La Llorona Drawing Easy Novels & Stories

Like for a second, the ground stopped shaking under her feet. After breakfast, I stayed behind to rinse the dishes. A little domestic rebellion against the mountain of sticky plates, while the kids ran off, yelling something about building a fort and whether or not it needed “guard dragons.” I was elbow-deep in bubbles when I felt a soft tug on my shirt. “Uncle Arsen?” I turned, hands dripping, to find Lorelai holding out a crayon drawing with all the seriousness of someone delivering state secrets. The paper was a riot of colors. A house, crooked but proud, with smoke curling out of the chimney. A big red sun. Stick figures all holding hands—some had little scribbles above their heads. Hear

A stripe of soft blue from the nightlight cut across the floor. Lyra eased it open. Luna slept sprawled on her back, hair fanned around her head, wolf plush clutched under one arm like a shield. Her mouth was slightly open, a tiny snore barely audible. On the small table by the bed, under the plastic cup she used for water, another drawing sat. Lyra lifted the cup and picked up the paper. Four figures this time, not three. Small silver‑flecked wolf in the middle—*me*.

she whispered, I hardly heard her answer. I smiled gently “Unicorns are my favorite! Do you think I could draw one with you too?” For a moment Lilliana just stared at me. I could almost hear my heartbeat because of the silence of the room. Then without any word, she pushed a blank sheet of paper towards me along with crayons. I feel relieved after that cause I don’t want her to feel uncomfortable.

The door closed loudly behind her. Lucas stood there… alone. --- Back in London… Naomi finally started drawing. At first, her lines were slow. But then… her hand began to move faster. She did not think too much. She just let her heart guide her. She drew a woman standing in the middle of a road. The woman was holding a child. Behind her… there was darkness. In front of her… there was light. But the woman was not moving. She was standing still. Like she did not know where to go.

Nueva couldn't understand the language; it looked complicated and old, but the hand-drawn pictures drew her in. The pictures were of werewolves. The first couple of pages had drawings of two large wolf's, one black and one red. She could make out the names Saul and Thiago's amongst the foreign written words. After a few pages, the black wolf lay bloodied on the ground next to a smaller grey wolf. A small pup was sitting next to the lifeless bodies— Painted in the background was a red wolf in blurry faint lines. It was almost like the red wolf was disappearing into a dense fog. Even if she didn't understand the words, the pictures told the sad story, and Nueva sniffled as she looked at the sm

Draw the magic circle! She swallowed hard, her brow furrowing in concentration. With a deep breath, Lily propelled the mana forward, guiding it as she had the chalk in her hand. Within the canvas of her mind, she began to sketch the intricate symbols and lines, recreating the magic circle she had labored over on the ground. "Wow!" Emmanuel and Theo exclaimed, their voices hushed with awe. At the sound of her brothers' remarks, Lily's eyes flew open. What she saw left her breathless, her heart pounding in her chest.

He was on his computer, doing whatever, and she was relieved he wasn’t paying much attention to her. At first, she wanted to use this opportunity to study, but she wasn't feeling it anymore. Instead, she took out her sketch pad and a pencil and began to scribble on it, letting her imagination flow until it formed an image. As she drew, her thoughts went back to what she’d been thinking about all day. Loral’s words had been troubling her since yesterday. She couldn't even pay attention in the two classes she had, both with Mark and Ethan. Instead of listening to the teacher, Lily was staring at them as she conversed with her demon and angel.

A minute later Keyla heard cupboard doors opening in the kitchen. Leo, at the table with paper and crayons, was drawing something he'd been working on since breakfast. Three figures in a house — the same round heads and stick bodies he always used, circles for heads, lines for bodies, and a square structure around them with a door. He'd labeled none of them, which was unusual; Usually there would already be letters beside each figure. Something seemed to occur to him. He switched crayons and went back to the drawing. Only then did Keyla look away from the contract. She leaned slightly toward the drawing. "Who's that?"

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

"Mama. Look at the east tower. I fixed the load distribution." She came in and looked at the east tower and made the appropriate sounds of appreciation and asked the appropriate questions and Luca answered them with the thoroughness of an architect receiving a peer review. Lena looked up from her drawing and held it out without speaking. Elara took it. It was a drawing of two figures, small and detailed for a four-year-old's work. Standing in what appeared to be a large space, possibly a building, surrounded by other small figures. The two central figures were slightly larger than the others. Lena had used silver for them.