Miraculous Drawings Novels & Stories

I can already imagine her laughing at it. “Such a mischievous little imp.” She will call me later and kiss my cheeks. *Maddie* Maddie watched them leave before closing the door. After that, she didn’t waste another moment. She rushed back to the table. Taking up the discarded envelope, she pulled back the stamp. Underneath, Maddie could find the drawing. It was an eagle holding a snake in its talons. The sight sent a wave of relief through her. “Oh god, about time.” Maddie couldn't help but feel herself cry a little. These past days have proved the most difficult.

There were also coats, hooded capes and many more. Her parents’ diary, kept very carefully, the most valuable thing for her, but which she didn’t open so far to see its purpose, was on the bedside by her bed. The room was so beautiful, with nicely drawn drapes, with unicorns and woods, with princesses and princes on them. Drawings that represented another wonderful, magic world. And all those drawings walked on that curtain, as if they were alive.

“I understand. I’ll just check on my daughter for a bit and then we’ll go.” Quietly, I sauntered into Mira’s room. I stopped when I noticed her recent drawings. She attached them onto the wall. It was Zach, me, and her. The three of us were holding hands and were smiling there. And on the bottom of the paper, there was a note that says, ‘Together forever.’ I took one of her drawings and carefully folded it. I will take it with me in the dungeon. I did bring some of our family photos with me, but my daughter’s drawing will always be special in its own adorable way.

“What could it be? I ask. Elder Vernor had a book in his hand, he approaches my mother and me. He hand the book to me, it was open, I look at to see there was a color picture of a beautiful woman, who have caramel skin, long black hair she had the prettiest hazel eyes. I could see why she consider a goddess, because of her beauty. “What you see is our Moon goddess, well this is the how people picture her centuries back. But now everybody has their own vision of her, that not what important right now. What significance is this story right here, when the moon goddess encountered her partner she was smitten right away. Giving them a strong bond towards one another. With all the happiness she sh

Just let m help you Siren, let me turn your art to something beautiful,” handing me a piece of paper. I hesitantly took it from her hand. “You are not alone,” I unfolded the piece of paper with familiar drawing. It was a drawing of a baby inside a sunflower. In fact it was Chu. “Think about it,"

They were all pretty convincing. A big spiral-bound notebook made of drawing paper lay on the chair. I flipped through a few pages. Some had charcoal drawings made with angry looking strokes. Dark and rough, but still recognizable as fields and hills you’d find around here. Other pages had diagrams in pen with clusters of spidery notes. Prop guillotines and coffins with spring-loaded lids. But most of the pages had monsters. Some drawn, some cut from movie magazines and pasted in. Some were more Polaroids of James in makeup; others were ordinary pictures of people from advertisements or news stories. On those he’d painted open-throat wounds or gouged out eyes with pen.

LYRA POV Even though the room was dimly lit, it couldn't hide what surrounded me. Drawings. Everywhere I looked, there were drawings of me. Me standing in the garden, sunlight catching my hair. Me sleeping, my face peaceful and relaxed. Me walking through corridors, my dress flowing behind me. Me laughing at something, joy captured in careful pencil strokes. My hands shook as I reached out to touch one of the papers. The detail was perfect. Every line of my face, every strand of hair, every small expression—all captured with stunning accuracy.

No wonder Killian couldn’t look me in the eye this morning. I reach for the sketch pad Elara left by the nightstand. My fingers tremble, but I grip the pencil like it’s my lifeline. I don’t even think, I just draw. Symbols. Circles. Eyes with fire spilling from them. A wolf with a shattered spine. A crown that burns. A clock with no hands. My hand stops only when I notice the paper trembling beneath my touch. Not from me. From the floor. A low vibration hums through the wood. Like a warning.

My fingers traced along the sand for more answers, The drawings depicted everyday life, hunting, decorating, even a small story of what seems like a mermaid fighting an orca. I laughed it ended at a draw. The drawings gradually became better and more life-like I could even see the individual strokes of scales, the markings on each mermaid's body, I looked at my smooth skin and felt miffed. I did not have markings, hot could I get one? I followed the drawings until… Oh. The crude drawings faded into something breathtaking. A massive, lifelike mural spread before me, its details so vivid it felt as if it were alive. I had to float up a bit to take in the full thing.