Elf Eyes Drawing Novels & Stories

Cole💙:sure :) I say goodbye to him by text. I look at the clock and see it is nearly half-way through the session. I sigh internally and just keep on doodling freely. I look away and inspect the drawing. I furrow my eyebrows and try to distinguish what the heck I just drew. I turn the book on an angle and see the face. I drew Cole, and pretty well too. Wow. I decide to colour in his hair and eyes, but only those two. To me Cole's best features are his hair and eyes, oh and his body, actually all of him is perfect, especially his spiritl. I love his spirit.

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.

Elijah commented in the morning, and ran a finger beneath my eyes. "I need a piece of paper and a pencil, Elijah." I said with urgency. I would react to his comment about my eyes later. "a piece of paper and a pencil?" he asked, and I nodded. "alright. Give me a sec." he said, and quickly walked to his backpack , drew out a piece of parchment and a pencil. When I got it, I began to draw each ritual site as I remembered them. There were about four of them , and all of them had their own symbolism hung on a tree.

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.

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.

“What do you mean?” “I call it the Eye case for a reason. On the floor in front of the hole there was an eye drawing. It was a big one but I hit it with soil so as not to attract Drake’s attention.” I said, pulling out one of the pictures to show it to him. “But I never really expected it to be something as demonic or as, I don’t know, supernatural as this. If anything, I expected it to be a wolf or a Lycan.” I said, shrugging my shoulders.

“Only if your mom says yes.” Elena blinked, surprised by the deliberate restraint. She nodded. “Alright.” Eamon paid without comment and stepped back, giving them space while Evan sat excitedly for the drawing. He didn’t hover. Didn’t insert himself. He simply watched, smiling, hands in his pockets. When the artist handed Evan the finished piece, Evan gasped. “Mom! Look at my ears!” Elena laughed. “They are not that big.” “They are!” Evan protested, then turned to Eamon. “Do you want one too?”

“Then here’s another one. Do most elves have white eyes like yours?” For a second, Fenrir looked surprised. Then he laughed quietly, “White eyes, huh?” “Of course” I said, watching him carefully as he too looked at me intently, as if studying me. “It’s rare, isn’t it? I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone like it.” He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Rare would be an understatement.” Then, slowly, his expression changed. His playful expression faded, replaced by something heavier—something more serious.

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!”