Hestia Drawings Novels & Stories

Arianna turned to look at me in disbelief. “You can’t be serious?! Do you know how humiliating that is?” “Good.” I looked over to my men. “Make sure she does her job.” “Yes, Boss.” I turned around and went inside, not sparing her another look. I tossed my phone on the couch, resuming to the sketchbook, and flipped the pages to see what Althaia had created. She was very talented when it came to drawing, and it showed as I looked at the sunsets, and many different drawings of her kitten playing around with toys. I stopped when I came across a particular drawing, having me smile.

His dark hair caught the sunlight, and when he looked up at Lucian, his eyes mirrored his father's—icy blue, piercing yet warm when they softened. Lucian watched him quietly, the corner of his lips twitching with a restrained smile. "You've been drawing again," he said in his low, calm tone. Lucca nodded, proudly holding up his paper. "It's you and Mother… and me." Lucian leaned forward to look. The drawing was clumsy but full of heart Caliste stood in the middle, smiling, while Lucian and Lucca each held one of her hands. Above them, a sun with a crooked smile shone brightly.

I ran a hand through my hair, gripping the back of my neck, angry, tired, and embarrassed. "Asher?" a small voice said. I looked up. Zaya. She stood at the edge of the porch, holding something in her tiny hands—a crayon drawing. Her eyes, large and filled with concern, studied me. “I drew this,” she whispered, holding it out. “It’s you. And mommy. And all of us. We’re smiling.” I took the paper gently. A lump rose in my throat. It was stick figures and crooked hearts, but it made my chest twist painfully.

She thrust a slightly crumpled piece of paper toward him. Elena smiled, setting the plates on the table. “Let’s see it.” The drawing was a simple, colorful sketch: three stick figures holding hands, with a sun overhead and a small heart above. The heartwarming innocence of it contrasted sharply with the harsh reality he was living. He placed a hand over the paper gently, careful not to crumple it further. “This is beautiful.” he murmured, eyes softening as he looked up at Elena. Aria beamed. “Do you like it, daddy?”

It was folded into a small square. "I drew a picture," he said. "Did you?" Aurora took it. She unfolded it carefully. It was a drawing of the penthouse. A tall black rectangle. At the top, in the windows, were four stick figures. A tall one (Papa). A medium one (Mommy, with a circle tummy). A small one (Ethan). And another tall one with a hard hat (Uncle Marcus). But around the building, Ethan had used his black crayon. He had pressed hard.

"Hades" *********************** Image

She laughed and hugged me tightly, she was half a head taller than me, but it wasn't awkward at all. "You really don't have to." I said, smiling at her, only now could I take in the full effect of how much stress this had caused her. Her deep brown hair was pulled into a messy bun on top of her head, a pencil shoved into it, and her shrug's sleeves were shoved above her elbows, where eczema sat red and irritated and brought forth by stress. "Here's the drawings." I said as I pulled a folder filled with 205 different drawings. "I threw in a couple alternates, and you can rearrange them however you think they fit best. Oh!" I pulled out another paper filled with little boxes with intricate des

It was like opening presents on Christmas except this was just a letter, so there weren’t fun presents inside. Ripping it open, the fire envelope fell to the floor, turning to a light powder of ash before finally disappearing. “That’s amazing,” I whispered, my foot swishing the floor to feel for remanents of the ash. Reading its contents, there was a black stenciled drawing of a massive palace, with a three-headed dog on the letterhead. “From the Delighted Parents of Hades, God of the Underworld and Parisa Goddess of Empathy and Bonding.”

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 gasped, “Babe, these are amazing! I almost can’t wait to see what they’re going to look like af

"I will help." Kai nods with the satisfaction of someone whose project planning has received the necessary resource confirmation. Then he picks up the drawing book from the chair and he opens it to a fresh page and he begins to draw, right there in the treatment room, with the focused economy of someone who has something to get down before the image leaves. I look over his shoulder. He is drawing three figures: a small one, a tall one, and a third one whose silver hair he renders in careful crosshatched lines, standing in the western quarter with the tree and the lifted pavement stone visible at the edge of the frame.