Elf Eyes Drawing Novels & Stories

Instantly my mouth drop open. " Is it good ? ", He asks a bit nervously. " It's...Ethan...it's too g..good.", I say. His lips bunch into wide smile after a second. " Really ?", he asks with shining eyes. I couldn't get any words to reply him. Cause I was overwhelmed seeing the drawing. I didn't expect him to draw my eyes this beautifully. He has drawn the pupils so carefully. Perfect light blue irises with dark blue flakes and sapphire rings surrounding it, glowing in the light. The dark long eyelashes are traced perfectly and the curve of the eyes is magnificent. It looks original. It's so perfect.

But I saw how her smile faltered when she thought no one was looking, saw her checking and rechecking her weapons like repetition could somehow improve our odds. That evening, as the sun bled out across the horizon in shades that looked too much like fire, I found Eli sitting by the dying campfire with a scrap of paper and a broken crayon he'd scavenged from somewhere. His tongue stuck out slightly as he concentrated, the way it always did when he was working on something important. "What are you drawing, baby?" He looked up with that smile that could still make everything else fade away, at least for a moment. "It's us. Everyone together."

From the mirror, she could see Edward's expression clearly. Edward's expression did not look like he was joking. "You know how to?" Ellena was a little suspicious because she had never seen Edward draw before. She did not believe that a straight man who did not have any artistic skills could draw eyebrows. Edward raised his eyebrows and nodded with certainty. "Yes." Ellena half-believed him and handed him the brush. Edward took the brush and ordered, "Turn around and close your eyes." Ellena closed her eyes and allowed Edward to draw her eyebrows.

Because after I was done, I looked down. I saw Angelstar, my wolf, and a beautiful wolf has a midnight color on his tail and under his chest with a shape of a paw on his chest. I knew it was a bigger guy than her and me because they were on the mountain top watching the sky. Then something came to my mind. So I started drawing on the other pad. I was underlining the picture and coloring and shadowy the part of the picture. Once I was done. I gasped and hid my flush face because I had drawn a girl with beautiful platinum blonde hair and purple eyes, but I kept my eyes on her. Oh, my God! The drawing looks just like-

He climbed onto the sofa beside her and opened the notebook. Crayon lines filled the page. Bright colors. Simple shapes. But the drawing was recognizable. Three stick figures stood side by side beneath a large sun. Evelyn had seen similar drawings from him before. Usually the same three figures. A woman. A child. And a tall man with darker shading around the eyes. Silas held the notebook proudly. “Do you like it?” Evelyn forced a soft smile. “It’s beautiful.” He studied the picture carefully. Then pointed to the tallest figure.

His eyes traveled back to mine and he shook his head. "Get your head out of the clouds female, there is never going to be a you and I," he sneers. My mouth drops open and I scowl. "That's rather presumptuous of you. I never wanted anything to do with you," I scoffed. His brow raised and he chuckles. "Bullshit," he smirks, his eyes twinkling. His eyes traveled down to my drawing and I followed his gaze. I looked hard at my drawing and realized it was a little too obvious, my interest was clearly readable in the strokes of my pen on the drawing of him sleeping bare-chested on the couch. I heard the crunch of glass, pursed my lips, and released his hand, letting him have my broken phone. I just

Since I hadn’t asked him if it was okay for me to look at it, I didn’t compliment his work, but it was so much better than my own. I remembered what Mrs. Flynn had said about asking for help from other people at our table if we needed it. I scooted my drawing over to Melanie. “What do you think I should change?” She looked a little surprised that I was asking. “Well, for one thing, your eyes aren’t big enough on the picture,” she said. “You have big, beautiful blue eyes. You should emphasize that. Also, your expression is sort of a smile, but it doesn’t reach your eyes. When a person smiles, their cheeks are rounder up beneath your eyes. You could try changing that.”

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'm ready to explain." Taking out her blunt pencil, Grace nodded with a thin smile. "I'm ready too. You can start explaining from her face because I'll be painting from the stomach up to the head." “I see.” Adro nodded, then began to explain, "Joselyn has a pair of melancholy eyes with long and curly eyelashes. She's a girl with beige hair up to her eyebrows, and her eyelashes are the same color. Her lashes shade a pair of bright blue irises that shine as bright as the clear summer sky."