Elf Eyes Drawing Novels & Stories

Should Caspian call her again? Caspian thought about reaching out to see Elora’s face and make sure she was okay. Before Caspian’s intention had materialized, the sound of dry twigs cracking resounded loudly as Elora turned her body. She took one step at a time, as if asking Caspian to notice her every move. Then… Caspian saw it. Elora’s face, there’s something different there. Elora’s eyeballs no longer have white parts. A golden circle surrounded the black part in the center of her eyes. Elora’s eyes are like a wolf’s.

My jaw drops, how did this man diss Alejandro and still be able to stand there, alive? Alejandro clenches his jaw hard, I can feel the tension in the room from the mere silence. Elijah finally turns around to see me, once our eyes meet, I'm instantly drawn to his gorgeous orbs. I've never seen eyes so beautiful... it's a glimmering hazel with gold specs surrounding the outer layer of the pupil while the outer rim of the iris is outlined with a light green. It reminds me of forest fairies, adding such mystical and magical elements. This reminds me of how only one other person was able to mesmerize me with their eyes like this was Alej—never mind that.

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.

I blinked hard and ran my thumb along the carved wolf’s back. “It’s beautiful,” I said, and meant it. "Truly." Elias smiled — quick and bright, the careful hope in his face opening up into something unguarded. Then he pointed at the folded paper. I set the carving gently back in the box and opened the paper. It was a drawing — done in careful, earnest lines with what looked like charcoal. A group of figures standing together in a space I recognised as the garden. Lucian. Amira. A woman and a man, standing beside a small figure that was clearly Elias and the whole pack spread out around them in a loose, joyful sprawl. And at the centre, a taller figure that was unmistakably meant to be me, su

"Ethan's taking all the good colored pencils!" Elara's shoulders shook with laughter instead of tears. I ruffled her hair playfully. "We should make sure they don't start a pack war over art supplies," I said, earning a genuine smile. At dinner, Leo noticed Elara's face. "Mom, why are your eyes red?" Before she could answer, I jumped in. "Because your wolf was too noisy and upset her." "Was not!" Leo protested indignantly. Elara laughed. "I got an eyelash in my eye. It's nothing."

Witch Everly in true wolf form. I flipped it over and saw a photo of a wolf with its eyes as the focus of the photo. It wasn’t in color, but it looked like there were swirls of white in this wolf’s eyes. Swirls like… Jake’s eyes got some times. Could that be a glare from the photo? Something told me it was more than that. Was the entry I read true? Did Witch Everly have a wolf? What was a true wolf form? A really pure wolf?

I pause, my eyes widening, finally getting a good look at it for the first time. It’s not just a simple mark—it’s intricate and detailed. A fierce black wolf, Elijah’s wolf, etched into my skin like a tattoo. The fur is ink-black, but what catches my breath is the wolf’s eyes—they glow gold, flickering almost like they’re alive, just like the painting. I gasp, stumbling back, touching it with trembling fingers. “No way…” The gold in the wolf’s eyes flickers like embers, sending a shiver down my spine.

“It seems you will have to give me drawing lessons, King Harvey. I haven’t drawn seriously since before my mom…” King Harvey gently pushes his collection of colored pencils to me. “Pick a color, Elena,” he urges warmly. Picking a nice soft red that borders on the color of pink, I rim the eyes of the wolf. King Harvey openly stares at me, sweetly humming as I continue to color. “You did such a wonderful job, King Harvey. I don’t want to mess up your work.” “That is impossible, Elena.” King Harvey peers over my shoulder and studies his drawing. My nerves jump when his gaze is longer than usual. I hope I didn’t do anything wrong.

She shows me and I was amazed at how quick she was able to draw an outline and the eyebrow almost seemed perfect with the image of this nameless woman in my head. I nod, “Yeah, like that.” Sara focused back on her drawing, “Tell me about the eyes. Does she have double eyelid or not?” “Double eyelid.” I answered quickly. “Slanted eyes? Wide eyes? Slavic eyes?” I paused because I didn’t know how to describe her eyes in a more detailed way as I can. I pulled my head up and Sara was waiting for me to say something. “Hepburn’s.” I chirped.

This isn't an outline, this is a full-blown drawing. “This is…” “A hobby I picked up, nothing interesting” He waves it off and my heart shreds up a little. I flip the next page and it's another drawing of me lifting a bloodied figurine high up above my head. My lips are pursed harshly and are painted a sharp shade of ruby red. My eyes are a different shade of brown, they look glazed over like I'm in some sort of bloodlust haze. There are specks of blood splattered all over my face and hands.