Levi Ackerman Drawings Novels & Stories

“I forgot my drawing. Alpha Levi says he wants to see it today.” “Which one?” I ask, and she opens the paper to a stick drawing of what appears to be a man. “Who is that?” I ask, biting my lower lip as I try hard not to laugh. “Alpha Levi.” Her answer is innocent, but it doesn’t stop the laughter from rumbling through my throat. “What?” she asks with her brows drawn down, and I shake my head. “I am sure he will love it. I can’t wait for you to give it to him.”

Sacred. Now Leon stood in the center of it, his presence filling the tiny room like smoke. "Cozy," he said. "You'll be comfortable here." "Yes." "Good." He turned toward her, or seemed to. "Show me what you're working on." It wasn't a request. Amira pulled out her sketchbook with trembling fingers and opened it to her latest design. The armor dress. Sharp edges. Hidden strength. Leon reached out, his fingers hovering over the page. "May I?"

Again. Just to confirm it. The way things were confirmed. By saying them twice. The way Amara had said yes twice the night I asked her. The category eight quality. The stayed things. He had been documenting them since. Not with a notation system. Not with a survey notebook. With drawings. He drew the things that stayed. The star sticker. The ammonite. The stones on the windowsill. The map on the wall. The kitchen table with the glittery star. The school gate.

BREEDER AQUAMARINE’S POV Footsteps again. Fast this time. My eyes widened in shock. Levi had returned but with the drawer in his hands. "Take the book," he mumbled. I looked at him confused and scared. “Why did he have to bring the drawer here? Levi, the Primus would notice. Does he know that you're here?” But he just waved it off, “ Don't be scared of him. I'll take the blame. Just show me what you have to.”

But I wasn’t the type to be easily intimidated. “Then make your own version,” I finally said. “Let’s see who does it better.” Aaric smiled with triumph. “Challenge accepted.” He stepped away from the concrete divider and crouched down, pulling a black leather notebook from his backpack. With smooth, swift motions, he started drawing clean, precise lines—more mechanical than my free, emotional sketches. I watched every move, captivated despite myself.

Levi says, and I see him working hard to control his anger at what he’s heard, “Do you think that you could describe these men to me? Any details that you can think of might help.” “I can do better than that,” Robin says, pausing to hand Levi two large pieces of paper, “I was an art major in college. I’ve sketched them for you.” “Thank you Robin,” my husband says, impressed with this unexpected development, “This will be a tremendous help to us. Andrew, please circulate this sketch to everyone in attendance, and to our authorities who are aware of the situation.”

"As long as your heavy muscles keep working out hard on the ice rink, absolute zero wolves on the circuit would ever mistake your asset for being my biological father." Ada remains completely speechless over his coffee. COLLINS PARKER POV The exact fraction of a second breakfast fuel concludes, Ada displays the raw design sketches flat on the table for my eyes to analyze. One of the detailed drawings originated from the professional ring designer's office, while the other simple sketch was hand-drawn by Ada’s own claws. After studying both layout options on the paper, my hand ends up pointing directly to Ada’s custom drawing.

It was a miniature picture of little Leo which he had drawn himself. I caressed the rough drawing with a soft smile in my eyes. But when I opened the next page, my smile disappeared, and my heart dropped painfully. I looked at the drawing with trembling fingers. It was a drawing of three people which I recognised to be Leo, I and Ken. Though the drawing was awkward and childish, the writing under it showed his yearning. “Little Leo holds Mama and Papa’s hands.” I breathed heavily, shifted my eyes from the picture and closed it immediately.

From the drawing, it's lunch break and students are milling about around me but I'm standing there, looking stuck and feeling exhausted from the healing process. My eyes are a muddy brown but my lips are stretched out in a wide smile. My shoulders are slumped but my nostrils are flared like I'm angry and my fists are clenched so tightly, it's like I'm trying not to go wild. Like I'm trying to rein in my demons. And I don't even remember this. “These drawings are incredible, Jeremy.” “I should know, I made them and they're called outlines.” I slap his chest playfully, “Show a little gratitude.”

The boy raised the paper loudly and said: “Dad, mom, look, Miss Mindi says you draw very well.” Levi's drawings are very different from children of his age, since he was a child Levi has shown a rare talent for painting. Violet always let Levi draw freely on the wall and everywhere he wanted, making Levi more creative. Dominic pampered Levi, picked him up, and kept praising him as if Levi was a genius. After Violet accepted to bring Levi back to live with Dominic, Dominic immediately changed his son's name from Levi Taylor to Levi Barker and announced it to everyone.