Elf Eyes Drawing Novels & Stories

The way their own breathing sounded. Eli started drawing. Not stories. Just lines. Circles. Swirls. He drew the moons. Over and over. Not to remember them. Just because they were pretty. One day he drew Luna’s Heart. Low. Pink. And without meaning to, he drew a small bed of clouds under it. Ori saw it. “What’s that?” “A place for it to rest,” Eli said. “If it’s been watching us for 3000 years... maybe it’s tired of standing.”

Curiosity hit and I grabbed it while he had his eyes closed under the water. I flipped it open. Page after page of me. Sketches. Some recent, some older. Years older. Me at family dinners, head down drawing. Me asleep on the couch. Me in a swimsuit at the lake house, lines so careful they looked reverent. "Elias." My voice came out small. He opened his eyes. Saw what I held. Didn't snatch it away. Just watched me. "You drew these before I got here," I said. "Way before."

“If you ask them about it, you will have to tell them about seeing me. If you do that, I swear they will pack everything up and move. Meaning you will not see me for a while.” As he finished speaking, I noticed his eyes had gone bright red and you didn't hear the owls anymore. “I’ve always trusted you more than my parents so why would I ask them, since you have already said they have been lying to me.” When I looked away from Marcus, I noticed there were about 7 pairs of vibrant colored eyes surrounding us. Slowly another set appeared but were purple with gold specks.

the sketch artist prompted without looking up. “Straight bridge, slightly broken at the tip—like it’s been punched during a fight." The artist adjusted, drawing with practiced precision. Sofia leaned over the artist's shoulder for a peek, but didn’t comment. “Shall we go over the eyes again ?,” the artist continued. “Almond-shaped, you said?” John nodded. “Yes. Piercing and daring. And he had a scar—barely noticeable—just under his left brow.” The pencil paused, it made a correction, and continued.

A side of her face was behind the top and half of her face was visible to my eyes. I gulped hard when I started scanning the face. His pencil drew some strands of her small hair in front of her face. Putting the pencil aside, he then took a gray colored pencil. He colored the iris of her eyes as gray and my eyes widened when I almost recognised the face. Unable to bear it, I immediately banged my palm over the picture which earned his attention. “What the fuck you drew! Are you crazy?” I yelled at him, looking into his eyes. They held amusement and then his lips curved into a small smirk.

Indeed, her light ebony skin glowed with dark beauty, only adding to the extreme beauty of her picturesque face. The show stopper for young Ellie was her big dreamy eyes, full of sweetness and innocence topped by long feather- like languorous eyelashes. These eyes, with their dark stunning beauty, held such power that when she turned them on her daddy, not once did they ever fail to melt his heart. In addition to her fawn like eyes, Ellie was blessed with a pert little nose and full sensual blossom-pink lips that, due to several factors, had yet to be tasted by others outside of her immediate family.

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.

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.

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-