Fairy Tail Draw Novels & Stories

, nearby the brook rumbled fiercely, "Then the fairies take us to wherever they live" Jemi answered, eyes fixed on the image, taking form on the paper, she scrunched her little nose upward criticizing "If we good?" "Yeah if we are good" She finally guessed she couldn't divide her attention between Sara and the drawing she looked up at the little blond girl who had her nose buried in the flowers she held. "Sara I wanna concentrate" "Alright," she murmured let down. She continued on the paper, trying out fonts, few minutes passed, and she smiled in satisfaction looking at the virgin Mary taking form. Another trophy.

Leo cheered, skidding to a halt beside my chair and thrusting the paper right into my lap. I looked down at the drawing, a soft, involuntary smile breaking across my face. It was drawn in bold, vibrant colors. In the center was a stone castle with blue flags on the turrets. Standing in the grass out front were three stick-figure people holding hands. On the left was a figure with black hair in a red dress labeled Mommy. On the right was a broad figure colored in black crayon labeled Mr. Tyson. And right between them, holding both of their hands with a yellow smiley face, was a smaller figure labeled Leo.

But that wasn’t what he was drawing today. There was a picture of two girls—rendered crudely in crayon, but still identifiable as girls. One of them had short blond hair and the other had long brown braids. Their hands were on their faces and their mouths open in screams. David had drawn these as big black circles. A huge black shadow hovered before them, a shapeless body with red eyes and clearly defined hands. The hands looked like long silver knives. There were many drawings before this one. Lauren wondered how long David had been at it.

They were completely absorbed in their artwork. "Hi, Xai," I said, offering a friendly smile, but she didn't even glance up. Guess she gets that from Francis. Tsk. "What are you drawing?" I asked, peering at her creation. It was a family tree, with three men labeled Tito, Kuya, and Daddy, and a girl labeled with her name: Xai Reign. I immediately noticed that someone was missing.

The way some of the quieter kids flinched when certain footsteps approached. I knew the signs. I’d lived them. My tail lashed once, sharp enough to make the nearest pup squeak and hide behind a stuffed wolf. “Miss Nyx?” The little bandaged girl was back, holding up her drawing from earlier. “For you. Because you have a tail like a dragon.” It was me—crude purple horns, red eyes, black wings I definitely didn’t have, and a long violet tail curled protectively around a circle of smaller wolves.

Breakfast ended more slowly than I expected. Aurelia insisted on showing me the drawing she'd made after the reception. It consisted mostly of flowers, three smiling stick figures, and what she assured me was a very accurate wolf. "It has four tails," I pointed out. "It was excited." "I see." Kael glanced at the page. "I've never met a wolf with four tails." "You haven't met this one." "I stand corrected." Apparently satisfied, Aurelia folded the drawing with great care before announcing she intended to keep it forever.

Taking out his pencil to draw. Naevia sat on a stool, which Zane checked first before he allowed her to sit on. She posed for the artist to draw, and he didn't waste their time. "Ta-da!" He said, lifting his hands up. Naevia gets so excited that she begged the artist to let her see. Zane goes over to see it first. The artist had drawn Naevia as a beautiful pregnant queen, sitting on a throne. Zane likes it and thanks the artist. "This is beautiful Naevia. Look at it," Zane said, showing her the drawing.

Caroline picked up the pen on the table and drew in the air, a water bottle appeared in her hand, “In this Figurati, originally a dark place with nothing, luckily a friend gave me this pen, I can draw the sky, earth, rivers, and mountains here, I can create everything. The objects created under my pen lack a bit of spiritual energy, but what’s precious is their cleanliness and purity, which is what it needs most right now.” Levi remained silent. Caroline spread out a messy pile of papers on the table, on top of which she wrote densely, she casually rummaged through for a while, then took out one from the stack, “In these past few days, I’ve been thinking about many ways to heal its soul, but

"You can look now, Ate Graziel." Graziel accepted the drawing with a warm smile. Three stick figures were drawn on the paper. One was a tall man. One was a little girl. And the last one was a woman with long hair. All three of them were holding hands. A gentle smile appeared on Graziel's face. "It's beautiful." "This is Daddy." Junie pointed at the tallest figure. "And this is me." Graziel nodded. "And this..." The little girl smiled brightly. "...is you."

Wendy said. “He’s young with blonde hair and dirty skin. Wait! I think recognize him. Fuck! I remember where I saw him. It’s from Adrian’s drawings. Shit! It was his third drawing, a certain lady was behind him, she handed a sword to him and he used it to slay a giant wolf. I think I’m starting to understand those drawings. If only I can see them again.” West said. “Okay, that makes sense. Just tell me where you are, I’ll come to you right away.” Wendy said.