Elf Eyes Drawing Novels & Stories

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.

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.

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.”

I sit back on my heels, the sandy floor of the cave cool beneath my fingers. Could it be the same woman? The thought of it runs a shiver through me, and I begin to draw on the cave's floor, my fingers tracing lines in the sand. The picture takes shape slowly. There's an eye, wide and unblinking, surrounded by a cascade of white hair that seems to glow even in the dim light of the cave. Veils drape around the figure, obscuring everything but the intense gaze that seems to pierce through the shadows. Around the central figure, I sketch other elements—abstract shapes that might be keys, or perhaps stars, their arrangement cryptic and deliberate. The entire drawing feels charged with eerie energ

Cailen smiled at him and how the names 'Papa' and 'Dad' came so easily to him now, it had taken less time than Cailen thought, and knelt down as a piece of paper was shoved into his hands. Ezekiel beamed at him as he watched Cailen look over the paper. Obviously, he was proud of his work, his work being a drawing of a man in black with a yellow 'DAD' written across his chest. The man also had pointy ears like batman and a long cape, although it was hard to distinguish what was cape and what was man because they were both black and the boy was only eight years old so it's not like he knew the importance of shading and such.

Alphas had red eyes,alphas to be orange ,betas blue and omegas yellow. Green was very rare so much so there hasn't been any in the last 300 years. Atlas's eyes seem to have fire in them, it was hard not to look at him. I have to thank Saf, hearing her purring in my head made me shake my hand and lose the eye contact. "I think I could use that drink right about now." I say as I push past his hand and grab my glass. He smiled at me while shaking his head.

"Now, go to your partners and get your sketch pad out, look at your partner straight in eye, get mesmerize by it and start to draw anything you can feel towards him or her." My breathing hitched when I met his eyes staring intently at me, many emotions flowing through his eyes. Love. The last and the one emotion left shows in his eyes. I'm like being hypnotize by his eyes unconsciously, my hands came into life as I start sketching without leaving his stare. A whistle blow reached my ear, cutting me in my own trance, snapping my gaze from him to my sketch pad, I gasps as I look at my drawing. 'A girl and a wolf, the wolf cuddling the girl underneath the moon light'