Miraculous Drawings Novels & Stories

“Many times, I need to draw what I see or what I dream so I can memorize it. I can't quite explain to you what I saw, but it was a worn grimoire hidden in a cave, a reliquary in a jewelry box, a ring inside a rose and a golden cloak. It doesn't make any sense to me.” “Can you draw it?” asked Lion and Nadine nodded. Connor appeared with the notebook, then Nadine sat down to draw what she had seen earlier. She did it quickly, but with a hyper-realistic precision that made it clear what kind of talent she had with charcoal. The high priest gasped in surprise. “You know what it is,” Biel said and Lion nodded.

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.

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.

I admired the beautiful sight before me and how everything grew together harmoniously. I plucked some orchids and tulips, inhaling their scent. I wandered until my legs were heavy and tired, then I decided to draw. I sat down on the carpet grass and blindfolded myself, and made an imaginary picture of my environment. This is something I have loved doing since I was a child, I can’t explain it but there is this kind of peace I feel within myself once I start drawing. It is as if I'm in my own world without any distractions, just me and my mythical reflections.

"It's settled, then. You will have our protection and a place to stay during your time in Black Creek." As their meeting finally came to an end, I couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder at the walls adorned with drawings and paintings. The images depicted wolves in various forms, some in fierce battle stances, and others in moments of tranquility. But what struck me the most were the drawings that seemed eerily familiar. I walked closer to one of them, my heart quickening as I realized that the wolf in the drawing was striking a fighting stance that mirrored one I had often used. It was as if the artist had captured my movements with uncanny precision.

Caught in the awkward situation, Marc's eyes moved back and forth between Candice and Sieg. He paused, thinking, and an idea came to him. "If you're not hungry, how about I show you some paintings inside? I've mentioned them to you before. You might find them interesting." Even though she was still uneasy, Candice knew it was Marc's birthday. She gave a slow nod and accompanied him inside. As they passed Alex, she sensed his icy stare on her, but chose not to meet his gaze. Inside Marc's house were several artworks by a fairly well-known modern artist, which Candice was familiar with through Hanley.

Naomi’s POV She’d drawn twelve of them. Twelve shadowy figures. All with Miranda’s face. I sat on the nursery floor with her sketchbook open in my lap, heart racing as I traced each crayon outline with shaky hands. They weren’t all identical—some had shorter hair, others wore different clothes. But the eyes… the eyes were definitely mine. And that’s what terrified me most, it was scary to get answers to them. “Sweetheart,” I whispered as Miranda played with blocks nearby, trying to keep my emotions in check, “who are these?”

I smirked, caressing her cheek with the back of my hand. I asked her to play with my bālls at the same time and hinted that I like them sūcked as well. Miracle is a fast learner and a keen observer. She was able to know what I like without taking her eyes off me. She's a natural and I know I can get another side of her in no time. "Touch yourself as well, Miracle. Pleasure yourself the way you do to me." She hesitated at first, but then she spread her legs and my eyes darkened when she reached for herself, and I witnessed how her eyes fluttered. She moaned around my cōck, sending a delicious vibration around it and earning a groan from me.

He climbed onto the sofa beside her and opened the notebook. Crayon lines filled the page. Bright colors. Simple shapes. But the drawing was recognizable. Three stick figures stood side by side beneath a large sun. Evelyn had seen similar drawings from him before. Usually the same three figures. A woman. A child. And a tall man with darker shading around the eyes. Silas held the notebook proudly. “Do you like it?” Evelyn forced a soft smile. “It’s beautiful.” He studied the picture carefully. Then pointed to the tallest figure.

Zayn pulled out a crumpled piece of paper, smoothing it out on the table. It was a drawing. Simple. Uneven lines. Bright colors. Three figures. Aira recognized it immediately. Zayn pointed at it proudly. “This is me. And that’s Mum. And… that’s you.” Lucien’s gaze fixed on the drawing. For a moment, he didn’t speak. His fingers moved slightly, as if he wanted to touch the paper but stopped himself. “And you made this?” he asked. Zayn nodded. “Yes.” Lucien’s expression didn’t change much.