Fairy Tail Draw Novels & Stories

It's mouth hung wide open showing a display of huge canines like razors ready to destroy. We all stared at the paper. I didn't get the point Faye was trying to make by showing me this. So... It's a picture of a red eyed demon, probably from an old fairy tail considering how old and rusty the book was. "Faye what does this have to do with anything? "Ming chimed. 'Oh thank God it didn't have to be me.'

Just thinking that I'm going to drink it is like I'm going to vomit. “So, now. Let's start. Who's the first to draw?” Hilary and Andrew immediately rose their hands. Hilary was more likely the first one to rose her hands so she was the first to draw. She was even more excited as she pulled one paper out of the box. I wonder who it is. “Frreya! I'm the one to dare you, yipee!” Hilary said excitedly. “Wait, I'll think about what I'm going to dare, hehe. I can't think of anything because my mind is blank again” Hilary giggled.

A piece of paper fluttered out. It was a drawing. Crayons on construction paper. Catherine picked it up, and her blood ran cold. The drawing showed two stick figures standing on a jagged white line (the ice). One was labelled "Daddy," drawn in blue. The other was labelled "Sad Man," drawn in red. They were fighting. But above them, the sky was ripped open. A black hole was drawn in the clouds. And coming out of the hole wasn't light. It was a tentacle. A massive, black, spiraling limb covered in eyes.

The Ecostanian-style palace decoration looked luxurious and grand. Flora opened the small bag on her back and took out a picture book. “Mommy look, this is the family portrait I draw. This is Mommy, this is Daddy, and this is Jason, this is Jerry, and this is me.” There were five cartoon-like characters in the drawing. Although the drawing look was crooked and very abstract, each character was grinning from ear to ear. When I saw it, I smiled until my eyes turned red, “Oh! Baby, you are so awesome. You draw it so well.”

Maybe years. And then I see the drawings. Taped to the walls, scattered across tables, covering nearly every surface I can see. Sketches in charcoal and pencil, some detailed and finished, most of them half-done like he started and couldn’t bring himself to continue. All of them are the same person. A girl. Young, fourteen or fifteen maybe, with long dark hair and this smile that looks like it could light up an entire room. In some of the drawings she’s laughing at something off the page. In others she’s concentrating hard, her tongue stuck between her teeth the way kids do when they’re focused.

Zayne's viewpoint I poured my focus into the sketch of Larissa I was working on. A sudden idea hit me to use Serenity, Larissa, and Starliss for fairytale art. I wasn't sure if it would turn out well but the idea was storming in my brain. I envisioned Larissa as a fairy. Larissa looks nothing like a fairy so that was the idea. How to turn her into a fairy, an angel, or a mermaid. It was just for fun and distraction.

He could almost see the swift slap he'd receive for this, the paper being ripped, his face shoved into the ink with a shout about filth and wasting things that weren’t his. But Kain didn’t act like that. He crouched down, picked up the page with the skinless man, and tilted his head. The corner of his mouth twitched—definitely not a smile, just some kind of shift. “You drew this?” Luca blinked. “I-it’s— I j-j-just d-doodle s-sometimes—” Kain picked up another drawing and another, flipping through the stack slowly, scanning each one as if he were reading them rather than just looking.

I order and watch the boys run back towards the building as fast as they can. I watch with concern as the young boy they were picking on sniffs and works to pick up pieces of his sketchbook. I bend down and help him pick up the remaining pieces before they’re carried off by the wind. I look at one of the pieces of paper and can’t contain the awe on my face as I take in the amazing sketch before me. It’s this incredible real-life style drawing of a sirna with a vibrant red tail surrounded by all the elements. It takes me a second to recognise the likeness, but this is a sketch of the God Ezillus as a sirna! This might be the coolest thing I’ve ever seen. “You drew this?” I ask in astonishment

Each part of her drawing appeared realistic, almost as if the image could come alive at any moment. Furrowing his brows, he turned another page to see a detailed image of one of the school courtyards that contained a statue of a fairy releasing water into a pool below her feet.

She starts looking through more boxes. "Laura shouldn't we get out of here. You should rest. We can come back and go through this tomorrow," I say to her. She digs through a few more boxes. She pulls out a folder. "One thing about us Fairies, we keep great records," she says. She adds the folder to her collection of papers. "Are you ready now?" I ask her. As we go out the door of the hidden record room, I notice something strange on the wall. "Ando can you reach that picture?" I ask him.