Elf Eyes Drawing Novels & Stories

"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."

He flipped one open, scanning the lines of text, but his eyes weren’t really reading. Every few moments, his gaze drifted toward the couch—toward her. And each time, he told himself it meant nothing. That it was just habit. Instinct. But his jaw tightened anyway. Elena knelt on the rug, watching Draco’s small hands move with careful concentration. He had drawn a house first—crooked but detailed, with a little chimney puffing smoke. Now he was adding people. “That’s you,” he said, pointing to a stick figure with long hair. “And that’s me.”

However, it wasn’t the same as to what I'm seeing now. There was a boy. I can’t recognize his face because of the weird blurry effect of the dream. The only thing I saw clearly were his eyes. His emerald-colored eyes are still engraved in my mind. Even though it’s already been a year since I last dreamt of it, I still can’t forget his eyes. The scenes may be different to what I'm seeing now, but they were both peculiar and still not on earth.

he answered me. His voice sounds very convincing and I think he makes sense as well. Because if Sushi is really bad, he can take my soul while I sleep. Sushi has a lot of chances to kill me but he never did. Instead, he's acting like a normal puppy without any abilities. I was surprised when I felt Elijah's fingers on my chin and he lifted my face so that our eyes met. His eyes are like a sparkling universe. There are stars in it, galaxies, and other heavenly bodies. Why are his eyes so beautiful?

I order and watch the boys run back towards the building as fast as they can. I watch with concern as the young boy they were picking on sniffs and works to pick up pieces of his sketchbook. I bend down and help him pick up the remaining pieces before they’re carried off by the wind. I look at one of the pieces of paper and can’t contain the awe on my face as I take in the amazing sketch before me. It’s this incredible real-life style drawing of a sirna with a vibrant red tail surrounded by all the elements. It takes me a second to recognise the likeness, but this is a sketch of the God Ezillus as a sirna! This might be the coolest thing I’ve ever seen. “You drew this?” I ask in astonishment

Sally's POV Ryan sketched out what he envisioned on B5-sized sketch paper. To use a cliché, he drew a large, menacing wolf on all fours standing before a helpless girl, who he depicted as looking scared. I admit he's not bad at drawing. Funny enough, though, I had the same idea, except the wolf looked like he was protecting the girl from all the world's harm. The wolf in my vision had a gentle look in its eyes as if it was trying to tell her that it would always be there for her and that the wolf belonged to her.

I heard lots of gasps, probably because most people here have never seen my eyes, they must be mesmerized. When my eyes went to my brother, he was very beautiful in a fancy navy blue and gold suit. His golden locks identical to mine were messy but still beautiful, and his eyes were as beautiful as rubies under the sunlight. He nodded to me while sitting in a taller chair than the one I was in. I looked at the materials they gave me and held the thin brush with black paint, then I began.

"Your eyes. They're different. Go look." Elena frowned and went over to the mirror. She jerked her head back and looked over at Marie, then back at the mirror again. Her eyes were different. They were a deeper green, almost forest green now, and the tiny flecks of gold that had been there, were a lot bigger. They gave the effect of gold leaf rubbed into a forest green canvas. They were iridescent and glowed with an inner light. "Well, that's going to be fun trying to explain. Everyone knows I don't wear glasses or contacts, so that excuse won't fly. Any ideas, my smart, sexy Marie?"

I looked simply magnificent. I drew a line with my W3LL people expressionist liquid eyeliner and eye pencil over the line I already made to intensify the look. Here, I worked slowly across the eye, not just from the middle. Using a brush, I blended and extended it out. Then I traced the pencil along my bottom lashes and blended again.

I smelled the marker after opening it. God! How much do I adore that scent? Biting my lower lip in concentration, I drew a face resembling mine on his chest, near his heart. Mom always said I had the drawing ability of a four-year-old, and when I look at my masterwork, I don't disagree. The nose was shaped like a 'c,' and one eye was small and the other was large, both without lashes or a brow. My first thought for hair was wavy, but it turned out curly. Whatever it is, it is more than enough to agitate him.