La Llorona Drawing Novels & Stories

Ten minutes later, River came back. He was holding a piece of construction paper. He handed it to Aurora. Liam leaned in to look. It was a drawing of the family. The usual stick figures—Liam tall, Aurora medium, Ethan and River and Hope. They were standing in front of the tower. But in the middle of Aurora’s stick figure, River had drawn a small, bright yellow dot. And around the dot, he had drawn a circle of red. "What's the red?" Aurora asked, her voice thick.

Not even a single try. “What does it say?” I asked, brows furrowing as I rubbed both of my palms to create warmth. The cold had been much cruel today ever since we arrived at the healer’s cabin. I encouraged myself to look at the drawings instead; the art style is pretty much gothic, if not ancient. It wasn’t inked. Hues of black and white were embedded on the golden brown pages of the material. I saw the graphics of a human and a werewolf. They were doing something strange… some sort of a ritual. Elliot did not flip the pages further so I ended up guessing that that was it.

Olivia grinned at her. She nodded, not noticing her. Olivia left to get the order, and Lillian took this chance to approach Shadow. His back was facing her. She looked over his shoulder to see what he was drawing and saw him drawing a wolf and a small girl who was sitting on top of the wolf. And it looked like she was laughing. Her eyes fell on the beaded flower bracelet on his head. It looked familiar to her, but she didn’t know where she saw it. Olivia was looking at her carefully and felt a little mischievous. She made a circle with her fingers as Lillian walked to his side. The server suddenly bumped into Lillian and she fell towards Shadow.

There’s a blood-stained altar in the middle of the room, and currently it holds about a dozen scrolls, each of them several feet long, all of them filled with scribblings and drawings. Like me when I came here the first time, Mara is automatically drawn to the altar. She unrolls one of the scrolls, and with a small frown between her eyes looks at it. “Can you read it?” I ask. “No, but these drawings are a little… unsettling.” They are, and they look like cave paintings. They have no depth and the perception is all wrong. “It’s not as bad as you think,” I say. “It’s just the Lycans’ creation story.”

The storm still pressed against the glass walls, wind whining in the seams. Liora was halfway to her room when the folder slipped from under her arm. Paper fanned across the polished floor—receipts, a hospital form, and a single sheet in faded crayon. She froze. Before she could crouch, a hand got there first. Varian’s. He straightened slowly, holding the paper between two fingers. His gaze didn’t leave the drawing. A stick-figure family, three crooked smiles under a sky that bled blue into the edges. At the bottom, clumsy, determined letters: Mama, Papa, Me.

Deep in the palace library, Ronan sat in a high-backed leather chair, the only light illuminating the library was from the table lamp right across the seat he was seated on. He had a bottle of expensive whiskey on the table, it was already half empty. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, worn piece of parchment. It was a drawing Liora had made when they were sixteen. It was a messy sketch of the two of them under the moon. Ronan closed his eyes, the memory hitting him with the force of a physical blow.

“I drawed this for Miwella!” Mirella leaned closer, her eyes wide. “Wow!” she exclaimed with theatrical awe, taking the drawing. It was a bit scribbled, with lines overlapping and colors outside the borders. But amidst the wild pinks and greens, was clearly a giant flower with a happy sun in the corner. “This is a really pretty drawing,” Kaliyah added sincerely, smiling at Lani. The little girl beamed and swayed from side to side proudly. Then she tilted her head, staring up at Kaliyah.

Lanka Monroe "The tiny pup in this drawing is definitely Andrew," I say. My fingers tremble against the old paper. "And the little omega boy right next to him is Stella. Carllo, are you listening to me?" Carllo's loud voice sounds real scared now. "Lanka? What are you seeing in that box? Do not scare me like this, buddy."

Isabella walked up to him hand in hand with Matteo. Inside the chest were dozens of papers and sketchbooks. He lifted the first one and opened the page, in it was a drawing of a young boy standing under the stars and on the second page, was the same boy though older now on his teenage years. And on the third page was a man now. The drawing now more detailed and precise was a man. Lorenzo. The room fell silent. He turned the pages faster and saw more drawings. The ones that had him training in them, him standing under the rain at Dante’s funeral.

Logan just needed some time to himself. I headed to my room and found Lorena on the bed with Kaya. They were looking at some pictures that Kaya had drawn and Kaya had a big smile on her face. I couldn’t help but break into a smile as well. They finally looked up at me and Kaya beamed at me with a big grin on her face. “Miss Hazel!” She left Lorena and ran towards me. I hugged her back and she quickly ran to get her coloring book. “I drew you and Miss Lorena.”