Katana Drawing Novels & Stories

Katana’s gaze lingered on me for a long moment before she smiled faintly. “ You’ve brought someone very interesting into our woods, old friend.” Corin’s jaw tightened slightly, though there was amusement in his voice when he replied, “ You always did have a sharp nose, Katana.” I still couldn’t take my eyes off Katana. She is the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. The tribal markings on her arms caught the light, dark and sharp against her skin. She looked powerful, ancient even—but there was something kind in her smile too. I shifted my gaze to Corin, who stood beside her, wiping the dirt from his tunic. My heart still hadn’t calmed down since the fight. The image of him being thrown

Zen decided to wait outside a little and watch the show the two powerful assassins were putting up. “Draw it,” Ben handed Oritha some drawing materials. “Let’s see if I can make it.” Recalling as much as she could, Oritha drew a triangle and filled out the details of her tribe’s unique weapon. It had a rounded edge with many tribal designs carved. According to the Amazonian, the triangular weapon was commonly made from wood and used to cut down fruits from trees.

“This was from a free-draw session last week. The prompt was ‘My Family at Home.’” I looked down. Katie had drawn our mansion with meticulous detail. There she was, a stick figure with a yellow dress in the center. To her left, a tall stick figure labeled ‘Daddy’ stood at a big box labeled ‘Office.’ Lines came out of the box, like rays. To her right, a smaller stick figure labeled ‘Mommy’ stood at a box labeled ‘Bakery.’ Similar rays. The three figures were connected by dotted lines, not solid ones. In the corner, she’d drawn a small, smiling sun. But between the ‘Office’ and the ‘Bakery,’ she’d drawn a thick, black, scribbled wall.

If she wanted to attack the werewolf, then she would have to keep her away from its territory. Her eyes fell on one of the pictures of a beautiful woman with long black hair. Katarina scratched her palm with her dagger and dripped her blood on the picture. "Sshh, it'll take a lot of blood to track you down, miss!" Her blood flowed on a piece of paper with a map of the area. Katarina watched the movement of her blood flow and her gaze rested on the name of a region on the map. "There you are!"

that his happiness grows somewhere beyond the solar system. Well, Kit woke up, sat on his hips and runs her finger over the drawings on his stomach. The body shudders and responds instantly. “Kitsune, what are you doing… we will never get up like this” he catches her hands and presses them to his chest. - There will be another. “Already… Keith…”

A scrapping of a chair breaks the deteriorating conversation across the dinner table, Athan moving his chair back and heading out to the hallway. “Athan what are you doing?” His mother calls out after him, her eyes flickering between Calian and me. “I’m…here…I made this earlier on.” He enters back into the room holding a folded piece of paper in his hands. Surprisingly, he doesn’t hand it to his father, or even his mother…but moves towards me, placing it out in front of me. “I drew this.” He looks up at me expectantly, waiting for me to take it from him. I do, unfolding the paper to reveal a drawing of a female dressed in a black jumpsuit, a black cape…long lilac purple hair and glowing eyes

KATERINA Sitting on the high-backed chair behind the vintage table, I furrowed my eyebrows, taking a good look at the sketch designs, turning it in different angles to make sure that I didn't miss important details. My concentration was cut short when a knock cut through the air. I granted whoever was knocking permission to enter, my eyes never leaving the sketch sketch book. It was silent inside the office and slowly, I raised my head to check who had walked in and I creased my eyebrows.

I start the car driving away without saying anything. When we get to the borderlands. I pull over and get out. Noah and other people have already arrived. Katrina pulls out her jacket throwing it in the car. “What’s happening?” I ask making my way towards Noah who was shaking his head. There are just a few things that leave Noah speechless. Kat was already making her way through the field, not minding that she wore white sneakers. She crouched down in front of a body, pushing it so it could face up. She pulls a dagger from her waist and starts opening the man’s chest.

"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.

Kat smiled at him as the shadows formed around her and covered her from sight, before dropping again to reveal her third form. Before Ruben and Vlad stood a massive black panther like creature, but it had small wings coming from the top of its front shoulders, short black horns protruding from its temples, a long flowing bushy tail and a ruff of long hair under its neck and down its massive muscled chest. Those eyes were still the same though and starting to dilate out, getting blacker and blacker, like a cat focused on its prey and about to pounce. “Kat!” Ruben hardly breathed. “Don’t go…”