Luna Lovegood Draw Novels & Stories

I could hear a soft crying sound, it sounds like a cry of a baby, I wonder who it could be, the weather is quiet cold in winters here and my heart ached at the thought of the child left out in the cold "Be careful Luna" I heard Noah's voice and I nodded my head as I moved forward, after walking for a few minutes I saw something that looked like a basket placed beneath an oak tree. I walked a few more steps to see little movements and I rushed towards it only to find a tiny little figure in the basket. They had the same purple shade of eyes like me, a little on the darker side, and the baby looked so small, the baby's dry lips indicated they have been here for quiet some time. I couldn't stop

"This will be your room, please go inside and rest. Alright? See you tomorrow!" Luna watched Alta leave and disappeared at the corner. About to open the door, she noticed there was no knob to turn. She tried pushing it but it did not budge. Stepping back, she surveyed it for a moment. Made in sapphire crystal-like materials, the door had swirl carvings all over it. The pattern was captivating. It appears to dance as the light hits it. Feeling the need to but not understanding why, Luna reached out and traced the carved pattern with her fingers. Moving up until she’s on tiptoes. She strained to reach the connected swirls. Then began to trace it back down again while murmuring to herself.

Loki can feel the nice air inside from outside of the classroom, and she can even saw some houses far distance from their school. Loki amazed at how Nao slept in the classroom even during and after class. She just looked at him straight and didn’t know how to remind this guy to say their class was over. Loki decided to draw him in his deep sleep. She started to draw in her notebook from the straight vertical line and circular shape pointed for his face and drew some parts of his body. Then she carefully traced some of his figures with her black ballpen which could seen the detailed of his sleepy face.

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.

They have bloodshot eyes and growl like hungry beasts. I heard Luna's powerful growl that made me flinch and the rogues stepped back. I positioned myself in front of the Luna. "Wilson, I can take care of myself, be careful," she minds linking me. Then one of the rogues attacked me but I avoided it. To my surprise, the luna rips the throat of the rogues in just a blink of an eye. Then the lifeless body of the rogue morphs into its human form.

How could a small red lupus garou female bring him so quickly to his knees? Caleb climbed into bed first and reached his handout to Diana. When her fingers touched his, he wrapped his hand around hers and pulled her on top of him. His brown eyes, as dark as midnight, gazed into hers with the familiar longing of a wolf desiring the satisfaction only his mate could fulfill. She leaned over and kissed the corner of his mouth, loving him for everything he stood for. Brushing her lips over the rest of his mouth, she ended with a kiss on the other corner. He tangled his fingers in her hair.

“Now, it is time for you to rot alone, Vanessa…” Vanessa pressed her palms to her ears and screamed until her throat tore. “SHUT UP! I’M THE LUNA! I WAS CHOSEN! HE LOVES ME! HE LOVES ME!” "I am the one and true Luna. You are simply a temporary replacement." " I am going to get my life back, and when I do, I will squeeze life out of you with my bare hands." " Edwin truly loves me. He loves me, and he always would."

"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."

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 never expected Draco to take her to such a beautiful gallery. As they entered the exhibition, Luna was in awe of the many paintings displayed, each one a masterpiece. She was certain the paintings here must cost a fortune. “Draco, this exhibition is so beautiful,” Luna whispered to him. “Which one do you like best?” Draco asked, his tone cool and flat. “That one.” Luna pointed to a painting of a woman holding a flower. Draco led Luna over to the painting. “You like this one?” Luna touched the painting gently. “Yes, it’s so beautiful.”