Katana Drawing Novels & Stories

I hadn’t drawn in years, but the skill came back to me easily. Benita watched us silently, her expression unreadable. I could feel her gaze on me, but I focused on Theo, who was now peeking over my shoulder to watch my drawing take shape. “What are you drawing?” Theo asked. “A wolf,” I said, glancing at him with a smirk. I noticed how Theo silently watched me until I was done. When I looked up at him, he was smiling, but he frowned when he met my gaze. “Nice drawing, Alpha Nathan,” he said plainly.

Mrs Stewart’s POV This Kate bears a striking resemblance to Kennedy. Well maybe my mind is playing games on me, I concluded with a sigh of resignation. Emma’s POV I was about to ask another question, then I saw Kate coming to the parlour. I kept my mouth shut. We quickly changed to another topic. “Hope you like the room?” I asked her. “It is great,” she answered. Kate’s POV “I like that painting hanging by the door way,” I complimented.

she said, flipping through the pages. I gritted my teeth, trying to keep my temper in check. “Don’t even think about it,” I warned, my voice hardening. I was not in the mood for her nonsense. Katrina just laughed, a high-pitched, irritating sound. I knew I had to play it smart. The sketchbook contained the drawing of the wolf, and I definitely didn’t want Katrina and her cronies to see it. It was too much to explain. I reluctantly sat back down, knowing I had to play along for now. Katrina had won this round, but I wasn’t going to make it easy for her.

A little bit of fun would not harm. Katyana's opponent drew a long, curved dagger. Classic. He seemed to be waiting for her to draw a weapon. Predictable. Katyana casually reached towards her thigh, where she kept her own dagger, only to stop short and pull out a small knife, flinging it towards the man's head. He swivelled at the last second, letting it brush past his cheek and spear the dirt wall behind him. His eyes tracked the knife, a mistake on his part, for when he turned back to his opponent, she was nowhere to be found. Pain suddenly shot from his head and down his body. Katyana had landed on him from above. The man fell on his face, inhaling sharply as he landed—another mistake. Th

Why did she do these things to me? “Okay, Killian,” Katya said walking into the living room. She really was drop-dead gorgeous. She was wearing her hair up in a high ponytail, a black tight tiny tee, and some jeans that hugged her so tight it should have been against the law, her biker boots made her easily a foot taller, but what caught my attention was her weapons. “What in the hell, are you Xena?” I ask, standing up. “What?” She said, putting her jacket on.

Cold tendrils of fear stroked my spine as if the reaper itself stood above me. "She can't go home," Katarina said. "We have to." Her hand found the sheath on her belt, pulling a bowie knife. The blade shined, devoid of blood, and freshly sharpened. A terrified breath whispered out of me, but I was stunned to speak. The entire room spun on its side, blurring my vision. "No," Thane replied, taking a healthy gulp of his drink. His adam's apple bobbed, taking his time to respond. "We're not killing her."

“ Just remember the steps.” She took her stance again, placing her weight on her dominant leg, resting her non-dominant foot in front of her, being sure not to put weight on it. She raised her dominant arm in front of her so it was perpendicular to the ground she stood on and bending her elbow, raising the knife along the side of her head, she threw it again. I looked at Alejandro as he watched Katarina. With him being here she seemed more at ease, like she could accomplish it and she wanted to impress him I could tell.

“I don't know currently, I'll tell you later. And you can't laugh not tell anyone, not even Carmen, Promise??” This must be something great, since Carmen must not see it. “You've my words, simply get your ass up and allow me to see.” Katie sat in her seat and Robert got on one knee close to her with his elbow on the desk. She lifted the cover a portion of an inch, then shut it. “Try not to chuckle.” Robert didn't giggle or say anything. The drawing was of a female champion with her feet broadly planted and her arms over her head, using a giant club. She was wearing boots that went dependent upon her knees, and that's it.

My eyes had a far-off look as I twirled the pen in my fingers while my thoughts drifted back to Katana. Her image popped into my head. She was different from my usual choice of women. Not that I'd dated too many women but I often went for sophisticated females who could match the Luna archetype. Katana was different in a good way. She was innocent, endearingly dorky, charming and so damn beautiful. The mating scent grew stronger each time we met. Her beauty was intoxicating, eliciting feelings of desire and her warm, soft, and sensual body was flawless, made for loving.

She asks, seeming a little calmer now that I've put the needle away. I kiss the top of her head before releasing her from my arms. I feel around the bottom of the table until I find what I'm looking for, pressing against the loose wood until a hidden drawer slides out. I pull out a small knife and hand it to Katrina. Without even blinking, she unsheathes the knife. She grabs the book on demonology placing it on the table before her. She stands up and holds her hand, facing palm upright above the book where the family crest is. She quickly makes a deep slash on her hand. I am mesmerized as her blood spills out of her hand and lands on the book.