Novel & Cerita Miraculous Drawings

Draw the magic circle! She swallowed hard, her brow furrowing in concentration. With a deep breath, Lily propelled the mana forward, guiding it as she had the chalk in her hand. Within the canvas of her mind, she began to sketch the intricate symbols and lines, recreating the magic circle she had labored over on the ground. "Wow!" Emmanuel and Theo exclaimed, their voices hushed with awe. At the sound of her brothers' remarks, Lily's eyes flew open. What she saw left her breathless, her heart pounding in her chest.

The room was a haven of mystical wonders, filled with vibrant paintings that seemed to come alive with every brushstroke. As Zara entered the room, her eyes widened in awe and wonder at the breathtaking sight before her. These magical paintings were unlike anything she had ever seen - a tapestry of colors, emotions, and dreams woven together to form an enchanting masterpiece. The room felt like a sanctuary, brimming with the essence of creativity and love.

CHAPTER 132 ~3RD PERSON’S POV~ A white piece of chalk suddenly materialized in Mary’s right hand. She crouched down and used the chalk to draw a magic circle on the ground, then drew a straight line from its center to its circumference. “How did she do that?” Lily whispered, leaning toward Marian, who stood beside her. “Do what?” Marian asked. “She drew a perfect circle and a straight line with only her hand. How much of a perfectionist does she have to be to be able to do that?"

Miranda squatted down to hug the little fellow, "Darling, did you finish your drawing? Brian nodded affirmatively. "What did you draw? Can I look at it?" Brian immediately passed the drawing to her to have a look at. The moment she saw it, her eyes teared up. As usual, she was the subject of the drawing. The colors used in the painting were vibrant and dream-like. She was lying on a small bed, holding a storybook in hand. However, Brian had drawn it from his perspective, when he was lying by her side and watching her from below.

I went back to the drawings I had passed and there I saw that they had come to life because of Venenata Negra, but they were not the same as before. Suddenly there was a war between the Faeries and the resurrected ones with horns. Suddenly there was a circular line in the shape of a person. The first one was lying down. The second one was like a mirage image of a human being. The next one is a human being full of white marks inside. Between the mirage image and the filled image, there is a cup— This is it! I came close and looked at every detail. There I saw a detail that was not included in Papa's drawing. Something was pouring from the filled human and it all went to the cup.

Miracle rattled the slips, checking if there were any secret papers hidden in between. But there was none. The second half of the story was gone. "C'mon... Don't do this to me. I have to know the story." Miracle pressed her fingers to her lips, murmuring lines of undefinable words that echoed softly in the dimly lit room. As she chanted, a gentle swirl of white light unfurled from her fingertips, enveloping her hand in a shimmering embrace. Silvery tendrils of smoke swirled into the room, weaving in response to her invocation. They laid atop her mark of divinity on her chest, and seconds later, the bulging veins around her reddening mark began to ease.

Lucas said, forcing a smile as he turned to her. Miracle tilted her head, her wide eyes darting between me and Lucas. “Why are you sitting so close?” Lucas chuckled, though his laugh sounded forced. “We were just talking,” he said smoothly. I nodded, praying she wouldn’t ask any more questions. “What’s that you’ve got there?” I asked, pointing to the paper in her hands. “It’s a drawing!” she exclaimed, climbing onto the bed to show me. As Miracle babbled about her artwork, Lucas stood and straightened his shirt. “I’ll leave you two,” he said, his tone returning to its usual composed calmness.

And that was okay. Today I was helping Micah, a thirteen-year-old with a shaved head, hoodie sleeves always tugged down over their palms, and the eyes of someone who’d seen more than they should’ve. They weren’t chatty, but they liked drawing. Their sketchbook was filled with figures that resembled comic book heroes, quiet and fierce, with eyes always cast in shadow. They were hunched over a new page now, sketching a person standing in the center of swirling chaos. The figure held a long sword in both hands, the blade resting downward, tip touching the ground. Not raised. Not slashing. Just… there.

Until I looked down at my desk. It was covered with dozens of pages, which were covered with black ink. symbols I did not remember that I drew. Circles and circles and circles without end, jagged teeth of the runes and spirals of blood which leaked at the corners of the paper. They looked eerily familiar. When Elias entered, I jumped. He never made much noise like a man of his bulk. His eyes wandered over his drawings before I could thrust them aside. “How did you come by those?” he said.

EVANGELINE My eyes widened in shock as I took in the sight before me. It was the last thing I would have expected to find behind that locked door. I scanned the artwork hanging on the walls, taking several minutes to fully understand what I was seeing. These weren't just any ordinary pictures. They were drawings. All of them. And every single one was of me. The realization left me breathless and disoriented. I moved closer to the walls, studying each piece. Some were sketches, quick studies that captured a moment or expression. Others were fully realized portraits, detailed and lifelike in their execution.