Elf Eyes Drawing Novels & Stories

He disappears back into the flat and returns thirty seconds later with something clutched in both hands, held with the careful reverence of a child transporting something precious, and he crosses the hallway and stops in front of me and holds it up. A small clay figure. Painted, brightly, inexpertly, with the specific commitment of a three year old who has decided every colour available is the right choice. It has four legs and one white ear and amber dots for eyes. A dog. Arlo. I look at it for a long moment. The lump that arrives in my throat is completely unexpected and entirely unavoidable. "I made it at nursery," Evan says. "The teacher helped with the ear. I did the colours myself."

"Elian..." "No. I don't want him to touch me again." "Hey. It is okay. He won't hurt you. He's only going to carry you back home." "Why can't you carry me?" Please, not Elian carrying me. What if I lose it all? Another growl. It was louder than usual. The deep throaty sound excited me, and for some reason, I found my eyes drawn towards Elian, who now stood beside Kosey. His eyes were weird. I could see the faint hint of red/black in his eyes, as well as the swirls of the brown. How was that possible?

He looks over her shoulder as she zooms in on the picture to see her eyes. Her eyes which normally are a vibrant dark-green with an orange centre which glows and flickers gently, had inverted. The green being in the centre, and the orange taking up more of her iris on the outside. The flickering was more pronounced, more obvious, but just as wonderous to watch. “Huh, they are pretty.” Eliza hums, “I like my eyes normally, but these are something else.” Ash strokes her cheek,

My world. As I gazed at Elsa, I was struck by her breathtaking beauty. Her features were delicate yet striking, with high cheekbones, a slender nose, and a gentle jawline that seemed to glow with an ethereal light. Her eyes, oh her eyes, were like nothing I'd ever seen—a radiant blue that seemed to see right through to my soul, sparkling with a hint of mischief and kindness.

“Then… thank you, Lerder. For giving this ground back to us all.” He hesitated before nodding. “Thank you too.” Elara pressed their joined hands close to her chest. The partnership rippling through roots, sun, air. At midday, children gathered under the old oak by the healer’s hearth. Eluna stood before them, her sketchbook in hand, she traced their small faces. “What do you imagine this line to be?” She pointed to a sinuous line drawn in the dirt. “Draw it in the air.” A young shifter girl drew a glowing spiral—wolf and bird shapes emerged. A human boy traced it as a river.

Taking a deep breath, she got out of bed. "Whatever," she shrugged and came to her canvas in the other room, where she decided to continue her sketch. She was so happy it was almost hard for her to go back to sleep. She had been working on it for days and was finally giving the final touches to the eyes, which were green with black pupils, making a perfect match with the curly brown hair. The details and fine lines on the face were very important. They made it look like a real person-a masterpiece. "This is it," she muttered under her breath and smiled at her hard work.

The way the light caught its eyes making them glow red. I looked back at the picture in the book then at my drawing. There were similarities. The shape of the muzzle and the set of the eyes. I traced the lines in my drawing, comparing them to the photo. The eyes… they were almost identical. The book described the cursed alphas eyes glowing red when they were angry. I felt goosebumps rise on my arms.

MIA I look down at my sketch pad for a minute. I need to get this right. Something is wrong with it. I hold it in front of me to get a better view. hmmm. I look back at Noah then back at my pad. It's the eyes. The eyes don't capture the same emotion as his. I look back at Noah. His gaze is so concentrated on the fire that he doesn't even notice. His eyes are so focused and intense. I can see the bright blue ring that surrounds his eye and how it slowly fades into a darker blue towards the pupil. I erase the eyes and redraw them. I keep on flicking my view back and forth between my pad and Noah's eyes. I draw a defined circle. I keep drawing until I get it just right. I look back at it and se

Ricky asked. “Huh um no they are blue; you should get your eyes checked,” Jade said shaking her head. She wasn’t sure why the boy was so interested in her eyes. “No, they are gray Jade.” He challenged. “There’s only ever been one person with your eye color. You should be happy that you’re different.” “Whatever, I have to go,” Jade said rolling her eyes. She was hoping her Aunt was already waiting for her. “Should we tell her about the legends?” Stephan whispered to Ricky.

--- Elara was home with Aunty Dora while I worked, a temporary arrangement until we figured out school situation. I returned to find them doing art projects at the kitchen table, papers and crayons spread everywhere. "Mommy!" Elara bounced up, waving a drawing. "Look what I made!" I took the paper, expecting typical child art rainbow, house, stick figure family. Instead, I found something far more unsettling. A figure in the drawing stood outside a house, partially hidden behind a tree. The figure was rendered in dark colors, blacks and grays with emphasis on eyes that seemed to watch.