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.

0 The last thing down here is an old metal desk and I search each of the drawers and find nothing. Out of anger I flip the desk, tossing it against the wall, and a book goes flying from the bottom of it. The cover of it is damaged, and when I open it, I see that it’s actually a sketch book. The first ten pages or so have the words ‘ego faciam ut Im’ written over and over. I keep flipping through the pages and there are sketches in the book as well. Sketches of wolves and flowers and warriors. But after the sketches come more pages of the same phrase again. The last entry has a drawing of an angry wolf with a sword raised above his head and Leo is written with an arrow pointing to it.

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

* Hazel’s Suite Hazel could be seen sketching, her pencil moved with grace and precision, her sketchbook coming alive with the whisper of lead on paper. Her eyes were narrowed in concentration, her brow furrowed in a fierce intensity, as she poured her heart and soul into the design. The dress was taking shape, a flowing masterpiece of silk and lace, with intricate details that seemed to dance across the page. Noah's entrance was met with a glance, a flicker of acknowledgment before Hazel's focus snapped back to her work. But as he approached, his smile gentle and encouraging, Hazel's expression softened, her eyes lighting up with a warm smile.

Noah nods and approaches the guy. We take seats on a large sofa that the boy keeps here while he turns on the air conditioning and a little music while he starts to draw. The boy is quite professional in his work without paying too much attention to the conversation we are making. Finally, he approaches us with his sketchbook, revealing the wolf design in a linear format. "We'll add shadows and details like the ones they have here, but this is the basic design." Turning the page, he shows the enhanced version. Noah praises, "Damn, man, you've nailed it! It's so impressive, it's making me want to touch up my tattoo!" The boy chuckles at Noah's remark.

I have a perma-smile on my face. I don’t think it’s ever going to fade. I think I finally found the perfect studio to create Chasing Kitsune into an anime. That meeting with the studio heads went fantastic. Other studios wanted to cut content and make it PG. Some thought offering to make it PG13 was a compromise.