Hestia Drawings Novels & Stories

Soon, Blake's image began to emerge: his strong jawline with its light beard, the wisps of hair that fell over his brow, his eyes raptly focused on the book in front of him. "There." Her voice was satisfied. She'd been drawing for half an hour. Blake's expression was interested. "Let's see." Shasta moved his book and sat on his lap, allowing him to peer over her shoulder at the drawing. Reaching around her, he held the sketchpad, tilting it so that he could see it clearly. He'd forgotten the drawing he'd seen the day after the storm when he'd packed up her things. This one was as good, if not better. She'd captured his physical appearance, but there was something about the way she dre

A BLUE donkey tattoo. Then, Leonidas had locked himself up, scared, because he already knew the stories of the children who had a different colour than they were supposed to have, and asides that. He was not even chosen by a higher goddess. But the lowest of them all. Hestia. A slaves Patron. A son of a Zeus Familia who suddenly had the emblem of Hestia on his back. How would he explain himself? How could he even start? Would they even listen to his side?

she added. Gulping down the last drop of her wine, Hestia went back to her working room. Unlike the tidy set-up of all the rooms in her house, her working room was like the aftermath of an earthquake and a hurricane. Papers were scattered on the floor, most of them crumpled into a messy ball. On the right side, a large corkboard took up the entire wall, displaying a lot of sketches, both colored and uncolored. Most of them featured wedding gowns of different styles. They were not hers though, but her sister's, Mavis. On the left side, a long magnet board stood where Hestia's current works were on full display. Instead of working on them, she walked towards the back of her wooden desk. A smal

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.

The next several pages were all about the different cities in hell, and what to expect from each city, the creatures that dwelled there, the habitats they all lived in, and what they contributed to hell, as well as the highest ranked household and it's respective head or council member. I wanted more on Hades, more on the King himself and his history, but I had to stop looking through because a particular drawing of some kind drew my attention. My fingers traced on the drawing, I was completely mesmerized by what I was seeing, at the same time a huge sense of doom completely enveloped me. There was a female, or what I thought was a female, and I could see her back, she was completely naked a

Avery looked up, startled for a moment before her face softened with a smile of her own. “Just a little more,” she admitted. “I was going through the Book of Hestia, trying to understand more about the connection between fire and healing.” I stepped behind her and placed my hands on her shoulders, beginning to knead the tension out of them. “You’ve done enough for today, love. You should rest.” She hummed softly, leaning into my touch. “I will… soon. There’s just so much to learn.” As I continued to massage her shoulders, I noticed her doodling something familiar on the corner of her book. A swirling blue flame. “What’s that?” I asked, curious.

"Beat him up or something? Wouldn't be the first time." He takes a long breath in, causing me to lift an eyebrow. "No." "I-" A knock travels through the door and I sit up from his lap. "Come in." Nicholas says. The door opens and Stasia comes in with a large smile, holding a drawing. "Oh, you're here." She waves at me and comes over to the bed. "I made this for you. Please keep it safe." She hands him the drawing and I look at it, seeing that it's of the two of them in front of their house. Wow, her artistic skills are amazing.

Beside the drops of it, the black gives way to a figure and fear crawls into the crevices of my mind, leaving me cold and sweaty as I realize what Rune has drawn. Who. Hekate. Something prompts me to flip the page and I do. The paintings are different on this one. This page is covered with faces and expressions of a young girl. Laughing, happy, angry, sad...it captures everything. Her eyes, her hair, her lips and the flush in her cheeks. There are dates at the top of each page. It's always the same day, but a different year. My birthday. Solstice. I flip the next, fingers trembling, feet cold and frozen and it is more drawings of this girl. Slightly older. Perhaps, by a year.

I arranged all I've drawn, observing it all, shocked to see that all I've drawn are the female in my life, from Fiona to Caramel, to Mom, to Josette even stupid Lizabeth and as weird as it is, I drew her too, I didn't even know I remembered every detail of her beautiful face vividly, her brown flowing hair and her gunmetal grey eyes, perfect description of her, of Lia, I wonder how she is now. I ruffled my hair as I got up, realizing I'm hungry and I'm certain Kai won't be around, even if he is, he's not talking to me, not that I blame him though, and even if we are on the same page, his food are the last thing I would ever taste on this planet. I packed my tools back, but I couldn't pack th

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