Katana Drawing Novels & Stories

Her humming grew. Beneath the gallows tree Katelyn began drawing it, began siphoning the trauma out of the dying animal. Coaxing it into herself. Taking control of this raving, chaotic thing. Unfazed by the magnitude of her endeavor, the girl paused long enough for her eerie gaze to alight on her father’s dripping face. She’s doing it, Richard thought, moving backward. By God if she isn’t . . . really doing it.

"What will we draw?" "You will draw something or someone that means a lot to you, Danae. And once you are done each one of you will show and tell a story about your drawing with the rest." I gaze at the female with her long neatly groomed braids who is sat closely next to Calix as I answer her. These two are Argus's closest friends. "Can we draw butterflies?" "Yes, you can." "Can I draw my favourite fruit? It is an apple." "Yes." "What about the hut I live with mama?"

Everyone is scattering to fight each other. “How about a deathmatch?” Carz asked. “Fine by me!” Katon said shoving Carz. They both are attacking and defending. Katon tries to hit Carz, but his movement is too fast that Katon is having trouble hitting her, but he can dodge Carz’s assault too. “You are not bad,” Carz said. “You either,” Katon said. “But.” Carz leaps backward and dashes fast. ”I'll kill you right now!” Carz shouted expanding his claw which looks like 10 sharp blades and stabbed Katon in a jiffy. Katon becomes silent and he drops his iron staff which has turned into his pen.

Katarina’s POV A scream tore through my throat as my eyes trailed down to my bloody body. My blurry eyes shone out in terror as I stared dangerously at the blood-stained down from his body to the bed, almost streaming to where I lay. I couldn't help but scream again as I realized what today was, and instantly hands reached for my mouth, covering it to avoid more cries from coming out as I kept staring at him for heaven knows I didn't know the face of the man laying beside me in the pool of his blood.

A flash in the light captured Alina's attention, and when she turned her head slightly, she saw a she-wolf wielding sharp blades, using the sun to blind her opponents as the knives disoriented anyone close enough to her. "That's Katana," Kane whispered, "My sister." Katana was beautifully evil with her twin blades, showing more skill than most of the royal army combined. She moved with the grace of an erotic dancer, weaving in and out of the men, waving her long braided hair like Medusas snakes as she put them all on their arses one by one. As Katana came to a standstill beside Kane and Alina, it felt like the townsfolk were holding their breath so as not to draw her attention.

You're hopeless. And Andrew continued. "This sword was designed specifically to cut through human flesh and bone. In the hands of an expert swordsman, this Katana was fully capable of cutting a man diagonally in half with one cDianan blow, though it was a highly specialised sword. It could not cut gun barrels in half, though it can chop down trees or cut stone, as some modern manga and anime may have you believe." "What?... you watch manga and anime?" Wow... This man is surprising. She raised her brows and knitted her forehead while she Diananed on the armchair as if judging him from the stage like Magic Mike.

she complained, trying hard to get back up. Katida charged towards her, flinging her sword to decapitate Lana's head. She bent backward, sighting Katida's turning point with the corner of her eyes. Before she could swirl around, Lana used her stick to strike her back. Katida moaned in pain. Soon that moan grew into an aggressive growl. She tossed her sword to the side, half transforming into her wolf.

My eyes drifted down to his torso, and my breath caught. God must have enlisted his finest artist to carve Killian Knight. The tattoo, a haunting web of thorned vines, began at his right hip and sprawled across his torso. Its black branches reached his heart, with another branch peeking over his left shoulder and spreading down his arm to his elbow. The intricate design, hidden beneath his clothes, was now fully exposed.

"Stella." "Kyaa." I shrieked and met Kane's dumbfounded eyes. "Why are you so surprised?" He then glanced at my sketchbook. "Is that me?" I looked down. "!" I unconsciously draw him again. It was Kane in his hoodie. His signature look. I immediately closed my sketchbook. "H-how could that be you? I-its a character from the comic book!" Kane smirked arrogantly. "But the hood is familiar. The eyebrow is similar to mine too. If you show it to others at home, they would say it looked a lot like me."

I was just about to call after her - to tell her that we weren't done talking when she returned, clutching a stack of papers between her fingers. She crossed the room to where I was standing and held it out to me. "I wouldn't be so sure about that." I took the papers and began flipping through them - fast at first, but slower and slower when I realized what I was looking at. Drawings that Tate did. Various drawings of himself playing with other pups, drawings of the two of us with the rest of the pack, drawings of the two of us as a family with a faceless father figure, and finally, a drawing of a pack with a lone pup standing off to the side with drooped ears and a hanging tail.