Novel & Cerita Fairy Tail Drawings

He smiled, “Go for it, babe. I know you’ll make them awesome.” I started on the basement nursery. I drew a dragon surrounding a howling wolf, with a harvest moon in the background. Then I walked to the first-floor nursery and drew a gold dragon flying with a blue sky and the gold sun in the background. In the second-floor nurseries, I drew the Moon Goddess standing over three wolf cubs in one, I drew the Moon Goddess standing over three baby dragons in another, then I drew the Moon Goddess standing over two sleeping baby dragons and one sleeping wolf cub. Aidinth looked at each of the sketches and said, “Babe, these are amazing! I almost can’t wait to see what they’re going to look like afte

I said moving closer to where she was,s she didn't have to reply cause I saw the drawings seated at her table, they were excellent. There was a carving of a wolf and a baby and another with a wolf and a little girl and the last one she was still working on had a wolf and a young lady, if looked closely you would see that these drawings looked alike in appearance both the girls and the wolves. “ you drew all these?” “Yea, h I can't remember where I learned how to nor where I saw these images” I took the drawings and stared at them for a while and realized it was a trilogy, the different stages of both their lives like they were growing together.

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.

"Woah! You draw well. I don't know how to say this but your drawings level is equal to the sketchers in my office." I heard Elena laughing. "It's true!", I shouted. She walked to me and looked at the sketch I was looking at, "So do you like it?" "Yeah. Everything looks good. Especially this one. I like this very much. Who is this?" The sketch portraying 'A colourful galaxy view as a background with a shadow of a guy standing in the middle of it.' She came closer to me and looked at the drawing I showed and laughed while saying, "Even I don't know. I had a dream one day. In that, I saw this."

Obviously, the tiny handprints are of the newborn fairy’s. “Yeah.” Dawey nodded. “The distance is very far… do you want to use your power?” Filur asked, referring to Dawey’s power of space. As long as Dawey has seen the place or an area, he would just think of it, and then they would appear there. “No.” Dawey answered, which made Filur surprised. “Why?” Filur asked. “This newborn fairy’s power is unknown yet.” Dawey spoke. “Aside from one thing which we currently know. It can create copies of itself.” He said.

For a little guy, he is way too good. There are all different kinds of drawings that are too neat, I shuffle through them, trying to find one to stick on our fridge in the kitchen. I smile to myself when I come across a picture of him and I then there's Jasmine and even Alex, with and without devil horns— that makes me laugh. I pass by other boyish things, like cars, dragons, dogs, dinosaurs and ninjas, lots and lots of them.

Stefany opened the box and took out her painting equipment: pencils, erasers, and a sketchbook. Carefully, Stefany began to draw. Her first stroke was a vast wheat field, blown by the autumn wind. She then added the figures of a young man and a girl running in the middle of the field, depicting herself and Daniel. Every detail was done with love, from the smiles on their faces to the way the wind moved their hair. Stefany stopped for a moment, looking at her almost finished sketch. "Daniel will definitely like this," she murmured softly with a smile. She continued drawing until the sketch was completely finished.

LYRA POV Even though the room was dimly lit, it couldn't hide what surrounded me. Drawings. Everywhere I looked, there were drawings of me. Me standing in the garden, sunlight catching my hair. Me sleeping, my face peaceful and relaxed. Me walking through corridors, my dress flowing behind me. Me laughing at something, joy captured in careful pencil strokes. My hands shook as I reached out to touch one of the papers. The detail was perfect. Every line of my face, every strand of hair, every small expression—all captured with stunning accuracy.

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

Coco hesitated, wondering if she should just leave. Then, she grabbed her bag and took out a notepad and a pen. Coco drew a cartoon character on the paper and handed it to Lucas. "Here, this is for you. I hope you'll feel better." Lucas lowered his gaze to the paper she had handed to him. Coco had drawn a simple cartoon character of him. With a few simple strokes, she had captured his facial features precisely. The eyes bore a significant resemblance to his eyes, allowing others to recognize him in the drawing.