Marceline Drawing Novels & Stories

Lucian Voss I was still holding the paper in my hand long after the door closed behind me. I didn’t even realize it at first, but my fingers had tightened around it like I was afraid of letting it go. It was a child’s drawing, done in crayon, the lines uneven and rough. There were three stick figures. One tall figure was labeled “Mr. Lucian.” The next was a woman with long hair, drawn with wide strokes and labeled “Mama.” Between them stood a small boy with messy curls and a wide smile. He had no label because I didn’t need one.

CAEL'S POV "So, Cael, I see you have discovered the truth." Lady Marceline purred, her voice a low, silken whisper that sent a shiver down my spine despite myself. The tone was impossible to decipher, a blend of amusement, threat, and something else....something colder, more calculating and menacing. She walked towards me, hee Crimson dress a stark contrast to the somber mood, she snatched away the letter from my hand and scanned its contents.