Magma Drawing Novels & Stories

Sin replied as he introduced us to him. “It’s so nice to meet you. I am Magma.” “It’s nice to meet you.” Abigail smiled. Sin Handed Magma the bag,. “Thank you, come sit.” Magma instructed again. I looked around the space. All the furniture was carved from stone. A table and four chairs sat in the corner, there was a couch and coffee table along one wall and the cave seemed to go deeper into the mountain, I’m assuming, more caverns led out from this one.

“Hoo” Magma took a deep breath to calm his rampaging heart. It was like this every time. No matter how many times he came to see them, or even when he left their presence; every time he came here he was filled with a sense of anxiety and dread that he just couldn’t overcome. It didn’t matter that his father was usually behind these walls. For even the man who had raised him didn’t feel the same. For images of the smiling and gentle father that Magma knew had been slowly washed away and replaced with the stern, expressionless gaze of an Ancestor. Magma was a Lord; a ruler of an entire race. Yet even he cowered before the man that was his father once upon a time.

"This is your first time so you should love your drawing. When we return to manila, hang it in your bedroom so that you can motivate yourself even more." Maggie's drawing is a Flowers. "Hopefully the outcome will be good when I paint it." Maggie was happy with what she did. Alyssa put her arm around Maggie's shoulder. "Of course, you are my friend, I know you can do it!" Alyssa helped her friend organize her belongings and then they went out of that room as well. "It turns out that drawing makes me hungry," Maggie complained, rubbing her stomach. "You said so, you should eat a lot. That's your talent too!" Alyssa laughed jokingly at her friend.

Like my dad, she too didn't want me. The sky was so blue; it was as though the sea was above me. I never again saw the clear blue sky that day, for neither did my aunt want me. **Chapter 1** Saturday Evening "I'm forever amazed at how dogs are easily attached to you." Sara came to see me petting one of the dogs. I smiled as it started to lick my hands from its cage. "Rottweilers are the most dangerous and aggressive dogs, and yet you manage to tame this new and wild one with little human interaction within the moment you've gotten here," said Sara, still in wonder, watching me from behind.

BOOK THREE: THE DEEP FORGE (Jace’s Perspective) You cannot bleed a stone, and you cannot suffocate a fire that breathes magma. The Magma-Beast hauled the rest of its massive, formless bulk out of the crater. It had no eyes, no mouth, no face—just a towering, thirty-foot-tall shifting mass of liquid yellow-white fire, armored by jagged, overlapping plates of cooling black obsidian. The heat rolling off it was so intense that the wooden awnings of the nearby merchant stalls spontaneously burst into flames.