La Llorona Drawing Novels & Stories

As I bent down to pick it up, I realised it had fallen open to a specific page. The illustration staring back at me held me in place like a beast with its claws in my chest. It was a drawing of a monster with long, dried-up black hair, claw-like nails, and prominent fangs. Below the drawing was a single red drop of blood, as if it were dripping from the fangs. I narrowed my eyes, trying to decipher the ancient, jagged writing that surrounded the drawing:

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

The entire drawing feels charged with eerie energy, as if the sand itself is whispering secrets long forgotten. Landon watches. "Liliana, what are you drawing?" I do not answer at first, my focus entirely on the sandy canvas before me. "It's her," I finally say, my voice steady despite the pounding of my heart. "The White Sorceress. She’s the one who brought me to the paintings in the cave." The air in the cave feels thick, suffocating even by the time I am done. The shadows cast by our little bonfire dance across the walls, taking on shapes that seem almost human for a fleeting moment.

Then she turned off the lamp, and Lila rolled over, hugging her koala tight. Before she fell asleep, she thought about the picture she’d drawn. The big pink tree. The people underneath. And how, in the corner of the page, she had drawn a tiny hummingbird. It wasn’t perfect. The wings were uneven and the eyes were too big. But it was flying. Just like her. A storm rolled in that night—sudden and sharp. The wind howled against the windows, rattling the glass like ghosts trying to get in. Thunder cracked across the sky like a warning. The lights flickered once, then steadied.

Something older. She looked at the girl, who was now drawing quietly with a piece of charcoal on a flat stone. At first, she drew trees and stars. But soon, her hand changed direction. She drew a circle — the same one from outside. Liora froze. “Where did you see that?” The girl blinked. “I don’t know. It just came into my head.” Jonathan laughed. “Looks cool! Like magic!” Liora’s voice was sharp. “Don’t touch it.”

"Hey, my love. What happened?" "Nothing." A hiccup. "I'm not crying." "Okay. You're not crying." I rubbed slow circles on her back. "But if you were, what would it be about?" She was quiet for a while, gathering herself the way she'd seen grown-ups do, and then it came out in a rush, muffled against my shirt. "I made you a drawing," she said. "A really good one. It was you and me and Luna and the sun and a dog even though we don't have a dog but I put one in anyway. And I was going to give it to you. And Elara saw it."

“He’s always busy now.” I swallowed the lump in my throat. “I’m sorry, Aurora. That must have felt really sad.” She nodded, then reached into her backpack and pulled out a folded piece of paper. “I made this for you. At home last night.” I unfolded it carefully. It was a crayon drawing of stick figures: a tall man with dark hair, a little girl with pigtails, and....my stomach dropped, another woman with brown hair standing beside them, holding the little girl’s hand. A bright sun smiled overhead, and a clumsy wolf shape sat in the corner.

Dante turned his face towards them. Lola nodded at the female guard direction. "What in the world did they do to deserve this? I will say it again it was because of the unlucky boy!" — Hm? Selling them off… Was Jared not alone? Dante asked himself, a paper suddenly caught his eyes, “Wait a minute, this drawing. This are... am taking this with me.” He said softly, folded it, dropped the small orange bag behind Lola and zoomed back to the towering tree. I need to meet the person who drew this. He may be among the people the Beasts captured or the other way round. He thought.

Jason said and ended call "That went fine" Lily sighed and slumped on her bed What should she do to keep herself from thinking about her Dad's loan till Jason calls? Lily wondered She glanced at the drawing of Leonardo that she pasted on the wall last night and she remembered his enchanting tattoos She should try to draw them, even with her skills she has never been able to draw a perfect lily flower, maybe she might finally be able to draw it today Lily went to her desk and got her pen and drawing paper, she pictured Leonardo's tattoos in her head and began to draw but her hands always ends up trembling mid way, ruining her drawing

- Liliana who had spoken strangely after all who had spoken to the others was Draven, not to mention his discreet smile, did not know his intention, but the woman still kept the same look as before. - Of course, thank you, Miss Liliana, as shown here my painting has a sad and realistic tone, my intention in making such an image was to express the feeling of loneliness, the suffering of air, darker, everyone at some time in life had frightening experiences, so I present three elements, the woman, the owl and the moth, the owl a majestic night animal that with its gaze hypnotizes anyone its dark song brings a morbid and lonely feeling. - As I spoke flecks of everything that had happened in my