Novel & Cerita Miraculous Drawings

“I’ll be out for a while. He said then walked out. Back at the children’s dorm, the soft chatter and giggles of little voices filled the warm room. The scent of crayons still lingered in the air, and streaks of color stained small fingers and paper alike. Mirella sat gracefully on one of the small chairs, collecting the last of the children’s werewolf drawings. She lifted each sketch with a thoughtful expression, nodding and commenting on them. “Mmm, beautiful!” she smiled, holding up a drawing with a werewolf that had unusually large ears and a rainbow tail.

Something older. She looked at the girl, who was now drawing quietly with a piece of charcoal on a flat stone. At first, she drew trees and stars. But soon, her hand changed direction. She drew a circle — the same one from outside. Liora froze. “Where did you see that?” The girl blinked. “I don’t know. It just came into my head.” Jonathan laughed. “Looks cool! Like magic!” Liora’s voice was sharp. “Don’t touch it.”

Mira's POV My fingers trembled as I slowly closed the notebook. Each sketch felt like a punch to the gut. They weren’t just drawings. They were moments intimate, vulnerable pieces of me, captured without my knowledge. Moments that I thought were mine alone. And Luca had drawn them. He stood by the door, leaning casually, but his eyes were unreadable. "You weren't supposed to find that," he repeated, voice low. I swallowed the lump in my throat. "How long have you been sketching me?"

Chapter thirty-three Anabelle Pov The hall was noisy, the moderators were discussing with each other. While other members were whispering. I couldn't think about the noise. I closed my eyes and started mapping out the drawing found. I drew the mountains first, filling it with amber color, the mountain was filled with different giant trees. After properly drawing the mountain I drew the moon-bird. It was so fine to my eyes, I couldn't believe I was able to draw the same art work and it was better than the previous one.

He untied the ribbon, unrolling the paper flat across the oak desk between us. It was an ancient, hand-drawn illustration, a majestic, glowing stag standing beneath a blood-red moon, its antlers branching out into beautiful silver markings that mirrored the exact structure and patterns of the mark on my upper thigh. Surrounding the stag were figures in ancient royal robes, their hands raised in reverence. My breath caught in my throat. I stared at the drawing, my skin going cold as a familiar, rhythmic hum vibrated deep beneath my left thigh. "What is this?" I whispered.

It swirled in lazy patterns with every step I took, making it obvious no one had been in here for years. The stillness in the air felt heavy and untouched, as if the room itself had been holding its breath, waiting for someone to return and disturb it. Drawings covered the walls, some pinned haphazardly while others were curled at the edges where the adhesive had failed. They depicted all kinds of things, but the majority were creatures twisted, nightmarish things with too many limbs, hollow eyes and gaping mouths lined with jagged teeth. Among the creatures were strange Landscapes places that looked warped and wrong, as if reality had stretched too thin. There were also people, some drawn i

Looking down, the corner of a piece of paper sticks out, just beckoning to be touched. Damon catches my eye, realizing my intentions. "Aidana...wait-" Grabbing for the paper, I'm surprised when dozens more fall upon my feet, fluttering out in front of me. I'm mortified, seeing that each drawing is a different one, all profile, and in more detail than I could ever imagine someone to muster from artistic skill. This is like nothing I've ever seen before, like looking into a snapshot of a life I hadn't realized anyone was a part of.

The drawings were all created using pencils, and one of them depicted a naked woman. The thought of how many naked women Jared had drawn crossed my mind, but I quickly dismissed it. The drawing was truly beautiful. The lines and curves of the woman's body were perfectly executed, making it seem as if I were looking at a real person instead of a drawing. "This is amazing, Jared," I said, not just trying to be polite, but genuinely impressed. Jared brushed off my compliment and continued to flip through the pages, showing me more drawings of naked women. I noticed that their faces were purposely blurred out, and I couldn't help but ask.

Nicole. “Heidi…” my heart softened as I dropped to my knees beside her. “I’m gonna put them back, I promise. I just wanted mum to stay here for a while.” One of her drawings rested ont he table too, almost covered by mum’s scarf. I pulled it from under there. It wasn’t the best picture but I could tell it was two older women with a child in between them. One of the women’s hair was done with a yellow pencil while the other was black, the child had tiny dots around her head to imitate hair, but what they all had in common was the yellow circles hovering over their heads and the triangle wings.

He sent it to Adrian, because it was the kind of thing that was better known by both of them. He worked through the morning. Miriam came at ten with the entrance hall section drawing — the full vertical cut through the covered approach and the entrance and the stair hall, the inside view of the thing, the section that showed what was happening inside the walls. She had been working on it for two weeks, and it showed: the drawing had the quality of a thing that had been revised until it was not revised anymore, until the lines were where they needed to be and the proportions were true and the light was shown arriving at the angles it would actually arrive at. He looked at it for a long time.