Fairy Tail Draw Novels & Stories

And that was okay. Today I was helping Micah, a thirteen-year-old with a shaved head, hoodie sleeves always tugged down over their palms, and the eyes of someone who’d seen more than they should’ve. They weren’t chatty, but they liked drawing. Their sketchbook was filled with figures that resembled comic book heroes, quiet and fierce, with eyes always cast in shadow. They were hunched over a new page now, sketching a person standing in the center of swirling chaos. The figure held a long sword in both hands, the blade resting downward, tip touching the ground. Not raised. Not slashing. Just… there.

Her expression softens as she takes a step closer, her hands clasped in front of her. “My, and what do we have here” She crouches down until she's practically eye level with a beaming Kira. “It's Pinky, from my favourite cartoon. Isn't it pretty?” Kira gushes, holding up the drawing proudly. Lydia studies the drawing, her smile widening. “Nu, razve eto ne chudesno? You have done a wonderful job, Kira” (Well, isn't this just marvellous) Kira grins, “Ava helped me.”

He reached into his bag — past the textbook with the torn cover and the pencil case that didn't close properly and the collection of small objects he kept meaning to remove — and pulled out a drawing. He held it out to his father. A figure in a black dress with butterflies around her head. The dress had careful detail,more careful than the scale of the figure really justified, the work of someone who wanted to get that part right. The butterflies were possibly the size of small horses, which was a scale issue he was aware of and had decided to commit to anyway. At the bottom, in his best handwriting, which he had been practicing specifically for this: For Miss Vale. From Cassian Ardent. I th

It would truly break her heart because Steffan was her only friend, aside from the shadows. Stretching her arms, Cent flailed to get back her sketchpad. But Steffan was too tall and too strong for a skinny gothic girl like her. She was almost in tears when Steffan’s words froze her. “These are awesome! Did you draw these, Maleficent? Dude, this is so cool!”

I flipped a couple of pages until I got to a picture. The man had drawn the picture of the Qilin we had seen in the Ethereal realm down to the swirling patterned fur. On the next page was a picture of each leaf form the Qilin's mane along with a diagram of how to use it. This was exactly what we needed. I screamed with joy jumping out of my chair and gaining too many people's attention. I sat back down in my chair with a blush as Liam sniggered at me. "Shut up." I pointed at him before he could say anything. "Look"

I guess her height is 176 cm which is 12 cm different from me, who has a height of 188 cm. She is beautiful, enchanting. A unique beauty, I called her beauty "fairy tale beauty". Is she from another country? She looks different from a common girl in this country. After a while, she finally realized that I was staring at her. That girl, Nadya, whom I didn't know her name at that time, saw me too. While I looked at her with a look full of admiration, she smiled at me. Her cheeks weren't red, maybe that's her "Candle skin" uniqueness, but I could sure that she was shy when I looked at her. And behold, even her gaze is so different; her gaze is gentle, delicate, and winning. I swear she looks li

Just before I left for Aeternum the last time, I had ordered Park Zuo Yung recruit a large batch of artist, preferably those that were that active and specialize in a Comics drawing. I told her just recruit those that she find it good, no matter if they were fresh graduates or not, as long as they can draw a fantasy theme drawing is good enough for me. I do this is all because of Aeternum, and it was very important to me, because although I wanted to developed Aeternum into a modernize nations.

That was what she told herself. "Fina, look at thwis," Finlay said showing her the drawing he made. The girl showed surprise and looked at the stick figures in awe. "This is beautiful, Finn. Tell me who's this?" She said pointing at the small figure. Finlay beamed at her. "Thwis is Finn and thwis is Fina," Finlay said proudly with a beautiful smile gracing his lips. "Wow, Finn. You draw us so well, I love it. Give me a hug," She appreciated the kid who wrapped his small arms around her neck and hugged her tightly. She inhaled his warm baby scent.

sweet couples. “Did you draw this?”She asked,impressed. She hadn’t learnt how to draw seriously….and this person’s drawings seemed out of the world. The details…the expressions and demeanor of the characters were amazing. She wished she could draw this well. “Yes…should we get started now?” She nodded. “By the way,I’m Lucien” She smiled.”Fabiola.” She found a satisfactory position and then stuck a pose she had seen on the internet before… She stood in front of the fountain with one hand on her shoulder and the other pointing at the sky,with her head hanging,slightly.

God. Everything was fine. Fair. Until the last page. Reasonable honestly. Then she froze. God. Because there was a drawing. Fair. A brand new drawing. Reasonable. Not hers. God. Definitely not hers. Fair. Just scribbles. Reasonable honestly. Lots of scribbles. God. Then one tiny stick figure. Fair. Then another tiny stick figure. Reasonable. Then a tiny circle. God. Everyone stared. Fair. Then Peanut pointed proudly.