Elf Eyes Drawing Novels & Stories

The celebration was reflected in his eyes, a radiant smile transforming his face when he met my gaze. Just then, the curious little elf from earlier, Elain, scampered toward us, his brown hair a tousled mess from play. His eyes, one a clear sky-blue, the other a vibrant leaf-green, sparkled with mischief. I’d never seen a combination so captivating; it was like he held two different seasons in his gaze.

Elijah said, unable to meet her eye, "I just feared for a moment that if you saw what he had drawn, you might never look at me the same," "Never look at you the same?" She asked, calmly approaching him, "That can never happen, Elijah. Ever," Then, her eyes were on the drawing. There was a wolf with black shadows shaped like wings sprouting unnaturally from its back, and she quickly recognised it as the rogue. Its fangs were dripping with water and it was consuming some wolves underneath it. Around its throat was a chain. A fraying chain of light as if it would snap at any moment. And in the middle of everything, watching with complete horror in her eyes, was her. One of her hands reached out

She had tears streaming down her cheeks, smudging the already chaotic masterpiece. Her entire face was a riot of colors. One eyelid shimmered in neon green, the other glowed in sea blue. Her cheeks were painted a rosy red so bright it looked like she’d just run a mile in a paint storm. And her lips… Oh! No her lips were two mismatched halves: one pink, one orange, outlined far beyond where lips were meant to end. Elia wheezed, nearly falling off the chair, then posed dramatically. “Well, at least no one can say I’m not ‘eye-catching’. l mean, with two colors on my eyelids, just in case one doesn't do the trick!”

Fiona had a pair of big doll eyes and it has the same color as those of the finest emerald. Those beautiful eyes of hers were framed by thick and long eyelashes. It was so long that Allan was even starting to doubt if Fiona's eyes were modeled after the eyes of an ostrich.

At this moment, the demon eye in the drawing suddenly moved its pupil towards her. Edward's first drawing after making a deal with the devil was the demon eye he met in his dream. It was the scary realistic paintings. The blood veins in the eye were also carefully sketched. Its sudden movement frightened Mrs. Dieter. The lights in the room flashed one after another and the whole space fell into a terrifying darkness.

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."

We were almost done when Eli appeared in the doorway in his coat and boots with a drawing clutched in both hands. “For the King,” he announced, and held it out to my father. Terence studied it with great seriousness. “Ah. This is excellent work.” “I know.” Eli turned and looked at me. “You can have one too if you want.” “I would love one.” He grinned, flashing two missing teeth right in front, and climbed up into the chair beside mine and pulled a folded piece of paper from his coat pocket. He smoothed it out on the table in front of me. It was a drawing of what I assumed was the village: a large yellow circle overhead, a building, and several stick figures standing outside it.

I say. " That's pretty cute. What does his wolf look like?" she asks, grinning. " His wolf is a few different shades of grey and his eyes are solid blue," I say. " Really? I thought with him being Alpha's son, his wolf would be black like most are?" she says. " I thought so too. His wolf is beautiful. He's also the only person I've ever known to have as blue eyes as a wolf. I haven't even heard of anyone wolf with blue eyes," I say.

"I can't explain it, but I just need you to trust me." Sawyer's fingers ran over a drawing of eyes that were sketched landscape. It was smudged in areas to create shading and the blue and black colours of the irises shouted out at him—it was like looking in a mirror and for a moment, he thought he could see himself reflected in their image. Maybe she was on to something and the longer he looked at the drawings, the more he became determined to find out.

'' I say. ''The nicest I've ever met,'' He replies. ''Can I ask you a question?'' I turn to face him and see that he has already looked into my eyes, waiting for me to continue. For a second, I am suddenly lost into his brown eyes but I immediately blink, luckily he doesn't seem to notice. The differences between Elis's and Elia's eyes are not much but if I look closely, I manage to spot a lot of differences. Elia's eyes are more softer and relaxed while Elis's eyes are more to serious and tensed. Yet, with a single glance, I never fail to see Elia's eyes—that's the only thing that I notice. They both have that kind of similarity.