Miraculous Drawings Novels & Stories

He was tagged by the paper as ‘Our courtly Ladyman. The visit to the Drews wasn’t interesting as she expected, she was awed by the size of the land on which villa Zeus stood. Approximately about 2000 acres of which the family made use of 500. She couldn’t help but allow her jaws to drop at the height of the castle she had been led into. Externally, the mansion was supported by columns numbering sixty-eight painted a bright gold. Walls were painted a royal white and several pathways on the vast corridor leading possibly to underground rooms. The columns were constructed of the form of Zeus standing with a peculiar staff in hand, eyes fixed and awe-inspiring. Not to mention the fountain of whi

Ezra, choosing silence over words, listened intently, realizing she had no answers to the myriad of questions Scarlet presented. A sudden pause hung in the air, and Scarlet's gaze shifted from the plate to Ezra. "I am getting old," she confessed, her eyes distant. "I want you to come back and live with us. I don't want to hurt you, but you can't leave us like that." Scarlet's plea hung in the air, the vulnerability in her eyes revealing a loneliness that had settled in over the years.

My name is Mirabelle, but my friends call me Mira for short, i'm barely seventeen and about to enter a new phase of my life, I just got admitted into the university of my dreams to study accounting which was not actually what I intended to study at first, but because that was where my mark in post utme landed me or I was not just so lucky....but I accepted to study it anyways because I was determined to leave the house, which I and my siblings called "cage house" funny right?

"Hi princess easy, I'm still a little sore. I wince but hug her hack. "Papa said you were hurt really lsa." I nod. She pulls a piece af paper out of her pocket and shows me a drawing of two stick figures holding hands, walking in a garden. "I drew it for you so it would make you feel better." She smiles and points to the first figure. "That's Santi he's the warrior and that you as the fairy queen, holding his hand." "It's beautiful! I love it so much. Thank yOu Mirella," She plants a light kiss on my cheek and crawls over to Rafael.

Though I did it because I loved it, she did it because she saw flashes in her mind. It took a couple of years to understand what it was she was drawing until we started noticing that her drawings were events that had taken place after drawing them. Any time she drew something, we were unsure of, Alec had come to help us. He was able to pick up a few more details through his visions.

Intrigued, she opened the package to find a small, beautifully framed painting. It was a depiction of the beach, capturing the essence of strength and resilience. A handwritten note accompanied the painting: "To Marianne, the resilient soul. May this artwork remind you of the beauty that emerges from the depths of your strength." Tears welled up in Marianne's eyes as she held the painting close to her heart. It was as if Miguel had translated her journey, struggles, and moments of vulnerability onto the canvas. The artwork spoke to her in a language that went beyond words.

The following morning, Leo sat alone in the sanctuary garden. A piece of charcoal in his hand. A blank sheet of parchment before him. He wasn't thinking. Wasn't planning. Wasn't trying. His hand simply moved. Stroke after stroke. Line after line. Until a face appeared. Dark hair. Strong jaw. Golden eyes. A scar across one cheek. Perfectly detailed. Perfectly accurate. Leo stared at the drawing in confusion. Then looked up as footsteps approached. Mira stopped beside him. Saw the portrait. And dropped the prophecy book.

That very day we ordered our second Christmas miracle. END

I never once thought he knew. He then smiled, and it was a hundred times brighter than the moonlight. Finally, he turned his head to me, and I became lost in his glowing yellow eyes. I thought it was a dream, but when I woke up, I found myself cuddling his furry and gigantic beast in a cave. ****** It was time for me to go home after spending the night with him. I watched as he shifted into his second striking form. It was so fast that my normal sight was unable to catch up with it. I turned my back as he was naked.

It was completely original. Their artwork was amazing and they finished masterpiece after masterpiece without any effort. Sharon’s drawings were at times so realistic, they could have been photographs and at other times, they looked like moving animations, changing expression depending on which angle you looked at them. Jenny even drew an amazing picture of the whole library, it looked like she had included every book, all in such fine detail. I spent hours staring at it, trying to find something wrong with it, but it was perfect. Mr. Haddidi was very impressed with them too. He was constantly complementing their work and looking way too pleased every day in class. He’d come into class and p