Elf Eyes Drawing Novels & Stories

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

EVELYN The next page contained two detailed sketches. The first depicted a monstrous figure labeled The First Alpha of the Werewolves, Alpha Elrod—a nightmarish fusion of man and wolf. His expression twisted in eternal agony, his heart pierced by a silver dagger. The second sketch, in stark contrast, portrayed his daughter, Moon. The artist had been far more merciful in painting her. Unlike her father, she was drawn with an ethereal beauty—her features fierce yet strangely soft. Cascading hair framed her delicate face, resting elegantly on her shoulder, and she wore a dress woven of moonflowers. Though faded with time, her features carried an eerie familiarity, strikingly similar to the woma

No wonder Killian couldn’t look me in the eye this morning. I reach for the sketch pad Elara left by the nightstand. My fingers tremble, but I grip the pencil like it’s my lifeline. I don’t even think, I just draw. Symbols. Circles. Eyes with fire spilling from them. A wolf with a shattered spine. A crown that burns. A clock with no hands. My hand stops only when I notice the paper trembling beneath my touch. Not from me. From the floor. A low vibration hums through the wood. Like a warning. Something is coming.

She tilted her head. It was the exact same gesture Aurora used when reviewing a blueprint. "Most children at this age draw symbols," Ms. Elena said. "A circle for a head. Sticks for legs. Hope is drawing... feeling." She handed Aurora a sheet of paper. It was dry. "She did this one ten minutes ago. We asked them to paint 'happy'." Aurora took the paper. It wasn't a smiley face. It wasn't a sun. It was a burst of yellow and orange, radiating outward from a center point. It looked like an explosion. Or a sunrise. It was vibrant, chaotic, and undeniably emotional.

"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'

It was a crayon drawing. Although it was messy, you could tell what she drew. Elowen had drawn two figures holding hands. One was a tiny girl in a pink dress. The other was a taller woman with long dark hair, wearing a suit. Above their heads, she had drawn a massive blue ocean with giant cargo ships floating in the water. She had drawn herself and Tyla Avery. I stared at the wrinkled paper for a long time after everyone else had gone to bed. Tyla had mentioned she had a child of her own.

My face, was very strikingly gorgeous, my father used to say I was more beautiful than the goddess herself but I bet he was just teasing me. But what truly caught Amber’s attention were my eyes. They were like two glittering suns, with a warm, golden light that seemed to come from within. They shone with a soft, glow that seemed to originate from their depths. Their shape was like a lotus flower, with delicate, petal like eyelids that seemed to unfurl like the gentle petals of a bloom. The irises were golden but seemed to shift from bright, shining yellow to deep, burnished copper, like the first blush of sunrise on a summer morning.

Elena said. "I don't have much patience for dishonest ones," Ethan said simply. Zuri looked up from her drawing suddenly, holding it toward Ethan for inspection. "Is this good? I want the dragon to look fierce, but also a little bit nice, because he gives the crown back at the end." Ethan studied the drawing with genuine consideration, the same careful attention Elena had noticed him give to the story earlier. "I think you've captured exactly that. Fierce eyes, but the way you've drawn the mouth — it's not quite a snarl. That's a nice detail."

"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."

Standing next to a smaller wolf with brown fur and a flower in her mouth. "That's me," Lila said, pointing to the smaller wolf. "And that's him. We're friends." I smiled despite everything. "Okay. Come sit." --- Lila climbed onto the bed. Sat cross-legged at Kael's feet. Held up the drawing so he could see it if he opened his eyes. "This is for you," she said. "I colored your eyes silver because Ellie said that's what they look like when you're being brave." Kael didn't move.