Nezuko Sketch Novels & Stories

Selene sat beside him, watching as he carefully wove the flowers into a crown. “Here,” Zack said with a gentle smile. He placed the flower crown on her head. The colors looked beautiful against her dark hair. Selene touched it lightly, her lips curving into a real smile. “Thank you,” she whispered. Zack pulled out a small sketchbook from his pocket. He started drawing her quickly, his pencil moving smoothly across the paper. Selene sat still, looking at the flowers around them. When he finished, he showed her the drawing. She leaned closer, her eyes widening in surprise.

The robot’s chest plate began to drip, molten metal falling to the floor with sizzling plops. “Clear visual!” Willz yelled. Mello, finally finished, held up his sketchbook. He had drawn not a bazooka, but a long, wicked-looking katana with a serrated edge. “I hear you, brother!” Bryan, his energy clearly flagging, gasped out, “Make the final move!” Willz’s scythe appeared in his hands in a swirl of shadow. Mello’s drawing glowed, and the katana materialized before him, dropping into his grip.

Question after question swirled within him, a mental whirlwind that brought with it a dull ache behind his eyes. He threw back the covers and jumped out of his bed as a sudden idea sparked in his mind. He retrieved his school bag, unzipped it, and rummaged for his pen and notebook. On the blank pages, he began to draw two small boy figures taking shape under his hand. These drawings were a secret project, a gift for his little brother for their meeting tomorrow. The first drawing depicted his initial observation of the young boy from a distance. It captured the moment he had first noticed little Zadkiel from his hidden vantage point.

My guess was simple: once I neutralized with him, he’d return to his full, original form. But how exactly was I supposed to neutralize with him? Was it going to be like Dominus— Do I have to punch him? He lifted the sketch board off his back, looking at me with hopeful eyes. “May I draw you?” I agreed. While he sketched, he chatted with me nonstop, afraid I might get bored.

Now I know I won't be able to stop my friend and I quickly see him open the package, with precision and what I saw took my breath away, there were two drawings, one outfit for me and one for Liam, there was no signature, but the photos of the Ivory Woods pack attached to the side of the drawing, indicates perfectly what it was and the reference used for the drawings. There was also another smaller sheet of paper, which at first glance looked like a black shirt and normal black pants, but the cut was straighter and more formal than my suit, and if you moved it against the light, you could see that it had something that resembled a mask. This was definitely for Keenan. I just didn't have any r

Loki can feel the nice air inside from outside of the classroom, and she can even saw some houses far distance from their school. Loki amazed at how Nao slept in the classroom even during and after class. She just looked at him straight and didn’t know how to remind this guy to say their class was over. Loki decided to draw him in his deep sleep. She started to draw in her notebook from the straight vertical line and circular shape pointed for his face and drew some parts of his body. Then she carefully traced some of his figures with her black ballpen which could seen the detailed of his sleepy face.

Without the slightest hesitation, Azriel slid the sketchbook across the table until it rested directly in front of Isolde. Curious, Isolde instinctively shifted her gaze to the heavy drawing paper. The next second, however, her gray eyes widened completely, and her breath caught in her throat. Across the white paper stretched an incredibly detailed pencil sketch that looked astonishingly lifelike—and blatantly explicit. The dark pencil strokes depicted a curvy woman—unmistakably Isolde herself—sitting completely naked on the floor without a single thread covering her body. Her thick legs were spread wide apart in an utterly vulnerable position. Standing firmly before her was the naked figure

A/N: Double update today cause I love you guys and you asked nicely :) ~ I am sitting at the edge of the pool with my legs in the water and my sketchbook open on my lap and my headphones in and for about forty minutes I have successfully avoided thinking about anything that requires my actual attention. Then a shadow falls across the page. I pull one headphone out and look up. Zeke is standing behind me with his hands in his pockets. “You’re not at your desk.”

“Daddy!” I smile at him and enter the room. Isabella carries Venus and hands her to me. I place Veenie on my lap and she makes a happy sound with her mouth as she holds my shirt with her tiny hands. The maid gives me another bow before she leaves the room and closes the door behind her. “What are you drawing?” I ask Ezzie as moves closer to me. He frowns as if offended by my words. “Drawing? No, I am making a sketch.” He shows me his notebook and my brows lift as I see a well-drawn sketch of a watch. There are markings on it and words written that mention the parts of the watch.

I glanced at a few of the books, some fantasy novels and a small sketch pad. I opened the sketch pad and looked through it, she was good. Really good. The scenes were mostly outdoors. Forests, waterfalls, mountains. All done with such grace and precision. Each more lovely and realistic than the last. I noticed at the bottom there was a J written as beautifully as the drawings themselves. I got to the last page and there was a drawing of a moon. Bright and beautiful in the sky but there was something else to it. The drawing felt sad. “What the hell.” I snapped as I lifted my hand and wiped a tear from my cheek.