La Llorona Drawing Novels & Stories

Luna walked to the front carrying three drawings. Her voice came quietly at first. “This is my family.”She lifted the first picture.Elias.Tall.Gray suit.Smiling.The second picture showed herself. Dark hair.Same eyes.The room remained gentle.Then she raised the third.A woman.Long dark hair.Gray eyes.No name.No label. Just a face. Seraphina stopped breathing. Luna looked down at the paper. “I don’t know who she is,” she admitted softly, “but I keep drawing her.” Silence settled. Clara’s expression tightened.

I said gently, wrapping my finger. She giggled. “No, he is! He gave me this crayon box. Ask Jimmy if you don’t believe me.” She showed me her drawing: five figures. “That’s you in pink, Daddy in black, me in yellow, Jimmy in blue... and—” “And who’s this one in red?” I asked. “Why are there horns? Is that blood, Luna?” Before she could answer, Elane walked in. Luna quickly hid the sketchpad behind her back.

She had to read to the end to get the gist of the book's contents. She read sentence by phrase until she discovered a description of the world of witches that wasn't so horrible. Lora has hope that she can move to a better place from here because the world is full of brightness. "I really shouldn't be here," Lora said. Her hand reached for the book's final page. She took out the map from the book and drew the cardinal directions in brown ink. Pigeon feather map writing devices were soaked in ink and used as sketching tools. Lora plans to follow the arrow out of werewolf territory one day. She already possesses half-werewolf blood, but none of the wolves are interested in being her partner.

Adrian's POV “What the fuck are you kneeling and howling on the floor for?” Lyla questioned as she walked past me and went to where Lola was lying still. “Lola, these people are calling you dead but I know you're not. So what, if your skin has lost all colors? It doesn't matter, right? You're Lola Ashton, the moon wolf. Girl, you survived worse and they dare to think this will unalive you. Stupid people, right?” Lyla continued conversing with her like she was still very much alive.

"The drawing around the first letter of the scroll..." Lori began. "Illumination," both Galen and Lydia chimed in. "Will you two stop that?" Jason shook his head. "Go ahead, Ms. Gordon. "Call me Lori. And yes, the rest of us are just humans. Now listen. The drawing shows a woman sort of superimposed on a snake, or maybe the other way around. She has one red jewel on her forehead - sort of Asian for a medieval European art, don't you think? She has another on her chest - like over her heart - and another on her stomach. What do you want to bet that's an instruction manual?"

I glanced at a few of the books, some fantasy novels and a small sketch pad. I opened the sketch pad and looked through it, she was good. Really good. The scenes were mostly outdoors. Forests, waterfalls, mountains. All done with such grace and precision. Each more lovely and realistic than the last. I noticed at the bottom there was a J written as beautifully as the drawings themselves. I got to the last page and there was a drawing of a moon. Bright and beautiful in the sky but there was something else to it. The drawing felt sad. “What the hell.” I snapped as I lifted my hand and wiped a tear from my cheek.

“So get going everyone. Bring out your pens and notebooks and try drawing them as and when possible. Your Luna will help you if you get stuck but it’s pretty much a lot of practice and patience till you all learn to draw them.” Madeleine went to the whiteboard and erased everything we had written previously. Taking out a marker, she began drawing it, “So these are the set of runes, I had drawn on the wooden stumps to free the wisps. I had to retrace it nine times in a circle to finally free them all. Hence, I do believe that we might have to draw it in a circle around the lich that will hold him in like a cage. To not confuse you, I will draw the mirror image…”

I smiled, forcing my voice to sound bright as I walked into the room and dropped to my knees next to her. "Good morning, Mama! Look what I made!" Lorna cheered as her eyes sparkled with excitement as she held up a piece of paper. "What is it, baby? Did you draw a picture of a princess?" I asked, reaching for the paper from her hands. "No! It’s a picture of Aunty Mina, i drew her because I like her very much!" Lorna giggled, pointing at the drawing. I looked at the paper, my heart ached as I saw the drawing, but my eyes immediately dropped to the bottom of the page. There, a few wobbly letters were scribbled in red crayon.

Later that afternoon, Lyanna found an old box while looking for a book. It had been pushed to the back of a shelf in a storage room that nobody used very often. The box contained drawings. Lots of drawings. Some were hers. Most were Kael's. She sat cross-legged on the floor and began sorting through them. A few minutes later Kael arrived. "What are you doing?" "Looking." He immediately sat beside her. Together they spread the drawings across the floor. There were hundreds of them. Crayon family portraits where proportions had been treated as optional suggestions.

I watched them unpack from the shadows, already planning my limited strikes. Claire found one of Harper’s old drawings left behind in a closet. It showed a woman with dark marks around her neck standing by the water. Bella picked it up and declared it pretty. Michael laughed it off as kids’ art, but I saw Claire tuck it away with a frown.