her. The drawing is actually a sketch of a tree, birds flying away from it. It looks more like a picture to be honest.

I drew a rough sketch with my pencil first, I was never the one to be all mechanical, I just let my heart and hand flow freely and do whatever it pleased without any restrictions and being all perfect. My palette was messed up with different colors as I try to make the perfect shade for his enthralling golden brown eyes and sighed in happiness having made one. Elijah didn't move an inch throughout not even to fight off the mosquito that sat on his nose, he remained still softly staring at me with a minuscule smile on his beautiful face. - I squealed at the finished portrait and clapped my hands together jumping in excitement and happiness. It looked so beautiful and the exact same except for

I’m about to use Emerald’s eyes again when a vision overwhelms me. ** I see Alpha Everly’s eyes glow menacingly. They are now a glowing iridescent white, incredibly spooky. Light swirls around her as she brings vines up from the ground. There are creatures with red eyes surrounding her, pressed to kill. The creatures are pitch black, twisted and evil. While they fear her light, they are charged with one motivation: snuff out the light. She can’t do this alone. She needs help. I see a pair of hazel eyes before me. They close with finality. I see the same vision, but with a pair of bright blue eyes. There is a feeling of sorrow that washes over me.

With that thought I went inside the next room and sat in front of my easel, a half-done canvass staring at me as I push the sheets off it. I pick up my brush and dip, auburn and brown for his hair, blue for the eyes with a slight tinge of green and a soft glow of gold in them; a little bit of red on his chubby cheeks, a tinge of purple and pink on his plump lips; the tan is perfect and the soft fuzzy blanket over him... "My baby--" "Elleana!" I remain standing there, frozen, like a criminal caught in a crime. A guilty hand inside a cookie jar.

Elena picked up her brush again, her hand steadier now. She began to paint. Not the image she'd planned. Not her old apartment or her old life. Instead, she painted ice-blue eyes. Sharp and calculating and somehow beautiful. Eyes that saw everything. Eyes that might already know the truth. She painted until her hand cramped, until the light shifted, until she heard the elevator chime announcing James's arrival with lunch. And when she finally stepped back to look at what she'd created, Elena's breath caught. Because the eyes on the canvas weren't just Alexander's.

My subconscious blamed me. "You know I will not worry too much about anything." I said to myself. I pulled off my coat and sat on the couch to study the drawings. I have five beings to find and I haven't found any. The three of us had five drawings which were all the same, that made the whole thing look more real. The first, a little boy, around Kabal's age. He has a special kind of eye, it looked too white, not gray, he's a little shepard. Second, like a slave girl, I see that she works in a brothel, She has a short hair that barely reached her shoulder. Third, a male with a pet, a white wild cat. Fourth, also a male, he has a birthmark beneath his left eye. The fifth, it's hard to discern

The mate bond as well as his heat was the only things I would blame for the way I was so eager to get a taste of him. I pulled away from him, staring into eyes I knew belonged to forest. Elias's eyes are blue, the kind of blue that reminded me of the ocean. But for forest, his eyes were green. That's how I knew when he was in charge. I felt him trembling against me as I parted his legs, just like the bitch I knew he was.